Sometimes in my room at night I shake to the sounds of thunder overhead. But if I step into the dim porch light and feel the raindrops and see the sways of leaves shining momentarily and everything illuminates in a silver sheen for nothing more than a second— and I think it’s the most beautiful thing.
The Way Light Moves
Move the way light moves when you look up and it moves between the leaves like sheets of glitter and green. But light never touches everything the way darkness does— somewhere— the balls of your feet— the shadow on the small of your back —light doesn’t touch. Be the one to make the darkness beautiful— touch the places light doesn’t touch— move the way it moves, when you move, ...
Some people are going to treat you like a snow globe and keep you on a shelf and take you down only to shake you up and watch what falls. So break your glass and let yourself pour out and choose not to be so fragile. Tip over the aquarium they keep you in and seep into the ground and grow flowers. Evaporate into the clouds— that high— you’ll see more than a plastic house where the...
One Size Fits Most
We stood shielded by trumpet vines with orange blossoms facing the sunset behind the pine trees of my childhood home— and no scenery could be more romantic. But you pull me in and I pull away and think of him and realize I only know my love by your love. And he knows his lack of love by my love. So I draw on yours for now and he draws on mine and we are a chain of those loved...
Anonymous asked: Like the Sun Likes the Earth- What was your inspiration for this piece?
Anonymous asked: Your beautiful<3
missaanonymous asked: What is your dream?
untimelyparagon-deactivated2013 asked: Just wanted to say, I LOVE your poem 'I will be okay'-its so beautiful and expressive! Thank you for your poetry :) I write some too, could you give me any tips on how to make it relatable to all and personal at the same time? If you get me :)
Like the Sun Loves the Earth
I used to be okay with loving like the moon loves the earth 238,900 miles away around and around. And then I felt the thousands of telescopes on me and I thought I needed to be held all the time, but when I crashed into someone’s arms I’ve always left craters and rubble. I never knew my own size—my own weight. I never knew the impact I left. I was a meteor but I wasn’t beautiful— I...
Anonymous asked: No question, just... Wow, simply splendid. You're really talented and very inspirational, thank you :)
danieltoumine asked: Hi Sydney! I just stumbled onto your writing and wanted to let you know that I really enjoyed it! Keep writing! :) Cheers, Daniel
viola-raffaela asked: Your words are so powerful and true and they kept me sitting here, reading for almost an hour now. I just can't stop ;) Your poems are so simple but beautiful! They prove what words can do. They travel so far and yet they do not lose their beauty in any way. I am a German girl, living in Ireland at the moment, miles away, and your words made me smile- lots of times. Thank you.
When things end sometimes your heart doesn’t know to stop climbing and even when your lips stop kissing it lifts up into your throat, out your mouth and just keeps going—weightless—empty— and you walk around like a battle-beaten soldier with a ghost limb. You forget momentarily and try to use your heart before remembering it’s not there anymore. You feel pain coming from empty space. When...
When I used to cry over you, I’d run my fingers through my hair and catch loose strands— dragging them down to the ends and I’d fling the tangles away. I wonder if my love doesn’t exist anymore or if it’s just fallen off? I think if I say it enough: I I don’t I don’t love I don’t love you. I can fall out of love like the falling strands of my hair—I can stick it all onto you and your...
dancinguntilpigsfly asked: Not really a ask but a tell. After reading your poems about eight months ago you've inspired me to write myself. I had written before but you made me realize I could do it. Thank you. Some day I hope to write as beautiful as you.
Her heart belongs to the order Ephemeroptera from the Greek word ephemeros—meaning—“lasting a day.” She loves like she swallowed the belly of a mayfly whose own mouth has become obsolete— it’s filled with air that’s slowly running out. She has to find love before she drops. Like cherry petals and autumn leaves and other falling things—they are beautiful —but they fall the moment they...
Just wanted to say...
Hey guys, I don’t usually make personal posts (I don’t want to spam you all!), and I don’t wish to advertise the amount of followers I have. Regardless, I’ve been really busy lately with school and haven’t posted as much as I’d like and I ended up not even realizing that I just reached a pretty big landmark in the number of followers I have. So, I’d like to take this time to thank everyone so...
Anonymous asked: Thank you for inspiring me to get back into writing. Some bad things happened this time last year, and I was very upset, depressed, exhausted, and given up on writing; I couldn't be inspired anymore. But, I found your blog, and looked through your archive and how far you've come, and I just wanted to say thank you because you've inspired and motivated m to keep going. I found my...
canjelina-jolie asked: Hello there! Just wanted to tell you that your work is awe inspiring, and I was just wondering how you established yourself and your blog on this site. I've been trying to get my poetry heard on this site with little success.
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Monet almost never used the color black in his paintings “white lead, cadmium yellow, vermilion, madder, cobalt blue, chrome green” But not black. I wonder what I’d do without the color black— I think I’d fear the night less if I knew I was only shadowed in darkest shades of cobalt blue.
toyalima asked: Hey Sydney, I love your poems!! The loveliest part about your poems is that I can relate to all of them; they are like a reflection of myself. :) Sydney, can you give me some advice on how to get followers for my blog? Thanks!!
love-poured-in-like-a-flood asked: Hello sydney, having a good day? Hope so (: I was just wondering... Do you write on a constant basis or do you need to be in the mood for it? (unless you're always inspirated, but I don't think that's possible - prove me wrong haha) ~~ I've read almost entirely your 'writings' page, and I really like your style (especially 'Autumn is a Shooting Star...' - I...
She is stacked high like a Jenga tower— full of holes and hands that take pieces of her past and bring them to the surface. One wrong move and she’ll tumble over. It’s odd because the higher she gets, the more she can feel the wind blow through her.
