Sydney Ann: Favorites

Apr 2015 Sydney Ann

Ishshita Chanda

With my headphones on,
Tears are rolling down by my cheeks
as it made me remember of
" you and me baba"

Today again we ended up fighting,
it was supposed to be our day,
but I forgot promises are meant to be broken
And everytime you prove it right,

The world says there is no relationship beyond
  "Ma and child"
But I wanted the world to be wrong,
because I always loved you more than ma,

Everytime I needed you,
You were never there,
but I understand your work,

As days passed,
you were going far from me,
I made myself believe the vague things,
Everyday I woke up to spent a day with you
but passing time made us more separate from each other,

I dreamt of becoming like you,
I saw me in you,
but I was wrong ,
because I always wanted family
not the comfort you were giving us
but you never understoood,
because you never had the time to talk with me baba,

I wanted to show the world
the relationship of
    "Father and child"
by changing the god given lineage of the world,
but  I was wrong,
for being such an foolish,
   "And you couldnt be my dad"

Meaning
Baba - dad , ma- mom

Apr 2015 Sydney Ann

cloud suicide.

Apr 2015 Sydney Ann

NV

cloud suicide.

i'm telling you.
the clouds were meant for the ground.
but they hung themselves.

Mar 2015 Sydney Ann

why a poet?

Mar 2015 Sydney Ann

Joel M Frye

why a poet?

why a poet?
because a poet
hears the words
which sing the
purest harmonies
because a poet
paints their portraits
in pastels
of phrases
because a poet
dances their agonies
into leaps of faith
and pirouettes
of passion
because a poet
sees
the beauty
in the commonplace
and captures
the moment
in a snapshot
of ink and white
because a bloodless world
cuts itself
a thousand times

and the poet bleeds

For my friends here and around the world on World Poetry Day.

Mar 2015 Sydney Ann

It's No Fall Out Boy Title, But It'll Do

Mar 2015 Sydney Ann

mrs kite

It's No Fall Out Boy Title, But It'll Do

This is to the camera, that sees me as nothing but
Delicate bones and pearly whites
My essence captured through awkward captions and
My worth measured by likes and heart bytes
A photograph carefully composed
Of a girl with her true thoughts [boxed up tight]

This is to the boys who see me as nothing but
Geometric shapes
Circles and curves and parabolas
**** and *** and legs and waist
And an irrelevant concave where my brain should be
My “radical ideas” make me a butterface

This is to the academy, that sees me as nothing but
3.97 and a good SAT score
A scholar of great potential
That will donate millions or more
As an honored alumni
Of the greatest institution in the world

This is to society, that sees me as nothing but
A golden gal who always colored inside the lines
Mrs. Goody-Two-Shoes, no fire in my soles

“She’s never insubordinate, ‘cause she’s never been inclined”
Determined but docile
Go ahead and assume I’m not the rebellious kind

This is to myself, because I see that
My mind is a kaleidoscope of technicolor dreams
Ideas colliding like specks in sunbeams
And I’ll call myself a feminist or riot grrl if I **** well please
You are not my dictator or an office label machine
It’s 2015; I’ll be whatever the hell I want to be.