Poems from jmaddox1122

Indigo Child
Many versions have been told Of her treacherous tale But it always ends with a horrific death And one ear shattering wail. Careful not to...
There's something lurking in our schools, That's far scarier than ghosts or gouls. It's sitting there stalking you, Waiting for the teacher...
There once were two children who roamed the land They were very bossy because they thought they were grand. One was selfrighteous and the...
Back when I was a ballerina I turned and twirled With leotards and pink tutus. I sautéed. I plied. I turned and went the wrong way on stage...
Here lies John Poor old John Lost a leg, lost an eye He was almost grateful just to die

Pages