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
A Food Fight Served Messy!
Wack! Something wet is on my back I peel it off realizing it is a pickle
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
The Girl Behind The Mask
I cry in my sleep because I feel so alone having cerebral palsy is my curse I mean I have friends who support me
I am a summer girl flip flops tank tops and short shorts
He was human trying to love a girl who didn't deserve
The American Dream: War
War smells like….. Wet paint on a new car Rotting flesh on mended bones Dripping cold blood
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
Sad But True
Sad but true She hides behind her bed Her throbbing head against the wall
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
My best friend and I chat about what we are going to do this weekend while knowing that we should be studying for the finals the finals the test that set the final grades in all our classes
Ding! Dong! a stranger opens the door with a bowl of candy in his hand smiling while giving us candy
Everything felt good between us but I screwed up with that letter Now you have to part from me what am I going to do now?
Pressure everywhere I can’t hide You don’t care You make me feel like
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
you know how I feel
brushing you hair with my fingertips
Is their another one
who steals you from me
nothing can heal the scar