“Tricks ripped and you tripped, tricked yourself by falling slowly. I’m the winner in this game, unable to stoop to your level of shame. Unwilling to reply to your words of ache.” — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“Writing is hard. Not as hard as not writing. Not writing is torturous, bloody, chaotic and a gruesome winless battle. A writer who writes,… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“He offered her power, money, status... a giant prison, all in exchange for only...her soul.” — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“…so many ticks steadily around the clock. My heart beats ferociously, as if to say it will not digest this leaving. But you are… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“He cared less, so they cared more. He said it was beautiful. I knew he was broken.This was his game.” — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“I had hoped to be disliked by most, not by way of rebellion, but by way of excellence, disdain for the habitual, and the… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“And why is it that time speeds and slows depending on your attendance? I’d like a steady clock, a reliable clock, isolated from the… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“Defend myself? I cannot defend the verbal repressions of a boy. A curmudgeonly, cantankerous, ill-tempered, counterfeit boy.” — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“When you miss someone…it’s weird…your body doesn’t function normally..as it should. Because I miss you, and my heart…it’s not steady…my soul it sings numb.… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“She wanted to write about something other then love. Yet her freethinking pen seemed more adhered to her heart then to her head. A… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“Our tongues can’t compete with the rapid thinking of our brains, our words come out slow and slurred. The pen is our haven. There… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
