User:Da Letter Jay

Jay Perez, also known on the internet as "Da_Letter_Jay". He currently resides in West Chicago, Illinois. He spends his time instant messaging his friends or viewing/creating Wikipedia pages.

Jay was born in Winfield, Illinois, United States February 27, 1990. He is currently 16 years old and is a Junior at West Chicago Community High School.

Video Games
Favorite video games include:

Mortal Kombat: Deadly Alliance

Mortal Kombat: Deception

Mortal Kombat: Shaolin Monks

Luigi's Mansion

Super Smash Bros. Melee

DDRMAX

DDRMAX2

DDR Extreme

Music
Jay likes almost any kind of music. As long as it isn't Satanic or annoying.

Movies
Jay enjoys horror movies. His collection includes:

Final Destination, Final Destination 2, Final Destination 3, The Nun, Ghost Ship, Tamara, The Grudge, Cabin Fever, The Tooth Fairy, Soul Survivor, Resident Evil, R66m 6, Venomous, Urban Legend, and Decoys.

Poems
WHILE LOOKING IN THE MIRROR As I look into the mirror, I see what others see. I see the exact opposite of what I should be. As I stare into the mirror, the other me stares back. The thought what they're going to say is going to make me crack. I ask myself "why should I care what THEY think?" But, I realize I DO care.....and my insides start to sink. As I peer again at the mirror, fighting my bad thoughts, I wanted to look away, not knowing what I would have sought. Then my conscience hits me...what if it's not me? What if it's my beaten-down, fragile self-esteem? I know that must be true, Then the feelings pass. Then as if on impulse, I shatter that damned glass. I will mentally be stronger; my thoughts will bring no pain. I will never be so rash, and never again be vain.

OBSESSIVE LOVE

What I do to be noticed is sometimes considered weak; I thrive to be enjoyed by everyone I seek.

I meet a nice person, whom I think really likes me, but usually they wind up ending things nicely in a way such as "Sorry, I don't like you that way" or something more mean like "Hey, would you go away?" and I cry wondering what I've done for them to despise me.

A day passes by, five days, then ten, and then I get on with my life once again I think I'll be fine, don't worry - I grew strong. I feel that I don't need to be with someone to get along.

A month passes by - I finally found this one gal I like, that I stay up to talk to and chat with all night. We exchanged our life stories and I tell her of my worries and somehow she made all my problems right.

I think I'm in love with her, I don't know how to explain it. Even though it's online and my friends call it bullshit. She says she feels the same and sometime soon we shall meet and that gives me that wonderful feeling - I'm complete!

Four more months pass by, and we hardly talk anymore. She no longer tells me the things that I adore. I try to keep it together and I remind myself that I'm still loved, even without the assurance that she used to speak of.

A week passes by and my friends tell me that it's over. They say "She doesn't love you, compared to you, she's lower. She obviously doesn't care - probably laughs when you crawl back. If you keep that up, your heart will always be attacked. Just forget her; Move on. You'll find someone better, someone who will love you, call you, and respond to your letters."

I say "She still loves me. I know it, I really do" 'cause she once said to me "There is no one else but you" I treasure every moment where she reminded me of her love. I shall never give up the feelings that I have grew fond of. Then one horrible night she basically told me that we're through. She said, "I wasn't taking this relationship as serious as you." I cried all that night and I grew depressed and hopeless. How can I live without the feeling of love and acceptance?

I think back to the time where I still had her with me. I remember the feeling I got when she said that she loves me. I lie in bed that night and pretend that she's still there. I can see her photoed smile and everything's okay without a care. I pretend that I'm still loved. I fantasize that it's ALL true. And before I go to sleep, I whisper back to her "I love you".

THE NIGHT

The night is the realm of nightmares; it is the world of dreams. A place where its contents are not always what they seem.

To walk out into the darkened night, is an act estranged. For the thought of running into someone, both evil and deranged.

To some, the night is pleasant; to many it's pure fear. To others it's a state of mind, that no one can go near.

The pausing of the day and the resting of the tired. The only ones up late are the caffeine-wired.

People inside cozy houses, sleeping without try, While few are freezing on the street hoping not to die.

While humans are asleep, the nocturnal are at play. Because (of course) they are sleeping during the long day.

While lovers have each other, each other's soul they own. There is someone elsewhere, spending nights alone.

The moon replaced the sun, the stars shine in the skies, So magical to grant a wish, as seen through children's eyes.

To few, these views are false, to most they are right. But no matter what is thought or said, it will soon be night.