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Jay Oct 9
Bad habits,
Bad dreams,
Exist in between
the spaces I'm living in.

I ache for more
some thunderstorms
picking at cold sores.

I'm yours
the way I feel.
Jay Aug 13
Small and simple
stretches before leaps.

I miss gliding
give me something simple

I can't keep inside.
Jay Aug 13
Souls move with words
Jay Aug 13
When I learn to write endings
I will finally know how to write well.
Jay Jun 29
Thousands of miles keep me from loving you.
It hurts to stretch the distance.
No matter how close or far you choose to be.
Jay Jan 24
Yeah you,
Brother, best friend.

I'm doing just fine.

I'm tending to those curls my mother gave me
And yeah, honey, I can still rhyme.

You can call me daddy
Actually, call me sir
But nothing will ever compare you to her.

We was cool.
I didn't care that he was on your phone.
Not even on your mind.
I just want you to know it hurt when you lied.

At least a thousand times.

But it's cool, little one,
Cuz so did I.

I just hope he appreciates that miracle on your thigh.

Spit in my face.
Whatever, it's easy to see u don care.

But sincerely, cute thing.
Love gets you nowhere.

Tell the world-
The ******* Galaxy for all I care.

But when I needed a real woman;
My person,
You weren't there.

If you think that I care who you're *******,

You're wrong,
As long as I'm still walking art

I'm strong.
Jay Oct 2018
Is it any wonder that black cats
perch on pale shingles
or that the moon returns each
evening against a stark navy sky

What’s it like to be the center of attention?

I exist only in shadows
and bloom viciously
against the wall at parties.
A secret garden.

Poisonous frogs
stick out like candy against
forests of green.
They dare to be noticed as
unapologetic warnings.

If only I could feel the spotlight
burn a hole through my lonely chest
just once. Like rays of sun
that exist just for my well being.

How does it feel to be someplace you don’t belong?

Cancer grows
splits apart, doubled over
a thousand times
with little regard for it’s unwelcomed

I spiral down vacant bottles
only to shatter through the bottom of each one
in the hunt for genuine human connection.
An insecurity that is nothing but confident in itself.
I crave to be noticed.

Is it any wonder that black cats
perch on pale shingles?
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