she
Eats mine emotions
And mars my veriest heed
Her arms is a fortress,a congenial devotion
The cannibal of whom I find peace
But certainly,the no creed
I inhere to●
■
Her
Breath speaks severity
But of fortune prudence and quietude
She sinks me the depths of her whims
Yet,ludicrously of null whips
■
Her
Eyes eclipse blunt my sights
And rancour the rhymes of my visions
But then,she is the fair breed of gleams
A pleasant hue of sparkles I beseige
■
Her
Tender tongue carriers coals
Of undying vengeance
Of which every touch trembles
Yet even as so
It feels finer than rosy Arabian night breezes
■
But
Her crest which be the counsel
Of which the wildest devilry passions is seeked
Chides and macerate my mastered pettings
■
Yet
She sets tables in her thighs
And serve the most but motley affections
■
She is despotic but decent

SADIST
©Historian E.Lexano
®Recalcitration With Excellent

Nothing haunts us
    like the things
         we don't
               say.

Some people
make
your laugh
a little louder.
Your smile
a little brighter.
And your life
a little better.

Sometimes
I sing.
Sometimes
I think.
Sometimes
I feel *****.
Sometimes
I feel flirty.
In the shower
I feel the
power.
I can do
anything.

Emotions over come ever moment
Twisting the foundation of reality
Do I take the role of pursuant
Or become another casualty

Slow down and breathe
The pace is too quick
Can't take another moment to think
It's all happening so quick

Regret for those rushed moments
Forever Lost in the past
I am no longer fluent
For the moments end to fast

Slow down and breathe
For rushed moments lead to loss

What were your eyes seeing?
Or were they just glassy lenses with no soul behind?

What words were your lips conjuring?
Or were they chapped and dry?

What judgements and praises was your mind forming?
Or did your pulsing brain dance without a tune?

Speak to me...
I love you....
I remember you...
I love you...

No more sparkle
in her eyes.
No more smiling
on her face.
No more heartbeat you
can trace.
No more pain
you feel.
It has left your
body so real.
I can't believe your
officially gone.
My memories of you
still holding strong.

I am the queen of what ifs
Sitting on a throne of could've beens

My fears are my loyal subjects
Escorting my dreams to the gallows

My ambitions are now prisoners
To my court of procrastination

I, the queen
Reign over all of this regret

o palmyra
lonely sentinel
to know you
was to love you
your silken threads
were spiced with gold
we trade today in
hate twice sold
faith in the
Almighty's trust
and now you are but
dust to dust