Poems from madi.kieffer36@gmail.com
Do you see it?
The way you made her cry?
I know you didn't mean it,
but to see, you need to try.
Sometimes the biggest things,
in fact, are...
I write this poem
so that I may be verified.
Verified? Verified.
What does it mean to be verified?
Will we, as humans, ever know?
Who are...
Drifting down corridors of darkened dreams,
shadowing the hopes of everything,
sneaking, creeping out from behind,
is the haunter of all...
living. in newyork
where Pieces of the Universe
all cramsquish
Themselves together,
some say
the Noises of
such a City
are overwhelming....
Some people
are like onions.
You never know
if they'll be savory
or just make
you cry.
Sometimes you
get through peeling
an onion - trying...