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.
His wrinkled hands shake
as he takes the tray from my hands.
His eyes tell the story,
of a life of suffering
I will never be able to...
I am walking through stone hallways
can anyone hear what my soul is dying to purge?
They are throwing bricks as I pass.
Is it the shoes?...
There
in the light
of the moon and the lamp
is where you
shall stay in my heart forever.
With the shadows falling across your
perfect face...
Jane will tell a lie
and doors
will click shut,
her key will turn,
solitude.
Jane will shed a tear
and silence
will envelope her,
the...