You Were Always Supposed To Be A Warning -- 2 May 2015

You were always supposed to be a warning
A wildfire can never hold the ocean
But you make me want to try

I was told that love can be so destructive
The kind of force that rots and levels cities
Leaving only deteriorated carcasses of what used to be

My mother brought me to several such cities
Places where she thought no hope could dwell
But I never heeded any advice she gave

I felt no dysphoria in these lonely, forgotten places
Any warnings from my mother have faded in my head
I was too busy archiving architecture and dreaming

You were always supposed to be a warning
There can be beauty to be found in the aftermath of chaos
Even if I'm the only one to see it

Lizzy's 10pm Thoughts

So Lizzy, while in bed, just said to me, "Sydnee, when you were in Prague and I was rooming with Carrie. During finals week, I did the milk gallon challenge with some kid. I'm lactose intolerant. I shouldn't even be alive right now. I'm living on borrowed time right now."

My roommate, everyone. 

Expensive Bruise -- 15 April 2015

All my observations may be sarcasm-based
But all you've ever been was an expensive bruise
We both still have so many things to learn
Like how to stop being so miserable all the time
For sharp tongues and biting words do not a relationship make
You know what to say to leave me reeling
And I know how to cut you to the quick
No one ever taught you how to compromise
No one taught me how to please
So we fight with words instead of fists
My pride will be the crime scene
Your mouth will be the smoking gun
The worst part is that I'll kiss away the smoke
And no one has to know what happens behind closed doors

Seven -- 15 April 2015

Your ambition lusts after power and prestige
Leaving you gluttonous for making up rules
Pride for your work knows no bounds
Green the only currency for greedy fingers
Falling so easily to sloth and luxury
Your vengeful wrath rains down on adversaries
I don't envy anyone in your way

An Asshole's Postcard -- 15 April 2015

Dear Julia,
            Roses are red
            Violets are blue
            Sorry to say
            But I'm leaving you
---Charles

Dear Charles,
             Roses are red
             Violets are blue
             You're an asshole
             And I'm leaving you too
---Julia

Astral Projection And Mutual Affection -- 24 March 2015

Constellations dance and decorate your body
From your hands to your face
And everywhere in between
You reflect galaxies in your eyes
Asteroids and comets orbit your path
You are the northern lights and the Milky Way
And the ever expanding universe
If you are all the stars then I am a black hole
Ever collapsing and self destructive
To the point of leaving nothing in my wake
I'll consume everything you are if given the chance
So stay awake, save yourself
We both know this is going to end with you broken and me empty

The Hands That Touched Her -- 23 March 2015

She used to be pretty
All sunshine smiles and cups of warm coffee
She was beautiful
Like a cat stretched out in the sun
Or a fresh snowfall, pure and undisturbed
That girl isn't around anymore
Gummy smiles and a too-big nose
With eyes that crinkle when she laughs
She is still beautiful, but unusually so
Like stinging nettles or a venus fly trap
She's not afraid to bite if you get too close
And if you think for a second
That she is any less beautiful
Marred, scarred and dirty
Now that she's been broken, abused, and left
Then maybe you should look at the hands that wrecked her
For they are the source of the dirt
And his actions shouldn't condemn her