Poems from Annie Richards
The darkest room.The dearest soul.Finds comfort in its blackest holdThe world turned hard.The broken heart.Finds refuge in the silent...
loving you is like burning myfinger on the ice makerthe very machine that burnt meproduces the ice needed to numb the painI fell in love...
Silence in the classroombells ring in my earsPatience, to the bathroomI cry ‘til I disappearwhy why, why me.why’s my name Bullseyedo I look...
Let us pretend for a moment that what Hitler did to the Jews was right.That the mass genocide of almost an entire race in less than 10...
armsinside mine.encircling me.holding me.protecting me, No,roasting marshmallows under the fireAgain, againthey burn, they breakthey...