Welcome to the poetry page of Sydney Anderson. Sydney Anderson is in her late twenties and is an architect for a firm. She has won the Scars Publications book contest with “Autumn Reason,” a story written as a collection of letters. Back issues of the literary magazine Children, Churches and Daddies also contain poems by Sydney Anderson.








Editors Choice award recipient











burn through me

now that i’ve seen you
i don’t even care
if you’re with her
because now that i’ve seen you
i know you don’t love her

and i know it for a fact
because you look at me
and burn through me
that way we did at the start

and if after so many years
we still feel that burn
imagine how many years we have
together
to feel alive













chances one: yes, it’s yes

you asked me before
if there are only so many
loves in our lives

if there are only so
many chances
for love

and i said yes

and i know
that you think
it's because of fate
or god
or religion

but i know that
there are only
so many chances
to feel that bond

that there can only be
so many people
who perfectly fit you

who fit like a glove

who want what you want
who feel like you feel
who dream what you dream

you ask me if
there are only so many loves
and the answer is
yes
oh, yes, it’s yes













chances two: here i am

you asked me if you have
only so many loves in your life
and the asnwer is yes

and it not because of fate
or religion, or chance
but the chances are just so thin

that you can find someone
that you can love, revere, respect
someone that always keeps you guessing

and someone that makes you feel alive
just by listening to the things they
say, to the way they think

that only happens so often, you know
so i guess you do only get so many
loves, so if you need me, here i
am













didn’t know what it was

i wanted you tonight
and i wanted to make sure the world knew
that i wanted you
and it was only because
i knew i wanted something
and i didn’t know what it was













i have my dreams

i don’t even care
if you call me anymore
because i have my dreams
and they make me happier
than you













saving yourself

all of that time
when you could have been with me
you were busy
saving yourself with your religion

when weren’t you
really
in actuality
saving yourself from your religion
by saving yourself from me












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