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...