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Maddison

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

9 poems·Since October 2012

I sit and write poetry during Spanish class. It's kinda evolved into a way of life. Long live the poets of this generation.

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Judgment

April 11, 2013
In the darkness that finds me I see their eyes. Haunting. Familiar. And mine. They stare from the trash can Blood-shot eyes that peek. I walked this path a million times last year. I thought I'd left them all here. But they follow me home. The faces of my past Ingrained in my skin, Stare back at me from this mirror. Didn’t I hate him for running from me? I see myself sprinting now. Didn’t I laugh at her vain ambitions? I fear mine have become the same. Didn’t I feel like he was to shame? Now in his shoes I know it was me. All that I judged is now part of me. What I didn’t comprehend then, I see now. I walk in the path of the feet of my past I see their eyes when I look in my mirror.
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