Poems from hanzzrick
Maybe you don’t like being sad.
When tears
Insist
On being shed
When pain
Blossoms
Into your veins
When darkness
Sates
Your thirst for...
The words came to me again today
rushing like rain down my cheeks
and into my head
leaping from synapses to fingertips
Little ballet...
I am the Christmas aftertaste
solitary, beneath paper and ribbons
praying that someone
someday
will be that person
like they are in the...
Tears flee from my
I gave up forever ago
eyes, and paint the door before me
like bricks.
Red brown red brown red brown
forever.
Except it’...