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Jade Quirk Mar 2020
When it's my birthday

People will ask my age

They'll say,

"You're not actual 18

Until this 7:12pm today"

And I will politely 

Tell them to go away.
It's my birthday? I am 18, and the panic is low at ride. I am 18! I am 18? I know turning a age doesn't change anything in me, just other people perceptions.


I am 18?

Who decided that was a good idea?
Jade Quirk Jun 2019
I feel the gloom come to me when I was alone in the parking lot.
It told me  that I didn't want to be. I knew that if I sat long enough I wouldn't know the difference between It and me.
Today was a good enough day.
Why can't I ever be good enough?
Sometimes I think too much
Jade Quirk May 2019
I was a curious child, as all children should be.

My parents let me keep my dislodged teeth.

I started collecting,

I wanted to have a full smile.

Not only that,

But I had red clay that I made heads with;

How cool, would that be,

If I could make one with a smile?

Needless to say, I didn’t have many friends.

What I had were smiling heads.
True story. I don't think I was a lonely child, just an alone child in her world.
  May 2019 Jade Quirk
They’ll check your wrists,
But not your thighs,
They’ll check your smile,
But not your eyes
They’ll avoid the truth,
Believe the lies,
Nothing to sooth,
No reason to cry,
Our smiles are bright,
Eyes are a bit dull,
Wrists are clean despite,
The blade with an emotional pull,
And we’re emotionally unstable,
But they say that’s okay,
We are all a bit of a riddle,
But that’s the only thing we can convey,
And the world will open to swallow us up,
But that’s okay, at least our habits remain,
And when their arms finally open up,
We will show them the reflection they taught us to shame,
So we paint a smile with the color of red,
From the thighs they didn’t check,
And from our eyes we bled.
And they'll only understand,
When the noose hold us by our necks,
And if they had thought twice,

Maybe our eyes they would have checked.
  Dec 2018 Jade Quirk
Dorothy Parker
Once, when I was young and true,
  Someone left me sad--
Broke my brittle heart in two;
  And that is very bad.

Love is for unlucky folk,
  Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke;
  And that, I think, is worse.
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