My shadow is hardly like me at all
For when I look at it tears don't start to fall
My shadow has never had panic attacks
For it does not know the facts
It's a perfect thing
Unlike me for it is only my
Shadow

some believe in the deity
others in the sanctity of self
I think poetry is a religion
a soul unto itself
not a god
but close
and I seek her his its
calming words
wisdom
to get on my knees
and worship
every night
alone
here
in my sanctuary
like any
true believer

I never could stand cigarettes
That was just the way it went
But now they remind me of your lips and
I think I love their scent

The
Stars are drowsy now
So let me tell you two or perchance
Two and more heroic folklores

Let
Me tell you
How my soul descends
Amidst the Nile river and wend
My way through the vallies
As I scramble in the brambles searching for thorns to write on the wild emotions

Let
Me tell you
How sweet I ******
The blushing rose just for the milky lines and rhymes

Let
Me tell you
How I finds myself submerged in the oceans
And drowning and drowning
In my delusions and affections

Let
Me tell you
How I smile every mile I gets whiles I write
And childishly engraves them in every word I fetch…
To be cont….

©Historian E.Lexano

It's 3am I'm still up.
The moon is out and the stars are shinning.
We just now stopped texting, we have been talking all day.
When you said you needed sleep, I told you I will miss you.
I said good night sleep well.
You called me sweetheart and babe tonight, yes I noticed.
I feel high you made me *** 2 times.
I'm listening to music now and writing to you in the hope I wont miss you so much.
When will we talk again? Hopefully soon.