Sydney Ann

Sydney Ann Dec 2016

Poetry is the
***** napkin we use to
Wipe moods from our hearts

Sydney Ann Dec 2016

You hit a point where you start running
Sprinting as fast as you can
Never looking back
Until you're tired I guess
Until I'm tired and I sit and watch the past
Running over the horizon
Getting closer
I wait in terror
Until soon it is close and I want to go back
Back to the things I used to know
The past gets close enough I can smell its breath
But I cannot quite reach it.

#memories

Sydney Ann Nov 2016

Untitled

I'm a bleeding heart
Because someone sliced me

Sydney Ann Nov 2016

Infinity Ends

Love dies
Because we realize
We had thought it to be infinite
But we appear to near the end

Sydney Ann Nov 2016

Painting Myself Anew

I am the painting, but if he thinks he has all the brushes he is mistaken
I feel him shifting
Paint strokes drifting
little does he know
but I'll never dare tell him I am letting go.
I prepare myself for what drifts on the horizon
The salty wind blowing through blue skies, and
and god,
I feel ourselves sliding so askew
Here I go, painting myself anew.

#love #paint #life #oceans

Nov 2016

Joe Cole

For Those Of My Generation

Where has gone the lands we knew?
Of waving grass and glistening dew
All fallen to the housing plan
Devised by an educated city man
Educated!!!!
Those once green green fields and woodland tracts
Have succumbed to bulldozer blades and felling axe
No more the places where as kids we played
On those beautiful sunlit days
Now landfill sites and city dumps
Cover the places where we once ate a picnic lunch
Gone are the fields and woodland glades
Where we once spent our sun filled days

Sydney Ann Nov 2016

Disgusting Emotion

No human emotion
Can ever be dignified enough
I will always tilt my head
Down in disgust
At my very own own words
Own feelings
And I will be repulsed
Emotions are the tools
Of
Children
I am too old to express feelings
How disgusting