Biography of Sydney Points
I'm a eighth grade girl who loves the way poems flow off the page. Just by reading a poem in a different tone of voice you can change the whole meaning and i love it. I am 14 years old and i want to share my passion with the world. Leave comments plz. And share my poems with everyone you know.: D
Sydney Points's Works:
working on one now
Sydney Points Poems
Kindness runs in her veins, even if she doesn't show it all the time Always there for her friends whether they deserve it or not Reliable in tough situations and is always ready to lend a hand Live to play ice hockey and will always be the best player in the world to me
Trust And Happiness
You never know who to trust until it comes down to life or death. Shall you forgive the one you're about to kill or turn your back on your best friend to save her own life. You may live long, but you may always know you killed the only person who loved you like family. As the sun sets and the dust settles on the body.
We walk among each other. Pain full in our hearts. If you were to strip us of our pain we would no longer be able to walk this world as one. There would be nothing left.
Love may never last. It leaves you crying alone at night, full of pain. Never being able to carry on, but you can. I promise the pain goes away, But not with out a price. You lose your trust in people. People look at you and see who you want them too see, not who you are.
Pain And Spirits
The world is a realm of shadows. You never know what's creeping at its edges. Until that's all you see. With the light gone from the world as you heave your last dying breath. You watch as if you are being reborn into a place were you have lived through the worst and brought back into the light. Till the sun sets on your time will you lay gasping for breath with a hole in your chest. For he has ripped out your heart,
A person who expect a miracle will sit there and watch it float by as carelessly as a cloud A person who dose wonderful things for others will find that many miracles will happen to them in many ways.
Why do people become shy? Are they afraid or do they just want to be alone? Their voice shall not carry up into the sky, yet their silence speaks a thousand words. You shall be free to speak to thee.
Pain And Spirits
The world is a realm of shadows. You never know what's creeping at its edges. Until that's all you see. With the light gone from the world as you heave your last dying breath. You watch as if you are being reborn into a place were you have lived through the worst and brought back into the light. Till the sun sets on your time will you lay gasping f