"jaden" poems
I’m curious about your experience of time. Do you feel like life is moving really quickly? Is your music one way to sort of turn it over and reflect on it?
WILLOW SMITH: I mean, time for me, I can make it go slow or fast, however I please, and that’s how I know it doesn’t exist.
JADEN SMITH: It’s proven that how time moves for you depends on where you are in the universe. It’s relative to beings and other places. But on the level of being here on earth, if you are aware in a moment, one second can last a year. And if you are unaware, your whole childhood, your whole life can pass by in six seconds. But it’s also such a thing that you can get lost in.
How have you gotten better?
WILLOW SMITH: Caring less what everybody else thinks, but also caring less and less about what your own mind thinks, because what your own mind thinks, sometimes, is the thing that makes you sad.
JADEN SMITH: Exactly. Because your mind has a duality to it. So when one thought goes into your mind, it’s not just one thought, it has to bounce off both hemispheres of the brain. When you’re thinking about something happy, you’re thinking about something sad. When you think about an apple, you also think about the opposite of an apple. It’s a tool for understanding mathematics and things with two separate realities. But for creativity: That comes from a place of oneness. That’s not a duality consciousness. And you can’t listen to your mind in those times — it’ll tell you what you think and also what other people think.
WILLOW SMITH: And then you think about what you think, which is very dangerous.
Do you think of your new music as a continuation of your past work?
JADEN SMITH: That’s another thing: What’s your job, what’s your career? Nah, I am. I’m going to imprint myself on everything in this world.
What are the things worth having?
WILLOW SMITH: A canvas. Paint. A microphone.
JADEN SMITH: Anything that you can shock somebody with. The only way to change something is to shock it. If you want your muscles to grow, you have to shock them. If you want society to change, you have to shock them.
WILLOW SMITH: That’s what art is, shocking people. Sometimes shocking yourself.
So is the hardest education the unlearning of things?
WILLOW SMITH: Yes, basically, but the crazy thing is it doesn’t have to be like that.
JADEN SMITH: Here’s the deal: School is not authentic because it ends. It’s not true, it’s not real. Our learning will never end. The school that we go to every single morning, we will continue to go to.
WILLOW SMITH: Forever, ‘til the day that we’re in our bed.
JADEN SMITH: Kids who go to normal school are so teenagery, so angsty.
WILLOW SMITH: They never want to do anything, they’re so tired.
WILLOW SMITH: I went to school for one year. It was the best experience but the worst experience. The best experience because I was, like, “Oh, now I know why kids are so depressed.” But it was the worst experience because I was depressed.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 7:51 AM UTC
Bought a painting of Jaden Smith,
now wait before you diss,
give me a second to explain,
there’s a story that goes along with it,
see he had a show in LA,
and of course it was on the 7th,
3rd show of the tour,
and the tour was called Vision,
I hadn’t planned to go,
didn’t even know about the show,
until my brother Alpha told me about it,
and the cards aligned in a row,
see a few days before,
I’d backed my car into a wall,
and I had to take it to East LA,
to get it fixed in other words resolved,
now it just so happened,
that the day I took it to get fixed,
was the same day as Jaden’s show,
now that’s some Cosmicness,
see the show was downtown,
and I usually don’t go east of the 405,
but this time I did to get my car fixed,
and I asked a friend to pick me up because I couldn’t drive,
so she picked me up,
and then my other friend told me of an art show,
at a place called The Brewery,
and man how I love art shows,
so after dropping off the car,
and went to The Brewery,
where I bought some art,
because I like to collect future history,
now the girl that had picked me up,
was having a rough day,
because her brother had died 6 months earlier,
and today was his birthday,
so she had to leave,
and go to the beach,
and I stayed behind,
to let her have some peace,
and as it so happened,
there was another anniversary at a gallery called The Hive,
I told you the cards were in a row,
and of course the stars were aligned,
so I went to the next art gallery,
got a ride there from a beautiful Polish chic,
bought some more art at there as well,
I guess I am what a Collector is,
then it just so happened,
that I was walking distance from Jaden’s show,
so I walked through downtown,
until I arrived at The Novo,
now I didn’t have a ticket,
and the show as sold out,
but I found a side door,
and it opened right up,
I went inside,
and got with the vibes,
man that kid Jaden,
knows how to get the crowd hyped,
during the show,
I kept seeing someone in the front row,
try to hand Jaden a painting,
a painting of himself,
after the show,
I was thrown Jaden’s yellow bandana,
then I exited outside,
and away from the arena,
when I got to the exit,
I saw the kid with the painting,
it had Jaden and Willow’s signature,
and as I said before I collect paintings,
so I bought it right then and there,
blame synchronicities,
so it’s not so much I seek out art,
as art comes to me,
all part of the vision,
of starting the Art Center in New Zealand,
where we can feel safe and socialize,
and remember what it was like when we still had feelings,
and all that I see now,
in this painting I have,
of Jaden Smith,
dressed as Batman,
bought a painting of Jaden Smith,
now wait before you diss,
give me a second to explain,
there’s a story that goes along with it…
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Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 6:30 PM UTC
Tommorow was the day
Yes I'd be married
My love, my life.
