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Kay-Ann Jan 2014
I thought about you today
It was unexpected like a huge rush of water
trying to drown me
refreshing yet deadly
that's what comes to mind when I think of you
People still say that you never cared for me
but frankly I dont care
I know that somewhere deep within
the cold barren region of your heart
living or dead
big or small
somewhere inside you loved me
adored , cared and craved for me
maybe not as much as I did
but you loved me
no one could ever say that you didnt try ..
you did try , didnt you ?
why am I on your side?
why am I justifying reasons for you leaving me?
why am I trying to make it alright for you?
aah I dont know why
I dont think I'll ever know why
Kay-Ann Jan 2014
what is more deadly
a gun or a thought?


a gun gives you the opportunity
but a thought pulls the trigger.
Kay-Ann Jan 2014
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when i leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people.
Kay-Ann Jan 2014
what kinda person am I ?
what kinda writer am I ?
am I one of those euphoric persons who writes about their seemingly perfect relationships?
am I one those nature lovers who gives a illustration of their surroundings?
am I one of those somber and dreary persons who writes about their journey to death ?
Am I one of those zealous adventurers who details about the journeys they've had
Am I one of the many who writes about their countless heartbreaks and lets the pain flow through their fingers and straight to the paper?
Or am I one of those unpredictable individuals who just simply write what they feel when they feel to ?
I guess I'm a mixture of all of them
a suprising concoction that turns out to be angelic
I'm not really a writer you know
Im just a lover and a dreamer
With a heart that wants to be heard
Kay-Ann Jan 2014
She was the epitome of a good girl
Funny, cool and the best friend ever
She was smart too , never falling victim to their lies
Always precluding hurt and pain
but she had always craved something real
that thing called love
she no longer wanted to elude all the pain and pleasures that came along with it
so she waited patiently for her knight to come
to rescue her from the state of 'forever alone'
and he did come, he was literally what every girl wanted
when they were together , gravity no longer existed
his very presence made her high
when they kissed , megawatts of electricity and passion flowed through their veins
But soon he started to withdraw from her
He recoiled as if she was dangerous to his wellbeing
everything went downhill for them
she implored him to talk to her, to work things out
after all when you love someone , you just dont give up on them
but he refused and they grew apart
she borne this for a while but the pain became too much
and it all went up in flames
he said he needed time to himself , to figure things out
all the pressures in his life were too much and he needed time and space
he said maybe they would get back together....
she put on a brave face and said goodbye
it exhausted her inside , she tried so hard not to cry
and so she said sorry to every cracked branch and leaf she passed
because she now knew how it felt to be stepped on even after you were broken
the pain still lingers , minutes to hours , hours to days
It is really true when they say nothing gold can stay.
Kay-Ann Jan 2014
I expected this but not so soon
I was just finally enjoying being me
Leaving here is going to be like leaving behind a huge part of me
This is where I was born
Where I grew up , where I first experienced true love
Where I first experienced heartbreak
This is where I became Kay-Ann

But part of me is happy
I'm going to begin a new life
A new life full of possibilities
Surely I'll miss my homeland

I'll miss the food
My dear ackee and saltfish
I'll miss the sights
Devon House and Emancipation Park
I'll miss the people
My friends from school and past loves

But migrating is all about starting anew
Starting that new chapter in the book of me.
Kay-Ann Jan 2014
who
who do we think we are ?
walking around like we own this place
walking around like we are the queen and king of this ****
ruling over the little peasants and commoners

we were never meant to be normal
we are heavenly, celestial beings
conceived by an angel and a prince

our births were the highlight of the country
they made a festival in honor of us
everyone brought gifts and jewels for us
everybody wanted to be us
thanking us for just being born

but that was long ago
we are no longer worshipped
we have grown into mature human beings
we are no longer royalty
and so the question still lingers
who do we think we are ?
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