Poems from Annie Richards
You come home from school
Looking all cool
And go “whoa
Whattya know?”
There’s a basket floating in your pool.
You catch it in a net and...
Now as I say goodbye, I beg you, don’t live in the dark.
Look up to the blue sky, not at the ground. Listen to the sweet song of the lark....
My name is Bruised. I am forgotten. No one dares to touch me. I am a shadow on the wall beside you, no one ever sees me. I cry alone at...
A sea of people I find out there, too many hidden hurts.
A heart is not a wooden box, to store up memories.
It is a place where hope...
When I look into these eyes, I see things no one else can. I know things no one else does. When I read her writings, I hear her crying out...