
Writing

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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.
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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.
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Sunset
Walking through the college greens
On a warm night
Some random song stuck in my headPlaying on repeat once again
Smelling the new flowers bloomingIn the garden near my favorite picnic table
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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.
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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
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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