Poems from jacktay15
Some people keep secrets like they’re going out of style,
Like they’re a form of currency,
And if they don’t have enough they’ll go broke....
The world drops out from below and my head lifts into the clouds
To float like it has for all my life,
Only this time it is for real.
The...
I am fifteen years old, going on sixteen, and my father calls me chickadee.
I do not know why—I am not chipper like one at five in the...
I write because I want to leave a part of myself behind when I go.
I want people to remember that I was capable of beautiful things, even...