Jayjay

Hi I’m Mx. Jayjay, an author and content creator from The UK. I love experimenting with different writing styles and always expanding my voice.

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Jayjay

Hi I’m Mx. Jayjay, an author and content creator from The UK. I love experimenting with different writing styles and always expanding my voice.

https://x.com/mx_jayjay?s=21&t=qvrv_bpbcn79zjdlizdm_a

816

Writings

100

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Jayjay

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Your mind is a garden, your thoughts are the seeds.

You can grow flowers, or you can grow weeds.

It’s your choice to do what you wish to accomplish, all I can hope for is to be your accomplice.

You are my garden and I am your attendee, I make sure you grow as beautifully as you can.

I make sure you know that you are my man.

And I am your gardener, faithful and true, you’re the one who grows and I...

Poetry

In The Way

Jayjay

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Never hunt close to home, that’s what I was always told. But he just had to walk in on me mid kill. He just had to get in my way! And now I have no choice. I look at him in the eyes, tears welling up.

“I broke my rules for you.” Is the last thing I say as I lift the knife....

The Chav

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Puffer jacket in the summer, hooped earrings, high pony, she was a chav through and through. She did stereotypical things, said all the sayings like “bruv” and “mate”, she smoked, she drank. Hung out in places she shouldn’t.

But underneath her armour was a heart and a girl that cared every day for her sick grandmother, her only guardian and family in life.

Never judge a chav, by their jacket....

Sirens For Sirens

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At first they ignored it, the blaring sirens, it was just a drill, it was always just a drill, but when the emergency services began coming down the streets like ants to a picnic, they knew it was the real deal.

There was little time to pack their belongings, little time to say their goodbyes if things were going to go south.

They shoved what little possessions they could into the back of their...

Haunted

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I said the wrong thing once when I was ten, and it’s cursed me ever since.

It was nothing bad, not like a sin, but my brain can’t forget and so I live in regret.

Embarrassment is a curse that’s cruel and it’s twisted, my brain won’t forget no matter how I resist it.

I lie in bed at night and it pops in my brain, the words causing my sleep to allude me, my dreams to refrain.

I’ll be working and...

Poetry

Fate

Jayjay

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A sky of colours so vivid so beautiful. A girl and her family sitting on a wall, looking out to the beauty to which will befall them. They were not aware of their devastating fate for planets colliding is not something great. When two worlds collide you can be sure of your fate....

Resting

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Upon the dirt they laid a rose, a light bow and a simple tear as they stepped backward still facing the stone.

They’d return every week, to lay another flower, to share a word or two about their day, about their week or about their life.

Come rain or shine, they were there, and on the days they weren’t their rose remained alone on the dirt, resting on the grave....

After Hours At The Arcade

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The game over screens were just the beginning. Andrew was illuminated by red in every direction. He ran to the exit, but it was locked. Nothing, but his reflection staring back from the dark car park. His reflection and something else behind it.

He turned on his heels.

Nothing.

His heart relaxed for a moment, perhaps it was just his imagination, but then he felt the hand tighten around his mout...

Protection

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Roses are sweet, they’re romantic, a treat and a gift from a loved one to another, but love is a delicate thing. It can be represented by a ring, but a ring can be lost. It can be portrayed with a kiss, but a kiss could be off.

Love needs protection and love is sharp. If love goes sour it can wound your heart and so that’s why a rose has thorns to protect the love it represents....

Poetry

Hair of the Dog

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I woke up feeling like trash, my head was pounding, my eyes were red with lack of sleep. I felt like I’d just woken up from a dumpster and I smelled like I just bathed in beer.

I needed a hangover cure, so I wracked my sore brain trying to think of one.

“Hair of the dog?” I thought to myself. That is so weird, but it people swear by it I’ll give it a go.

I brushed my dogs fur and collected some...