Poems from sydnirambo

We are the victims, and mind control is everything Our visions must take us beyond who we are to who we must be, But of course they’re...
Not many people know I have a stepfather…   Her soul is married to anger Their fingers intertwine like dreadlocks As they drift away into...
My private thoughts are my worst enemy Things that shouldn’t roam my mind, do. Eventually it becomes too much So I open my mouth And when I...
I thought you were the victim Crying behind the hands that shielded your eyes Wondering exactly why I gave into your lies Trust Something...
I’m in love, And it may sound funny because I’m only sixteen, And according to anyone over the age of 30 Our kind doesn’t know what love is...