this world
she’s not made for this world
of cropped tops and cold shoulders
of high-pitched cruelty
and eyeliner wings sharp enough to kill
but she’d sell her soul
just to sit with them for five minutes
she’s not made for this world
of cropped tops and cold shoulders
of high-pitched cruelty
and eyeliner wings sharp enough to kill
but she’d sell her soul
just to sit with them for five minutes
I like to think
that if our friends;
sometimes the closest people in our life,
can see us for our soul.
Then so can others.
Walking through the college greens
On a warm night
Some random song stuck in my head
Playing on repeat once again
Smelling the new flowers blooming
In the garden near my favorite picnic table
Hello
My name is Jaden
I am fifteen
And this is a poem
About me
About how I feel
Being a teenager
In 2025
Distance
Rain
Endless nights
With no end in sight
they gather in shadow beyond the monuments
no longer chiseled names but men again
haunted by what they see
each bearing the weight of his vision now worn
washington stands first
Your whole self is being developed,
everyday you learn something new,
you create your dreams into reality,
you can't wait to grow up,
yet you missed the good old times,
where you didn't have to
We're only kids
But we need to be
As mature as adults
We're little kids
It's not safe
But we're basically an adult
So we can have adult responsibilities
We can't stay up with friends
I want to cry.
I want to cry
But I cannot.
Graduation
Graduation
They're leaving
It's finally happening and how will I survive
What if this what if that
Stress
Schoolwork
Why?
It's a question I ask
More and more.
How far
Am I willing to go for this?
As it gets harder
And harder.
Auditions.
I have to prove to other
People
Actual
Judges
One of the first songs
I learned to play
Was
"The Streets of Laredo".
I remember this
With all the other songs in that book
Too.
Now, it is
In my closet
Broken
The cover falling off
“Hey! Congrats, you finished! Would you like to see how far you’ve come?”
“Finished? What do you mean finished? It’s barely been a week, are you kidding me?”
You are not perfect, and that is okay.
Your best isn’t working yourself to a point where you have to sacrifice your mental health to succeed.
Someone cares about you.