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The world has played me
dull pleasing as a poet,so my
words alone celebrate my works
The world has played me
dull pleasing as a poet,so my
words alone celebrate my works
through the colors of others
we painted either our gory or glory
and defined the oblivious self


©Historian E.Lexano
â„¢Recalcitration With Excellence
Im tied to the anchor of a dying hope and drowning in a sea of grief that isn't mine and I would drink all the waters of the ocean to make more room for your tears and you never have to know that its me singing to the moon and praying to the falling stars in the sky for you to catch your breath and  find the strength for your heart to laugh and love again
  Feb 2017 Historian E Lexano
Poetic T
The killer is in a hidden room
                               where he rests,
Outside false faces are woven to meet
the needs of normality.
But when he awakens
they descend like petals and they blossom in blood,
will he feed on your nectar
             or will you be the flower that wilts in decay.
  Feb 2017 Historian E Lexano
yuki
there are some days
when the absence of stars
turns the horizon into
a beautiful void

there are some days
when my ears deafen
not from brilliant supernovas
but the beating of my heart.
just a footnote,
i don't want to write about love. don't get me wrong, i love writing about it, i just don't 'want' to, maybe some time to time but  i realized i've been making metaphors, rhymes, and alike for the sake of writing about it. there are other things i'm interested in but i guess i'm just scared for the transition? i don't really know. i try to please my readers, i forget to please myself.
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