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Sydney Ann Mar 2015
All we want is to be free,
you lacked our opportunities.
You sat down with a goal in mind,
and others thought you’d crossed the line.
You fought silently until the end,
in such a sad and lifeless land.
You were a hero, plain to see,
in our hearts lives your bravery.
  Mar 2015 Sydney Ann
Born
Sometimes I write words that I think are perfect and mighty

but when I read your words ,they ******* me ,they make me feel like a nonsense trying to make sense

They make me Wonder, why should i call  me a poet
With words that don't rhyme  
or flow

But again I believe that this words are perfect and mighty
they gave me hope
I found peace whenever I wrote them
I floated like a feather and forgot my permanent scars
with these words am a Knight and a hero
what are you with your words
  Mar 2015 Sydney Ann
Shiennina Marae
How will you watch the love of your life love someone else?

Don't.
Sydney Ann Mar 2015
"I don't know if I can trust you"
I don't think you really care
Can't believe the things you said to me
Didn't think fate would dare
Laugh like it's a joke to me                          
Smile and ask *what's wrong
                              
Just like all the others                                              
Ask me why I sing this song                                        
I don't care about you                                              
I wish that I could die                                            
I'll leave a thousand times                    
Before I let you see me **cry
An original work.
  Mar 2015 Sydney Ann
Poetic Artiste
I could heal you;
The toxin that rages inside could be no more,
If you would only give me the tools.

I could find your broken pieces.
I could break down your walls.
I could show the beauty again that once was.

I could be your escape.
I could be the one to give you sunshine after the rain.

I could be your antidote.
I could cancel out their poisons.
I could do the opposite of those by whom you've once been broken.

I could teach you how to trust.
I could teach you how to love.
I could teach you how to once again be you.
I could be your antidote if you would allow me to.
Sydney Ann Mar 2015
I am tangled
so please don't pick and pull

My tangles are nets
to hold me up
webs to conceal my heart

and if exposed or cut loose
my plummet will be long
all will be silent but for your remorse
Sydney Ann Mar 2015
he never lets
anyone in

and probably
never will

he keeps it locked
away inside

so good at secrets
no one is even suspicious
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