Jamie Ramsay

Joined June 2022

39 stories

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Every word is chosen from my throat, in the moments I feel too human.

I am your guide into the sinkhole.

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Thick darkness dragging the back of my head to the floor. The evenings have been falling quickly, too quick for me to get out of bed in time to see the sunset.
By Jamie RamsayExclusive • 3 months ago
Breaking Up With An Abuser. Content Warning.
Breaking up with an abuser. They aren’t excuses, It's empathy. It is. I understand your point of view. I get it. We’re both learning.
By Jamie Ramsay2 years ago in Poets
The Pretty Pink Pill. Content Warning.
I lean my forehead against the cool exterior of the fridge door. At around 5 AM, I tore my blanket off the bed, after deciding that the inevitable, insomniacious, dance in the sheets was not worth the panic that comes to me in the dark. I stacked my flimsy, old pillows against the wall in my kitchen - my stringent kitchen - and plugged in my lamp, the one that glows a unique kind of gold.
By Jamie Ramsay2 years ago in Poets
Chicken noodle soup
There’s a woman that lives on the ground floor of my building. She decorates the fence beside the garbage cans for Halloween.
By Jamie Ramsay2 years ago in Poets
I’ll See You Tomorrow
Tomorrow, I will clean my room and my kitchen and the back seat of my car, wondering what you will look like when you get here.
By Jamie Ramsay2 years ago in Poets
This is why I drink. Top Story - August 2023. Content Warning.
Tonight, I told myself the reasons why I drink again, And drink again, And drink again, And drink again, I explained to her that I drink again to make up for lost time.
By Jamie Ramsay2 years ago in Poets
Rats. Content Warning.
Rats. A man fell asleep, rising up, job half done, with a crack pipe in his hand. I couldn’t fall asleep, so I tore it all apart.
By Jamie Ramsay3 years ago in Poets
The greed that grew
Will this day make up for the last fourteen that I’ve lost to the greed that grew? Will the words find themselves if I leave them alone, inside, for too long?
By Jamie Ramsay3 years ago in Poets
Sorry
In the voice of a siren, will she become curious again. How will it look as she swims back up to where the ice broke when her mother left.
By Jamie Ramsay3 years ago in Poets
We Will Call Her Midnight
In a land of skyscrapers and violence, a young girl had a ten minute phone call with a strange man she didn’t know, who prescribed her pills for a sickness he couldn’t even be sure she had.
By Jamie Ramsay3 years ago in Poets
My Sister.
I’m breaking you open piece by piece. You cry more easily. I am able to feed you my mind and it confuses you, but you are a different tree.
By Jamie Ramsay3 years ago in Poets
We dim the lights everyday since.
I have a full time world and a part time world, that is fading from my heart these past few weeks. My full time world, I show up to class, and we dim the lights so Jen’s vertigo isn’t so bad.
By Jamie Ramsay3 years ago in Poets