What is so wrong with the female body that it must be hidden like it does not exist? What is wrong with breasts? What is wrong with seeing breasts? Why is a nude photo disgusting? Why do we hate our bodies? We mark X’s on our flaws, on her flaws, on his flaws. We mark X’s on her perfections when we don’t have those perfections ourselves. Is a body ours? To pirouette with or ink on or...
cumbereverything asked: Not a question, but a statement. I absolutely love reading your poems - the immense beauty in your expression. Thank you!
asemicharmedfall asked: Not a question just a declaration - your words are beautiful. Never stop!
At night, we’re just Cheshire cats; all you can see are the whites of smiles and eyes. We fall in the dark, like stars, we scatter and stumble our way around, searching for others. In the morning we rise up huddled as one— enough of us together to light the world. If some don’t resurface, we find another hand to hold another bulb to link, to fill the vacant space: it’s just...
toxiquerose asked: i'm sure you've already been told a thousand times..but here you go again..your poetry is captivating.. i tried writing some myself but it's not so great as yours:) I look up to you.. just keep inspiring us and thank you <3
officialgayuma asked: Hello. I love you, your poetry, your blog, everything. Thank you for being wonderful. I'm looking forward to reading more of you on my dash. You never failed to make me smile. ♥ I'm a thousand miles away adoring a person like you. xoxo, Filipina. ♥
Born a Star
He said he wanted to be an astronaut I said didn’t you know we were born in the stars and have been falling ever since? You can’t turn around and go the other way unless you remember how to burn. Haven’t you ever felt like you didn’t belong on earth? You’re made of stars. Look, I said and gently blew the embers in his eyes until a flame formed— they are missing points in some...
Anonymous asked: do you have any favorite tumblr writing blogs? like people who post their own poetry, not just people who reblog others? thanks <3
newchapterplease asked: This is really weird.... My name is sydney and I live in PA too! (that's where you live right?) and I seriously love your poetry I wish I could write as well as you do... It's really beautiful!
kelskelskelsea asked: i used to write poetry quite often as a way to get my thoughts out and i haven't in awhile. your poetry is so incredibly inspiring that i think i'm going to start writing again. thank you for being so wonderful. <3
Slip into a Starbucks on every block because I’ve finished my last cup on the walk wondering how many shots of espresso it takes to wake up. 1 iced doppio maybe a quadrupio— (I never know how to order there). I’ve been asleep— I don’t recognize the lines on the backs of my hands. Sometimes when I talk to you I don’t remember how we got so close and when I wrap my hand around the...
k-chance asked: I thought REAL blogging is dead. until I read your posts! Thank you so much for keeping writing alive. Don't stop!
alicedeeee asked: my golly gosh, you are talented <3 i hope you don't mind i reblogged some of your poetry!!!!! X
beforeyoucouldblink asked: Hey, I've been all over your page for the last hour and am truly astonished! You're a great writer, but I really like the links and other poems that you suggest. I really hope you're studying writing in school bc to waste your gift would be a crime.
They'll Tell You
“I think that if I ever have kids, and they are upset, I won’t tell them that people are starving in China or anything like that because it wouldn’t change the fact that they were upset. And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn’t really change the fact that you have what you have.” ― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks Of Being A Wallflower When you’re sad everyone wants...
asociopathicbookworm-deactivate asked: WOW. How did you get that good? Seriously. Your like one of those people I'd point to and say, "I wanna be like her one day." I bet your gonna say its practice....but I'm still asking. ;) <- that was a wink...you can tell that's a wink, right?
katy1by6 asked: "I don’t want to be called anorexic and I don’t want to be called fat I just want a weight that grounds me to the earthso that I can look up and see the stars and I want a weight light enough to be lifted to look down and see my origins." thank you for saying the words that i never knew how to express. i write poetry too, but none as beautiful as yours. i hope i could one day...
I thought with each curl I could twist myself into someone I loved and didn’t struggle living inside of and I’d never break another heart if my blush rested on my cheekbones just right. If my teeth were white enough the smile would be genuinely warm. Being beautiful is like being a firework— shoot up and burst blindingly but you get one good run before fading away and a day later no one...
godsgirl5 asked: Just wanted to say I love the repetition and form in your poetry :) you have a beautiful gift!
loveabelle asked: Hi there. I've read some of your poems and wow, they are so beautiful! Judging by what you have written, you seem like such a deep, thoughtful and intelligent young woman. It's a rare gift. Haha. You should feel very proud of your ability to express your inner thoughts so beautifully. Keep up the good work. x x x x x x x
Carry Me Away
The end of the day and I just want to slip beneath the comforter and let the sea foam rise up under my earlobes; to still taste the salt on my elbow tomorrow afternoon— knees curled up close. Let the water pull in and out slowly, slowly to carry me away— inch by inch. (Anything faster and I might wake up).
imnotyoursdarling asked: Hi! I found you a few seconds ago and I read some of the texts that you write, sicerely I love them all, what an amazing writer you are, you're such an inspiration, I started writting the past few months and what you write it's like the angels thoughts. A big inspirations. Congratulations, Best regards from Mexico :)
Anonymous asked: your post titled wrist watcher is great ... its short but i loved it ... gave me a bit confidence ... i'm trying hard to stop cutting myself ... and that helped a bit :)
Sometimes I feel like I just need to say things: like blue is my favorite color. I prefer cloudy days over sunny days. When I was young I mixed sprinkles with my soda and drank from colored cups like shots but I didn’t even know what shots were— and I’m half-Irish with more freckles on my left shoulder. I’ve always wanted to make homemade rock candy on strings ever since seeing...