Young Writers

Someday Balloon, You will be mine, I’ll find you, Red and drifting and torn in a hundred places, Lying on the ground, Drowning beneath the sea, Or...

A bird? Seriously? Among all of my sister’s relatives, she lets me take care of her bird for the holiday. “Please Jade! It’ll be just for a week. I’...

Most people struggle with mental health at some point in their lives, I'd say. The following poem is a reflection on my own battle with depressive thoughts and existentialism. I find it to be rather cringy and on the nose, but maybe you'll enjoy it more than I do. This was created as part of a group activity in which we wrote poems using and "I Am" format, shown here: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f4/f4/da/f4f4daa3bef8ab50ba8efced6ca86633... Feel free to leave your interpretation or any feedback! I am by no means a particularly accomplished writer, especially when it comes to poetry.

The adventures I’ve gone through to get to where I am today. To exist. Slipped in and out of an old pair of Vans, whirling round and round a washing...