#poetry by lex

[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.

[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.

[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

[lexreadsdiversely]

"Books you can read in one sitting" *300 page book*

blease sir, I can't read like that!

[lexlaine]

Fall

There is witchery in the leaves

And augury in the mud.

There is ritual in the rain

And hedon in the blood.

[poetry-by-lex]

in the early hours of the morning

it hits me

that this here

me waking up,

existing and breathing,

is in fact very much 

real.

[invidentius]

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒

BOLD what applies to your muse ITALICIZE if there's potential / it's dependent on external factors CROSS OUT if there's NO potential under any circumstances

Repost, don't reblog.

holding hands | buying flowers | cooking | cuddles | writing a poem / song | holding door open | tying shoe laces | sharing a milkshake with two straws | offering their jacket when it's cold | kissing in the rain | publicly confessing love | long walks at the beach | doing the titanic pose on a boat | taking cute pictures in a photobooth | sharing a taxi / uber | kissing the back of their hand | slow dancing | getting tickets of their favourite artist / sports team / other | introducing them to their parents | lighting candles | flower petals on bed | love letters | star gazing | brushing / doing their hair | picnics | teaching them to play an instrument / a sport while gently guiding their hands | compliments | late night drives | taking selfies together | drawing them | self - made gifts | massages | proposing with a family heirloom ring | lending them their favourite book to read | paying for dinner / coffee | mixtapes / playlists | surprise birthday parties | feeding them | handing them keys to their apartment mansion | making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over | sharing a blanket | couple costumes | tucking a hair strand behind their ear | running after them at the airport / keeping them from leaving | moving cities to be together | blowing a kiss | breakfast in bed | defending them in a fight (verbally / physically) | joint bubble baths | dropping the l - bomb ("i love you") | dedicating a song at the karaoke bar to them | wearing their clothes | yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie | grant them the last bite from a meal

tagged by stolen from: @heroing tagging: @doyouhatetheglasses / @tireironmybeloved, @saintfromkrypton, @cagedpotential (lana), @pu1itzer, @oftomorrow, @clawsextended, @crimsenza (felix), and anyone else that wants to steal it

[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

[lexmiren]

While the train was passing.

[doodlboy]

🎧

Ok so I have 2- dkdjdks

From my main playlist ⤴️

vs.

Om!mc El playlist I've been listening 2 all the time rn⤵️

[lexreadsdiversely]

Niche poetry meme cuz I'm having a hard night. If you're a poetry fan and haven't read anything by Yrsa Daley-Ward yet, this is your sign to do so.

[lexlaine]

How many souls?

When the day marks time's embrace,

In shallow graves the needles grace

The lonesome raven, hollow tomb;

They'll gaze an empty, gaping womb.

In dreams they'll take your body too

And waking blame it all on you;

Stitched and slipped the silent green,

Of grass astride a far ravine.

They make mistakes of each, with fetes

And call us sapphic reprobates;

Limbic rot infectious spread

The multitudes of pious dread.

Hear us, real!

Our dolor cries of wounds unhealed,

To beg and plead our valid, steal!

Begets a quiet, sweet anneal.

Burst it open, rip apart

Eject it from your foolish heart.

Leave it still, abandoned hope

Ascend the verdant purple slope.

“I am real!” The fervent plea

As hands descend to claim the knee.

But bending not upon the ground,

we rise and rise and shout the sound:

When the night marks time to end

How many souls are we to spend?

We’re more than flesh or fleeting pain,

But stardust bound to none in vein.

Their words, and swarms, and hate disperse

As we rise above their ancient verse.

Hearts to palm, aside we stand

Clasp each other, hand in hand.

No longer caged by bone and skin

So eyes can gape, behold: our sin.

[poetry-by-lex]

the exact moment in time

is not defined.

i don't remember when i signed

the contract

i just wanted to be something more

abstract.

a mold in your hands

no energy to react.

i watch the scale fluctuate

remind myself that this 

makes up everything i hate

starving

will never be enough to hold your place

dying is the short end of fate

i close my eyes and sigh

this is the place i will forever

reside.

[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..

[kriskrakel]

photos on instagram of an old best friend. i’m happy for you. your joy is my joy. i wish i was there in that photograph with you. i hope our lives intertwine again. i hope there’s a year where we’re side by side. but for now, know i’m cheering from miles away. know that my front door is open if you want to stop by

[just-otter-thoughts]

And that's when you made it all clear, I knew it ended here I saw you shake in fear And you were getting near

You looked so clean, You didn't make a scene I saw you withering, You're laughing at my screen

You're trying not to scream You're trying not to cream I'm putting you to sleep I'm putting it in deep

And your voice calls for me And I say you're my king

And you were withering And you were withering And you were withering And you were withering And you were withering And you were withering And you were withering And you were withering And you were withering And you were