Jay Williams
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Just a young woman who writes freely, from the mind...holding nothing back.
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'Pitch Perfect 3': More Than Just Music
This week has been an emotional one, one in which I find myself looking at videos or listening to music and instantly cry. I blame it on the "red tide" since during the time, my emotional senses are heightened and I am at the mercy of it.
By Jay Williams5 years ago in Geeks
Lexi
“She is drop dead gorgeous. I can’t even muster words to describe her, but simply poetry in human form for she reminds me of the elegance that Edger Allen Poe spoke of. The delicate way her eyelashes flutters, softly humming like an angelic harp. I was overeager for her to come over, more or less, “cum” period. I imagined that her orgasms summoned energies from the deepest parts of the jungle. Rattling a battle cry as she approach nirvana, I wanted to take part. I needed to bring her to a euphoria that I, myself have experienced, through numerous lustful encounters. The bringer of orgasms is what I pride myself on. Her yoni would be as soft as the pedal of my lotus as I envision planting the softest kiss on her Pearl. Tickle it against my tongue as our once heavenly room, become more dark, more sinful, that a fire erupted in each part of the room. I knew "Scarlett" was taken ahold as she flirted playfully at this exotic goddess next to me. Giggles that awoken the lustful demon inside me, as a newborn to the world, Lexi was new. Unexpected but new. That delighted Scarlett. It made me cringe. I envisioned a sensual essence about our escapade, not barbaric as Scarlett desired. She wanted her hair wild with captured pictures of positions in which she couldn’t get away from. Escape from. She was Scarletts’ prisoners and while they continue to engaged; she was not reluctant. She played on the dark side, and Scarlett wanted an opponent. I wanted the beauty yet Scarlett wanted the animalistic nature. She wanted to be drenched in her juices, whereas I wanted to shower in her waters form. Sweet as a Southern Tea on the hottest day of August. We were parched, that we could both agree on.”
By Jay Williams6 years ago in Filthy
The Secrets She Keeps
The Secrets she keeps....Closing in on her...creates an undertow...slowly...drowning her. But alas...there is air...black air...she inhales...leaving her disoriented...her not being able to tell from what is real and what is fake...what her heart could possibly take...if it's nothing....nothing but pain.
By Jay Williams6 years ago in Poets
Herbal Grace
Grace. Grace comes in many forms and at various times in life one seeks comfort or understanding of a moment. In the solitude that is Grace, Logic itself is strengthened and the need to continue on after hardship or "misfortunes" that life hands us is much greater than the temporary feeling of hopelessness... misery... despair. Myself, I had found Grace in one of the world's unlikely devices: Marijuana.
By Jay Williams6 years ago in Potent
Women Theory 201
Sometimes, I think about the question, “Can I pinpoint when I liked women?” A lengthy question, but a question nonetheless. The whole idea of “environmental influence vs genetically encoded” has caused me so much grief throughout my life that I needed to explore it more. When I was in college, taking a biology class that was linked sexuality, I fully understood the science. Oddly enough, however, I didn’t know how to describe what I felt was correct in how I defined my sexual orientation. The question still remained as to when my attraction began.
By Jay Williams6 years ago in Humans
Thoughtsoutloud
Introduction: When there are high levels of stress or excitement, my mind goes into an uncontrollable chaos. So intense, that conversations begin to play loudly in my head, taking a life of their own. Over the years, they have begun to be a part of my daily life, anticipating which voice I’d hear the loudest. Responding to them out loud, would certify me as crazy, so, I observe them. Taking note of which is dominate or submissive. Voice one is my normal one, the everyday Jackie voice. Voice 2 reminds me a lot like Louise from Bob’s Burgers. Sarcastic. A youthful, playful energy yet at times can be extremely annoying, Voice 3 is the spiritual “dark cloud” that appears when I am the lowest. With the deepest blue eyes, she’s cynical and sad. The following is a scenario in which all of these voice came together and actively played loudly my mind.
By Jay Williams6 years ago in Psyche
A Crazy Writer
A Reflection On a whirlwind high… I had been published—a thought that had became foreign to me. An achievement that I have often compared myself to others in judging what it meant to be successful. In any field that I find an interest or passion in, I begin to compare my desires to others. Yet, on a manic high, I decided to take the very thing I have kept private and expose it to the world—that I have a love for the arts, writing being my passion, and I wanted to share with everyone and anyone…who would listen. Normally, I would start to worry about opinions that others may have in reading something as raw and as deep as my blogs, poems, or stories. The worry feeling would become so suffocating that I would then retreat back into the “shadows,” never to be heard from again. However, I took one note that my mania behavior causes me to believe; that, in the act of determination and being carefree, inhibition would be thrown to the furthest wind and continue to stay there. After some time, I would return back to reality and I would do anything to rectify the actions that had occurred. In my writing, I had gone against that thought and just allowed everything I had written to float around the net in hopes that someone—or anyone—would understand where I was coming from, be shocked, laugh, or even take heed to what I had written.
By Jay Williams6 years ago in Psyche