My dear wonderful wife.
Jessica, I have prepared my vows.
"Have you?" She asked with wide glistening eyes.
I thought I felt paradise.
She handed me her vows
And kissed me and I read
"Dear Jaden,
Remember how you tripped the moment you saw me?
I swear I never felt happy anymore in my life.
Remember the chocolates and your bunking classes?
Remember how you broke my window glasses?
Remember the sunset?
Remember us wild?
Remember how we kissed?
Remember how we cried
Oh my selfish selfish self!
I left my family
My room
My mothers touch
And now you are talking about vows...do they fit right?
I promise to love you as much as I do today night.
Relieve your pain, fix your tuxedo young man because, I"ll be the one in white.
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 6:14 AM UTC
We’re riding,
feels more like flying,
because this car,
feels more like a spaceship,
used to ride in a hybrid with eyes red,
now I ride a Tesla clean as a whistle,
used to use the pen as a sword,
now I use my laptop as a missile,
sorry I’m not sorry if I missed you,
didn’t intentionally diss you,
just been focused zoning on my poems,
keeping it going with my mind on the mission,
listen,
this is the future,
most are out to lunch better catch up,
this isn’t a **** it sandwich this is blessing dressing,
not an invalid salad but an important portion so pay attention when addressing us,
fck,
trying not to cuss too much,
but what the fck,
sometimes too much isn’t even enough,
probably heard that before,
probably didn’t know that was my line,
see when over a million people have read your words,
your words get rewritten time after time,
rewritten but not bitten see there’s a difference,
and yeah I know that the difference is a line and that line’s fine,
and it’s crossed when the message is lost and the spirit leaves the body,
but it’s not when I hear the words repeated in songs and I know those words are mine,
because when I know other people also know albeit sublimely,
I guess that’s what happens when your work outgrows you,
when you hear words you wrote in songs and quotes,
and it gives you that potent mix of anxiety and adrenaline,
which leads you to speeding by throttling the clutch like a throat,
heading north on America’s most west coast road,
going 100 MPH with no MPG up the PCH,
no MPG because the ride is all electric,
like we are running in this lifelong race,
racin’ with Jaden we ride out to our Topanga hideout,
got a whole 10 acre mountain top up there,
where we go to get ghost when we need to get away from foolish folks,
from their flashing lights Hellish cellphones and all their blank faced phony stares,
riding,
feels more like flying,
because this car,
feels more like a spaceship…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 9:22 AM UTC
Two Angels
Little hands
Big hearts
Once playing
Loving life
Carefree
God's gift
Precious
Innocent
Protected
Suddenly without answers
Two beautiful hearts taken
Loved ones hurting confused
No rhyme or reason to help make sense
A community so small
Affected in so many ways
Wanting to help
Comfort
They pray
Loss for words
Not wanting to cause further pain
Sorry for your loss seems so little
Compared to the mountain of pain
Two huge souls
Have traveled to heaven
To reside in the House of our God
Looking down on family
Wishing they could give comfort
They ask God to help
Guide
Support
Comfort
Candles will fill the night
Like twinkling stars in the heavens
As a grieving family
A supportive and caring community
Come together to pay tribute
Far to young to leave us
Will leave a mark on two communities
Will be remembered by all
Two beautiful hearts
Smiling down from heaven
As our Lord keeps them safe
Sleep well little ones
We know you are at peace
Jaden and Delaney you will be missed.
Written By: Jennifer Humphrey
Dedicated to Jaden, Delaney, and their families
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 11:34 PM UTC
Dear white boys in my class
I hear your whisper
I see your fingers pointing
I see the way your thin lips curl into a smile when I mess up
Dear white boys in my white class
When I raise my hand it’s because I have an answer
Don’t mistake it for a request to be your servant
Dear white boys in my class
You think you’re smart huh?
You think you’re the bravest?
You think you have the most history?
I’d hate to burst your small white bubble but it’s about time you got a true history lesson
Dear white boy in my class
You say my hair blocks knowledge to my brain
Well remember when you got a 13 on the ACT
Yeah who got the 32….oh right not you
Dear white boys in my class
You say because you took your friend back to the “hood” you’re brave
That you were the minority so you know what it feels like to be me
Well dear white boys in my class
You don’t know anything!
