Some stories aren’t written for the masses. They’re whispered for the ones willing to lean in closer. The ones who don’t flinch when the truth cuts. The ones who understand that healing and hurting often spill from the same pen. If you’re reading this — you’re right on time. VIP Ink isn’t for everyone. It’s … Continue reading Enter The Ink: An Invitation for the Real Ones
Author: KaeJaye The Writer
I am a 2010 Mass Communication and Journalism graduate (BA) of Southeastern Louisiana University. I am also a 2016 English and Creative Writing Graduate (MA) of Southern New Hampshire University. I value words like no other. Words seem to pour out the depths of my soul of which I as a human have not yet dared to venture to. I appreciate pen, because it reaches beyond the boundaries that have been set by my more humanly self. I'm in love with paper or a blank screen, because it is the most beautiful canvas ever created by man.
The Silence Before the Scream
They thought she broke. But she was just quiet long enough to hear God clearly. She don’t broadcast breakdowns. She heals in silence, rises in strategy. The stillness? That’s sacred. The scream? That’s coming. And when it does— it won’t be a cry… it’ll be a call. -Kae Jaye-
I’m Her
When it comes to the pen, I’m definitely her. From bars to stanzas— They all concur. I don’t play with wordage, A wordsmith by nature— I finesse the verbiage, Cut with precision like a lyrical razor. I might trip over words when I speak on my feet, But pen to paper? I got the game … Continue reading I’m Her
She Didn’t Scream
(but you heard her anyway) She didn’t scream. She never had to. Her presence did the talking. Her silence? That was the echo. They mistook her calm for weakness— thought because she didn’t clap back, she didn’t carry the ammo. But baby, she been packing truth in every glance, grace in every pause, and thunder … Continue reading She Didn’t Scream
The Weight No One Sees
This week was heavy. And not just because of one thing—everything felt like too much. People see the smile. They hear the laugh. And they assume I’m okay. Strong. Unshaken. Unbothered. But the truth? No one ever stops to ask if the strong one is even holding on. They don’t ask if I’ve cried more … Continue reading The Weight No One Sees
Before The End of a Life- A Real Talk PSA on Mental Health
Let’s talk about it. Really talk about it. Everyone’s big on “mental health awareness” right now. The hashtags are flying, the tributes are pouring in, and folks are suddenly eager to hold space… because someone in the spotlight lost their life. And while the concern is valid, the timing often isn’t. Because where was all … Continue reading Before The End of a Life- A Real Talk PSA on Mental Health
Unwritten But Not Unfelt
Years of words- Gone, But the pain in every stroke of the pen resides. A soul stain that I can’t seem to stop, a deeply rooted soul tie! Years of releasing the pain through the pen, bleeding my every sentiment held within… Suddenly lost in the wind. I remember titles I fought so hard to … Continue reading Unwritten But Not Unfelt
To Sir, Without An Ounce Of Love
Did you tell her you told me you loved me? Oh wait — You’re not man enough for that, huh? When it comes to truth, That’s just something you can’t do. But all’s fair in love and war… I just got caught in the casualty of your war. Did she know you planned to leave? … Continue reading To Sir, Without An Ounce Of Love
“I chose to reach for my worth rather than stay and play in your dirt.” -Kae Jaye-
Who Sees The Strong One?
Today I’m tired. Tired of being told to be pleasant while people pour their mess onto me. Tired of being humble while the world chips away at me like I’m made of stone and not spirit. They say, “Don’t return the energy.” But how am I supposed to keep giving when the leeches keep draining? … Continue reading Who Sees The Strong One?
Serenity’s Bliss pt.4
The paramedics cleared Paige, stating she had experienced a panic attack. Once the paramedics exited the shed, Serenity gave Paige a look of concern. Paige lowered her head, " I don't want to go through this again Serenity. I fought extremely hard to rebuild myself after him." Paige poured her heart to her bestie without … Continue reading Serenity’s Bliss pt.4
The Grace I Give
Journal Reflection: “The Grace I Give” I give grace because I know what it feels like to be overwhelmed, to carry more than I can explain, to be in a space where words won’t come but feelings won’t rest. I’ve made room for people to process, to stumble, to be unsure—because I don’t love conditionally. … Continue reading The Grace I Give
She Bleeds Words
She bleeds words— the kind you don’t say out loud, the ones that sit in your chest like smoke in a locked room, waiting for a way out that doesn’t set the whole place on fire. She carries them quiet, like a story no one stuck around to finish. Heavy words. Unsaid truths. Pages folded … Continue reading She Bleeds Words
Dear Valentine
While society hypes the glamour, The glitz, and all that mundane Shit.. Here I sit with the most simplistic wish. Praying that you’d make it my gift. I won’t fawn over red roses, It’s never really been my gist. Nor will I care if violets are blue. I’d simply love to receive you! Raw, uncut … Continue reading Dear Valentine
Moment
Couldn't have dreamed of a better scenario, A better specimen to have created such a show. An exchange of energy so pure and high vibrational, That nothing about it presented itself as conditional. Any other time, I would have stayed in my lane, But you... you created a moment that initiated a main change. A … Continue reading Moment
Kae Jaye The Writer 