Past Time (another poem)

I wrote this when I was 12-13... I knew nothing of love. At all. I'm surprised I wrote this at such a young, inexperienced stage of life. Funny how I can completely relate to something I wrote 10+ years ago


PAST TIME

There comes a time in your life
When you just have to move on.
A time when you have to go and
Leave his childish games alone.
When he starts to lie and cheat
And play games with your mind,
Then it's time to let him go.
As a matter of fact, it's past time.
We used to be good and
Our love was so strong,
But now that's over.
It's time to move on.
I know right now it seems hard,
But one day you'll see
Our relationship was wrong.
It just wasn't meant to be.
You just couldn't stay faithful
And I just couldn't live a lie.
So, I finally got the nerve
To pack my bags & say goodbye.
There comes a time in your life
When you just have to move on.
A time when you have to go and
Leave his childish games alone.
When he starts to lie and cheat
And play games with your mind,
Then it's time to let him go.
As a matter of fact, it's past time.



~Jay

A woman's dilemma....

Ok, here's one more poem of mine. Written about 5 yrs ago. Its not entitled so I must have had something serious on my mind at the time. Lol

UNTITLED

So, now I'm sitting here holding my phone while HE is telling me all the things that I used to hear from HIM. How beautiful I am & how if HE were HIM, I would never want for anything. I find that hard to believe cause everything HE is saying would sound so much better coming from HIM. But since I don't see HIM around, I pretend to listen to what HE is saying until HE says "goodnight, sweetheart" and hangs up the phone. Then all my thoughts turn to HER & what SHE could have over ME to make HIM cheat. As I lay in bed, alone, I wonder when ME & HIM stopped being an US and when SHE & HIM started being a THEM and HE & I started being... Whatever it is WE are. Whenever I tried to talk to HIM about our problems, I never could get HIM to listen to ME or what I was saying. But HE listened. And HE held ME. And HE kissed MY tears away. I'm sure SHE did the same for HIM... So, here I am still with HIM waiting for HIM to realize that SHE could never be ME and HER love could never compare to MINE and HE could never replace HIM and all I've ever wanted was for ME & HIM to go back to being US. But until then, HIM & HER are doing THEIR thing.... And I guess I'm doing MINE.




~Jay

One of my old poems

Found my old poetry book & came across this poem I wrote almost a decade ago. It has an ENTIRELY different meaning. Just thought I'd share it with my readers....

YOU

I was born
For you
I grew into a woman
For you
Along the way I leaned about love
For you
I was taught about sex
For you
I learned the difference between love and lust
For you
I experienced heartbreak
For you
I felt all of the heartache
For you
I gave up my throne
For you
Ceased being a queen
For you
Let myself go
For you
I've cried tears
For you
My heart's bled
For you
I forgot my pride
For you
Forgot that little girl inside
For you
I stopped existing
For you
I eventually died
For you
My spirit got lost, in search
Of you
Then I saw a light, a reflection
Of you
So, I went towards that light to be
With you
And now I'm finally free
Of you.



~Jay

Day 4: Your parents

Today is my mommy's birthday!!! Yay!!! : )

Ok, back to the topic... I was raised by mother so of course I have more to say about her. To sum it all up: my mother is amazing. We tend to butt heads a lot because we're so much alike, but at the end of the day, I wouldn't trade her. No matter what, she's always had my best interest at heart. She is a full-time babysitter to my son & he LOVES it. I wish I was rich... She'd have no worries.

My father is a work in progress. I say that because although he is in my life, there has never been a relationship. I'm torn because half of me says it's too late (that's the shoulder with the little demon) & the other half says it's never too late to get things right with people (the shoulder with my angel). Right now the angel is winning. I allow him to be included in my life because I have a child. Becoming a mother has made me soft & hardcore at the same time. How does that work exactly?? I'll leave you all to ponder that.

*muah*


~Jay

Day 3: Your First Love

Hmmm not too much to talk about here... Who picks these blog topics?? Smh. Anyhoo, my first love was just that... My first love. I learned a helluva <~~~ (southern word) lot from that relationship. I wish him the best in life & love. That's about it. *Kanye shrug*


~Jay