Biography of Sydne Morris
Hello my name is Sydne though I go by Syd Syd. I have been on this site for many years. It has been years since I have written anything. So far all my work on this site is during my high school years. I have grown as a writer since then so hopefully, later on I can add some more elegant work.
Poetry used to be an amazing outlet for me and I hope to go back to it soon.
Sydne Morris's Works:
I am not writing a book as of right now!
Sydne Morris Poems
Take the flower and put it in your hair show the world your startling beauty the beauty I once loved unfortunaley we were forbidden lovers
A Food Fight Served Messy!
Wack! Something wet is on my back I peel it off realizing it is a pickle
The American Dream: War
War smells like….. Wet paint on a new car Rotting flesh on mended bones Dripping cold blood
If I Were In Charge Of The World
If I Were In Charge of the World If I were in charge of the world I’d cancel Rap, R&B, and hip hop music,
I Have Faced
I have faced humilation walked in crowds people laughing and pointing at me
1am poetic and complicated I wonder when life will turn my way I hear the words of lost people I see the fake smiles on my peers
I never do what you say but in the end the scars are my pay I thought you were my friend
I Come From..........
I come from Punk Rock blasting in my ears it is the music of my soul but the beat of my heart
The halls are crowded with people yelling Teachers falling over their bags fulled with useless infomation you would think that it is better than home but you would rather sit in your domain
'Yes Mom! ' 'No Mom! ' 'ok I'll do that.'
Everything Is Everything
Sitting in my big kitchen Of my big blue house Under my big roof Staring outside my big windows
A Dying Race
My friend Kessa’ and I Always loved writing Poetry was our favorite Everyday on the old yellow school bus
Time you get Your head out of dreamland
Hurting My Mind
You would think we are just friends but your hands keep touching mine when will this confusion stop while we still smile those fake expressions
Sad But True
Sad but true
She hides behind her bed
Her throbbing head against the wall
Thinking about her family
They all died in a fire she started
Uncontrollable tears rolling down this girl’s face
What have I done