Kairell Jones
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I’m from Rhode Island I’ve been sharing my short stories since I was 14. Through my writing pieces I’ve managed to touch on the most sensitive subjects that the community needs to know isn’t being pushed to the side. I love all support
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Daddy’s broken girl
She’s hurting so bad from it all two parents but not a single one is worthy of the title. No idol, all she has is herself. She doesn’t get no love. Only if you’d listen to her talk you’d know she needs a hug. The way she lives is just fucked up her momma and her pops get drugged up they pull the bottles out before even checking on her. That alcohol turns me into her biggest fears . As soon as she saw the drinks tears rolled down her cheek. Her pops reeks of it. He’s no solid dude her mother chose wrong. You see her pops is a demon straight from hell . Once he gets alone with her. He forces her into it all and pushes against the wall you can smell the alcohol the lords are watching all the time but she’s never once received her prayer that her pain would end or at least take her “dad” out of the world. That poor girl has a “dad” who stripped her of her innocents at only the age of 13. She could never tell her mom but you can see it in her eyes the bags the sleepless nights shown all over her face. She’s insecure about who she is because the one man who was supposed to protect her showed her that a man could be so cruel right before saying “yes babygirl daddy loves you” she could never live life normally every man who touches her makes her bleed eternally. She’ll be abused for eternity. She’s shy and often scared to speak. Countless nights she’s sleeped deprived you can see it in her eyes. She gets anxiety when men yell she’s tough but yet so frail. This world is so cold you shouldn’t have to be so tough when you’re 13 years old.
By Kairell Jones4 years ago in Poets
You
I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re the first girl I’ve paid attention to not just the physical but the mental and the spiritual. I know the things you’re scared of, your insecurities too. Truth be told I can probably write a book about you explaining who you are your every last scar the ones on your thighs, the ones in your heart and the ones that linger when it’s dark . I was always there, the one you could lean on and tell me anything. I wouldn’t care. The moments that we shared could bring me all to tears because I said I loved you and you said you loved me too. I’ve lost you and but I’ve never lost the memory of you. You pushed me to be a better person, when I was hurting you pulled my pain away I loved showing you how much you mean to me. Waking you up with breakfast and roses because I love you and I thought that you should know it. I’ve never been good at showing it but for you it came naturally. We’d sit down and chat when ever you got mad at me discussing all our issues I think that’s why I really miss you. We communicated emotionally expressed our selves openly and I’d never want any one as close to me.
By Kairell Jones4 years ago in Poets
As my mind wonders
I’m paranoid, everytime I step outside I think I’m going to die. I live day by day with thoughts of only how will I survive. I’ve been through pain and I’ve made others feel pain. I’ve contemplated the value of life a million times, I’ve played out the scenarios of every different step I could possibly take and in the end I’d lost my mind or died. I spend my nights with thoughts that turn into images, or dreams that turn to life. What’s bad is I witness my death every night. Im often sleepless because I can’t wrap my mind around my emotions. I can sense my end is around the corner. Im anxious and I feel like I'm choking, I’m lonely but all alone is how I’ve all ways been. I hold no peace just anger shedding tears as I’m loading this banger. Problem solved if the trigger squeezed… but I could never I’ve been through it all when I’m at my lowest I fail to stand tall then I contemplate how could I end it all. I know I say I’m alone because that’s how I feel in side but I got family and I got friends but my mind is battling a God called depression. My emotions get the best of me I wonder if I died tonight would I pass on to something heavenly but I know I’ve lived the life where the man upstairs just isn’t expecting me. I wish I could place the blame on someone else… thanks for neglecting ~sincerely your son I needed your bond or your shoulder so that I can lean on, you can’t cuddle me from the world but it would’ve helped a few times. I’m going crazy all alone I ain’t been picking up the phone I ain’t talking to the guys asking what they on I’ve been chasing myself I’ve been chasing my mind and emotion I’ve been so hopeless I’ve been so soulless. I’m on these drugs till there’s no return. I’m hurting I don’t know how I keep moving on enduring all this pain I just know my heart is shriveled up, i know no body understands what’s going on. I’ve lived a crazy life I lost the closest of my friends. I done seen cops kill the kids that look just like me. I harbor all the hardships I’ve endured in side of me I tried so hard to push it to the side of me. I keep on erupting with anger cause pain still lingers from it all I was a young kid always stood tall I lost my dad and I didn’t know how to deal with it all I’m the middle child so I always had things rough I felt like my momma hated me could you imagine the toll that takes on an 8 year old. As I got older I craved love and it did me no better because I couldn’t love myself unless I was getting money. I’ve been searching for love so desperately I had to learn the hard way it wasn’t only sex I need. I needed someone to hold me and connect with me I need that intimacy come smoke a couple blunts with me as I hold you close comfortably that’s my type of love you see. I don’t like people next to me but I like you next to me. I don’t want no one stressing me I wanna live stress free. Come find some peace in me Im hoping that you’ll see it in me. Don’t tell me you don’t wanna be with me I’m expressing how I feel deep fully. There’s more to this man than what you seen from me take me out my shell open up to me I wanna know what do you think it means to be free because that’s how it feels when it’s just you and me.
By Kairell Jones4 years ago in Psyche
