Jayy 🍌

Joined March 2018

2 stories

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Aye, I’m Jayy.

•19 • London •

I have no idea what to call the pieces I write, I don’t think of them as poems, just random little pieces.

My writing is rather dark, sad, and can be quite intense and depressive so beware, and enjoy!

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Failure of Freedom
Lay silently in a trashed room, the paint on the walls chipped and written over, the ceiling curved at the far right edge and try to figure out why your mother left your father with your sister.
By Jayy 🍌8 years ago in Poets
I Want to Be Everything That I'm Not
“I want to be everything that I’m not” Coloured pills and blackened lungs is what my generation is made of and the fact we romanticise mental illness and addictions like it’s beautiful is heart breaking. We vision bruises as galaxies and blood has a beautiful calming affect as it trickles out our noses when we snort cocaine like we’re rich while we make ourselves poor by risking what we have because we don’t appreciate the things we have because we’re too busy focusing on the things we don’t have.
By Jayy 🍌8 years ago in Poets