Author Sibyl Sinclair 💙📚

@sibylsinclair.bsky.social

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Writer. High fantasy fanatic. Advocate for mental health awareness and open talk. Work in progress. 📚🐉

The black outline of a jar sits over a white background with a yellow and orange border. On the lid of the jar is the poem’s title, “Oddities.” Across the body of the jar is the poem itself, in dark amber text. It reads: What makes something an oddity? How do we define going against the norm When the norm is nothing but an average Of the oddness among us all? If human beings are all unique, Then why must we compartmentalize, Sorting us into boxes for Clarity or ease of judgment? Instead, allow us all to be odd, Each in our own way. Embrace that oddness and understand That we are richer for it. The poem is signed at the bottom of the jar by its author, Sibyl Sinclair.
A poem in white text is typed over an image of a night sky over trees. The title of the poem is “Nocturnal.” The poem reads: Why do the best ideas Always come at night, In those final moments Before sleep takes me? Inspiration must be A nocturnal creature, Creeping in the dark, Resting its head upon my tired mind. The poem is signed in the lower right corner by its author, Sibyl Sinclair.
A beige and brown map background features a poem titled “Maps.” It reads: Writing is a series of maps. Maps of a world that live in my head. Maps of a plot that twists and twirls in the ether. Maps of characters who grow inside of me. Everything is charted out. Everything is a winding path. Without maps, we are lost, For without a map, how do we know Where we are going and where we have been? The poem is signed with the author’s name, Sibyl Sinclair.
A greyscale background shows what appears to be the shadow of a window. In the upper left corner is the title: Sorting. The poem reads: Sorting out my thoughts Into lights and darks. I will wash the darks today And hope they come out clean. I cannot wear them As they are. The poem is signed Sibyl Sinclair.
A background of fire highlights white text featuring a poem: Year of the Fire Horse I have shed my skin, And now I run forth, born anew. On my body, I will feed The bold, new flames I grew. This is a year for taking charge, For claiming what is mine, For treading deep into the depths And knowing I’ll be fine. The poem is signed “Sibyl Sinclair.”
Poem over abstract grayscale image reads: The pen is mightier than the sword Because The heart is stronger than the hand. Yet, the strongest muscle In the human anatomy Is in the mouth. This is a lesson To speak your truth, For the voice is mightier Than all else. Poem signed by Sibyl Sinclair
A Celtic Cross tarot spread. Too detailed to break down in descriptive alt text, but I would be happy to discuss.
“Thanksgiving” poem by Sibyl Sinclair Text reads: I am grateful For this chance To keep on living. The support I have been given Helps me through. I have never Been a stranger To giving. I’ll pour my Empty cup Right into you.
A younger version of me with long hair and a more youthful face, almost pouting. A Deathnote wall scroll hangs in the background, as well as some sketches of more anime characters.
Poem: Denied Why is it so difficult To write the thing I need to say When all else comes so easily, As if my muse says, “not today!” For months and months, this page sat blank, Awaiting just one simple song, A poem that has held me back For much too long, for much too long. Will it be the day, today? Will I write it finally? Or will the muses leave me dry, Again deny those thoughts to me?