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Madison Sanborn May 2014
Some people are afraid of death
Some people say death is scary
But in the trees death is beautiful
Colorful leaves signaling the end of the warm summer
But then the air turns cold
Wisps of frozen air blow through the leaves
Knocking them to the ground
Making you realize the harsh reality of death
That when something dies it is gone
A memory of what it once was hangs in the empty limbs of the trees
Like a memory
Slipping from your fingertips
But it still lingers in your mind
Madison Sanborn May 2014
If you met
My best friend
You'd ask
How someone like me
Gained the honor
Of calling her
My "bestie"
You'd wonder why
She didn't pick someone better
And if you asked her,
She'd say
My best friend is perfect.
That's what confuses me about her
Of all the people in the world
She chose me to keep close to her
But I guess
That's what best friends are for
Madison Sanborn May 2014
If I told you I was a storyteller,
Would you ask me to tell you a story?
If I told you I was a poet,
Would you ask me to write you a poem?
For your lost love?
For your lost heart?
For your lost soul?
If i told you who i was,
Would you ask me to prove it?
Or would you believe me?
Would you?

Well,

Would you?
-Madi.S
Madison Sanborn May 2014
Little snowflake
On my palm
You look so sad
What is wrong?
You're starting to melt
Into my hand
Your unique shapes and patterns
Are turning into a mess
-Madi.S
Madison Sanborn May 2014
She sat alone
At lunch everyday
No one ever noticed
The tears on her face

She was lost
She hoped someday
Someone would find her
And pull her back into reality

Out of her world of darkness
And despair
Out of the swirling sadness
Called her life

She could find no refuge
In books or toys
She didn't play sports
Or join clubs

She stayed home alone everyday
Doing homework
And sitting by herself

Until one day
She went up to the attic
And in the corner
Found a flute

Silver and shining,
She picked it up
Its weight heavy
In her frail arms

She lifted it to her lips
And started to play
The sounds drowned out
The sorrows
Of the week behind her

This instrument,
Silver and shining
Might just be her refuge
But not by choice
So perhaps,
Her savior
-Madi.S
Madison Sanborn May 2014
You lay here
Forgotten by the world,
Waiting,
for someone to stumble upon you

You lay here
Watching the hours tick by
Waiting,
For someone to notice you

You lay here
a forgotten flame
Waiting,
To set fire to your surroundings

You lay here
Just a corpse in the ground
Waiting,
for nothing
-Madi.S
Madison Sanborn May 2014
i open my eyes
to a beautiful sight
the trees have golden branches
and there is no night

the streets are paved with gold
and everyones glad
theres no crime, no disrespect
no one is ever sad

i ask a man to my left
“what is this place?”
he simply answers
“it’s farther than outer space”

So I walk around and take in the sights
Then I walk in a doorway
It looks so nice
A little house
just like mine

then the memories flood back into my mind
here on the floor
is where i laid
after all those pills
i just had to take

now the gold streets don’t seem so happy
and the man is looking in my window now
probably wondering why I did what I did
and that into this beautiful place, I shouldn’t be allowed
So I lay down on the spot on the floor
And wish that someone would take me away
I don’t deserve to be here anymore
-Madi.S
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