You live in a world where you make pit stops when you wanna feel “ethnic”
Newsflash this isn’t ethnic this is my life
One I wish to get away from
Because my world is full of gun shots and drunk family members
Of young black boys pictures hung up in church
But you say my struggles don’t count
That because it’s normal it’s not brave
And you’re right
Dear white boys in my class
The bravest thing I’ve ever done in my life is what you call a right
The right to an education
To wake up and go to school where everyone is against me
Because my voice is different
Because my skin is deeper
Because I’m too loud
Dear white boys in my class
You think you’re history is the richest huh?
You only think that because it’s all they teach
Let’s go back to when you were the refugees
And my grandmother’s tribe was nice enough to take you in
Your payment: ******
Dear white boys in my class
It has been engraved in your mind
That since all the books in school look like you they must be right
Must be holy
Must be the standard
Well dear white boys in my class
You say you’re the standard
Yet my scores matter more on standardized tests
Dear white boys in my class
It must **** to have the one thing you’re “good” at to be taken by the black kids
***** to have all you ever worked for dragged away
I would know
It’s my life
First line in my autobiography is
“I worked hard to show I could do it, but forced to write another name on it”
Dear white boys in my class
Why do you assume that the only way to end your problem is to **** us?
Dear white boys in my class
My name is not Keisha
My name is not Jaden
My name is Trayvon Martin
My name is Michael Brown
My name is officer I can’t breathe
My name is silence
Dear white boys in my class
On graduation day
When we stand next to each other
I want you feel my presence
I want you to see my glow
See the pride I bare on my face
And stand behind the one you tried, but couldn’t hold back
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 10:25 AM UTC
Dear dear one. That august farewell made me think about you again, between hasty green meadows and wild stubborn red roses.
They cry for your love.
For your touch.
For your grace.
I miss your touch.
I miss your taste.
I miss your smell.
Your smell of old novels.
I could read every chapter of yours. Oh how abundant of your sadness wept. When Jesus carried his noble men in his arms. I would divide waters and bring blood to land if not for our love. your love. my love. Hath i cry !
Stubborn through my veins!
Bring me love!
Bring me an angel without wings!
So that she may not fly away from me.
I read in an old novel of mine. When Christopher cut Jaden's arm for the love of his maiden. i would cut my own for yours.
Ever thine. Ever mine. Ever ours.
Clink to the cup of joy.
Oh blessed daughter of Mary
Bless me with your love.
I smell old novels
But your smell is lovely enough.
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 7:48 AM UTC
White walls.
Plenty of time,
Is what the boy thinks.
He can't swim
But he jumps in the pool
And hopes he doesn't sink.
The pool has white walls.
Blankness is what I see.
Being able to create what I want
I see things that others do not.
At least that is what I think.
To me they are ghost that haunt.
Me
I see myself
Not free
Sometimes
There are things
I cannot see.
White walls in the jail cells
But one wall is pure bars.
I am a caged beast.
Those people there
who call me friend
know me the least.
I say what I mean.
Do what I say.
As soon as I hear the beat.
I live for dreams.
The ones I cannot control.
Which is why I love to fall asleep.
On these walls I see my flaws.
My flaws create my past pain.
Looking at these walls keep me from changing.
200 years ago
I could have had it worse
And would have been slaving.
No I'm not Django
Or even Jamie Foxx.
I am more of a Jaden Smith.
Why?
Because they don't understand my drift.
But I do
That's all that really matters
Understanding self
First
Priority.
I may be jading quickly
Turning into a white wall.
Pale
Blank
Silent
Unless I express myself.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
oh, my brother
when will you learn to walk?
i wish we could have a conversation
i'd ask if you were happy
with the adventures
you have in your head
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC
The pleasure's that i feel they say you never say never is real eletric eels in the water we should probably not go deep,I like to stare at you and look at you while you sleep,I could write a poem for you leave it for you in you're room,Under the moon romance
By jaden christopor syre smith
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
She is my smoke,
My lovely elusive clouds.
She smells like hemp and woman.
Her fingers swirl, her hair curls like tendrils of smoke.
I am too mesmerized by her beauty to be terrified of
how temporary she is;
How soon she'll disappear, leaving me grasping for something that was hardly ever there in the first place.
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 1:20 AM UTC
Your emerald eyes
a window to your beautiful soul
your sensitivity to mankind
zero tolerance for the unkind
Writing about you
is harder than any poem I have ever written
you are
the purest soul
You amaze me
every single moment
your commitment
to your dreams
I am blessed
to be in your presence
even more blessed
to be your mommy,
I love you
... unconditionally
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 2:57 PM UTC