Writing

Man at desk with black birds
["Asgardian Seagulls," digital art by cedar, YWP]
  • A Tiny Write

    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. 

  • Falling leaves 

    It’s 6 AM at the end of September, and Vermont's trees are transitioning into their autumn beauty. The mornings are my favorite: the quiet, peacefulness, and calm of the world are one of a kind.

  • Sunset

    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

  • take it into the sun

    I put my turn signal on and pull off of the pavement. I open my car door and breathe in the spring air. I see new leaves, green, on the trees, and potholes that I dodge and jump as I start skipping.

  • Worry

    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

  • Unfinished

    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
    his hands once steady on the reins of power