Languid
Lifeless defeat
Chipping away now
Oh. My.
She is most complacent
SCREAMING
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Here you will find what has, and continues to, run though my mind...and maybe, you'll find that it strikes a chord. Or even, a nerve.
(Sewing Hearts on Sleeves by Courtney Gonzales-Jayne is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.)
About Me
- Jayne
- A struggling sarcastic sentimental who is a wifey, a mommy, and an over-analyzer... with a penchant for the F word.
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- Illegal Yield
- My head pounds in time
- "you didn’t miss me"
- Spill it on the steps.
- A Gypsy and a Snake Charmer
- Narxist
- You’re my free time.
- Inebriate
- You’re the first to see me like this.
- well-read ignorance
- Civility
- For my Child, whom I shall never meet...
- Dolls
- Channel 3
- 1993
- Conceit
- December
- Déjà vu
- The Same dream again
- Gestalt:
- The Black Market
- Churchian 101
- Phone call
- Feel it
- ::not to Be::
- Art Personified
- Don’t be Afraid
- Easing.
- Yellow Taffeta
- Lost without exit.
- Workin’ it.
- Desert Postcards
- Wanton
- A paper-napkin Phone #
- Aloe
- Hominy
- Arrive on Time
- The Patio Sessions:
- Hipster
- Echo and Sway
- ::The gist of it::
- Baby, give it a little while…
- Get a handle, get a crutch
- The longest Question
- Cerebral
- Manda Amor
- Prayers for the Dead:
- A long Vacation
- Motel Chic
- You only have to remember one yearThe one that wil...
- A Neil Diamond T-shirt
- Looking under the cap
- Formal Attire
- Rosary Tattoo
- A casual Response
- SELF-INFLICTED SWEATSHOP
- ::I thought of you.::
- Not Really
- A Girl who ran Away with the Circus
- Knock Before Entering
- Intrapersonal
- Resolutions
- Dialogue
- Nadar
- Journey’s on the Radio
- Social Politicking
- Cries for No One
- Fotos
- Obituary Blues
- A Soundtrack
- Where’s the Fight
- A Mantra
- Undone
- The War
- The Situation at hand
- Delicate Phrasing
- Buscamos
- Pain, so familiar
- Baptism
- ::Just be Still::
- Wounded
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