Poems from MaddisonDayton
I sit and write poetry during Spanish class.
It's kinda evolved into a way of life.
Long live the poets of this generation.
You will never understand how dark it is at 3:27 amUntil you meet me.It is darker than the circles under my eyesOr my polished purple...
50 stacks of20 ones sits on my back.Holy smokeI can’t breathe.desperate.bleeding.we’re all leaving.Little stones they press downbut I will...
In the darkness that finds me
I see their eyes.
Haunting.
Familiar.
And mine.
They stare from the trash can
Blood-shot eyes that peek.
I...
I sit quietly.
This is my right.
I face opposition.
This is my right.
Throwing bricks
Full of the hate of their fathers.
No one taught them...
Katie doesn't really understand
Little Johny probably never will
Teary eyes that watch the news
Comprehend it all to well
Grandma is crying...