#poetry by lex

[poetry-by-lex]

I forget that I am my father's child. And I am capable of violent things too.

[angeliferous]

isn't it odd how life and death have so much in common, yet they're forever at odds for aspects that cannot change for the sake of nature and fate? i think that's the same feeling i get when i see someone who was once far from a stranger.

[lesbian-lamb-talks-trash]

todays outfit makes me feel capable of challenging men to a sword duel for their girl. while reciting poetry. and gloriously winning the heart of the damsel. fight me

[mae-kent]

some blackout poems i made from supergirl (1994) & superman #22. happy mae kent day <3.. i made these ages ago

[lexreadsdiversely]

I appreciate when poets write undeniably horny poems. We lost something when poets started being afraid to be horny.

[l4c3ycigg4rett35]

Am I the host

or the parasite that feeds off your attention

I crave your love and your touch

I crave to be the perfect girl for you

I'll change if I could be the one you smile at in the morning

If I could go back to the ray of sunshine I once was

As moments like this

When I travel into the void called my mind

Leave scars all over

Can you heal them

Can you love me if I'm worthy

If I'm sick will you be there for me

Will somebody be there for me

Anyone?

[poetry-by-lex]

if autumn is my favorite season

i need to know what's the reason.

the beginning of my destruction 

is resurrected from the soil 

the result is the production 

of something catastrophical.

after days of rotting away

i finally manage to crawl

out of my casket, an early grave.

the days continue to pass in a haze

until the light, free breeze of may

finally hits my face.

the roots begin my revival

they grab me by my chest and throw

me on a pedestal

remind me that i have nothing

with no chance of survival

and so i must grow and be delectable.

summer arrives

the sun in my eyes

this is the first time outside

since autumn died.

i realize this is my childhood slowly fading

my skin is wilted and decaying.

i'm getting older day by day

the young pieces of me are rotting away.

and in no time autumn is alive

i slowly crawl into my casket

and watch the flowers die.

[72942]

analysis of the themes in richard cory by sepideh moghaddas jafari & tengku sepora tengku mahadi // smallville 1.8 // robert kennedy: his life by evan thomas // smallville 2.9 // agua viva (the stream of life) by clarice lispector // smallville 4.9 // cartoon by matthew diffee for the new york times // smallville 3.19 // the maid freed from the gallows tree // smallville 3.9

[hypnagogics]

me and pluto contemplating 2025 in confusion wondering how it arrived so damn fast

LITERALLY...FOR REAL...how'd they get this real time actual 4k photo of us...damn...technology. no but fr why did it go by so fast like- last thing i remember was 2019 what is this fantasy ass year...WJAHOHSPJFPJEPJD

[lexlaine]

Fall

There is witchery in the leaves

And augury in the mud.

There is ritual in the rain

And hedon in the blood.

[mae-kent]

i’m having a little bit of fun with the blackout poetry

[lexreadsdiversely]

I want to start posting my poetry again but, like many poets, I'm worried about some asshole snatching them up. But I have to start getting my name out somehow, right? Many poets post their stuff online. Are my poems even good enough that strangers would *want* to steal them? And why did autocorrect try to change steal to steak? The many questions I ask myself daily

[cloudedamethysts]

maybe we were only meant to be two cars, driving past each other on a back road on a desolate night in december.

and maybe after those three seconds spent trapped in each others bright lights, we we would never see each other again

[poetry-by-lex]

october comes with the force

of a thousand contradictions

maybe if i try hard enough

i can find out why i'm like this

the leaves outside rot and die

as the very heart that keeps me alive

is suddenly deprived

of oxygen

[lexmiren]

While the train was passing.

[lex-the-flex]

when jane eyre makes you cry especially having read wordsworth religiously and he made me realize my true love for nature.

and I might get a tattoo because of it..