Poetry

  • this world

    she’s not made for this world
    of cropped tops and cold shoulders
    of high-pitched cruelty
    and eyeliner wings sharp enough to kill 
    but she’d sell her soul
    just to sit with them for five minutes

  • 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. 

  • 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

  • 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 

  • Remember You

    Your whole self is being developed,

    everyday you learn something new, 

    you create your dreams into reality,

    you can't wait to grow up,

    yet you missed the good old times,

    where you didn't have to 

  • Kid Or Adult

    We're only kids

    But we need to be

    As mature as adults

    We're little kids

    It's not safe

    But we're basically an adult

    So we can have adult responsibilities

    We can't stay up with friends

  • I want to cry

    I want to cry.

    I want to cry

    But I cannot.

    Graduation

    Graduation

    They're leaving

    It's finally happening and how will I survive

    What if this what if that

    Stress

    Schoolwork

  • Why

    Why?

    It's a question I ask

    More and more.

    How far

    Am I willing to go for this?

    As it gets harder

    And harder.

    Auditions.

    I have to prove to other

    People

    Actual

    Judges

  • The Streets of Laredo

    One of the first songs

    I learned to play

    Was

    "The Streets of Laredo".

    I remember this

    With all the other songs in that book

    Too.

    Now, it is

    In my closet

    Broken

    The cover falling off

  • Stuck in September

    “Hey! Congrats, you finished! Would you like to see how far you’ve come?”

    “Finished? What do you mean finished? It’s barely been a week, are you kidding me?”