So, here I am, sitting in my Chemistry class on my cell phone, typing this silly little bio thing about me. Interesting eh? Well, my name is Jayden Mackwell and I'm a 16 year old poet who's not so secretly studying to be a translator for the CIA. I've had chemical depression for several years, but poetry has helped me through it. I like feedback on my poems, but if you leave a comment, I beg you, PlEaSe dOn'T TyPe LyKe tHiS. It's really hard to read, and it makes you seem unintellegent. Thank you! |
Was it fun to hurt me?
I'll never be whole again...
Do you ever stop to wonder,
Why things go the way they go...
Sometimes I wish,
I could turn back time...
We met against all odds,
Through mutual friends of ours...
We met against all odds,
Through mutual friends of ours...
I look in a mirror,
And what do I see...
You promised you'd come and visit,
You said you might even stay...
At times the words doesn't seem right,
And nothing seems fair at all...
Sometimes I wish,
I could turn back time...
I pledge alligence, |
Some people say that anger is just love dissappointed, some people say that love's just a state of mind. |
Punk rock is a place for the disenfranchised and the alienated, NOT for the people who do the alienating. |