Poems from madisongarey7
I sift through stones in a wooden box alongside
my sister. It’s sticky August, vacation.
The “Indian Store” smells like incense and...
Why do we scar kids by putting them in boxes
at such young ages?
That’s the smart class, that’s the dumb class,
everyone knows who’s in...
I went out in search of an adventure.
I travelled far and wide, alone,
when I finally found what I’d been looking for.
I came across a...
I write because
I am human.
I am the quiet one.
I cannot get the words out when I speak.
But when I sit down and place the pen on paper,...