Do you hear it?
See it?
Taste and touch,
What is so painfully clear.
Are you insane?
Maybe I should pick at your brain...
Open you up,
And find out what makes you tick,
You claim to be so smart,
But really you're thick,
Nothing more than an ameba,
A smear of dirt upon society,
The worst thing of all,
Is that there's no variety,
There are a million of you,
A dime a dozen,
I mean just look at the government,
***** and rotten,
Choking on the *****,
That is their own corruption,
I'm tired of you,
Run along and continue to do what you do,
When I'm feeling up to it,
I might try and change you,
Seperate you from your body parts,
Try and rearrange you,
Funny enough the only part missing...
Is your heart...
Strangely enough,
I thought you were never supposed to be apart.

If your heart has empty places
And no music not even one song
It makes you feel that you are sad
And must’ve done someone wrong.

But having empty places
Means there’s room there for love to grow
And the ones that once abode there
Were meant to come and go.

And all your empty places
Means your life need not be dull
You are free to meet the people
That one day will make it full.

So if you heart has empty places
Just fill it with a song
Perhaps they are only empty waiting
For the right one to come along.

He's left me crawling on the ground
He's betrayed me now
Left me ****
Standing with my emotions bare
Mascara running down my eyes
How beautiful are these cries
Gasping
Pleading
Begging
For the boy to come back
For the innocent boy
I met
On that rainy day.

For the words you utter
I pry fervently
If is mould of dust;just like me

I just don't get it
And finds it hard if I do
How can mere words be so hominid
Soft and ****

I just don't get it
The very sight
****** and cloack me with lewd
And make my entire body sweet
Like am dip in a jacuzzi
Full of chocolate and sugar
And lays my head on pluffy pillows
As it swift to the lanes of my mind
And twine my hair so brilliantly

I just don't get it
Who taught it my weakspots and hormones?
Who taught it all those gentle touches;
And ***** talks?
It whispers into my ears
Nuzzling my lobes and rings

I just don't get it
It defiles me completely
When it massages the pits
Of my elbow and knees
As my pupil dilates and mutters"I want you"so gently

I just don't get it
It makes my ******* get hard,and lurch
And bust my blouse
I gasp for fresh air
When it kisses all over me,and ends in the middle of my tighs
As I drip the tears of pleasure,and moans helplessly

I just don't get it
It follows me everywhere
Even in my bathroom
When it grips my moldy towels,and gets deep within me
And makes my heart beat faster than the athletes

I just don't get it
Not even in my sleep will it let me by
When it watches over me,and get into my dreams
And brews creams in my pants

I just don't get it,
Your words,your words
Your words is a man

Your words
©Historian E.Lexano

Different books,
Different chapters,
Different protagonists,

Same world,
Same cast,
Same rival;

Can you turn the odds?
Would that rival be friendly,
Or would it be brutal?

Make up your mind, quick;
It's cunning,
It's deceiving,

It's time.

He grabbed her hand
     Covered her eyes
      Snatched her from gravity
      Flew her to the highest point in the skies
      Held her body tight

" O p e n  y o u r  e y e s "

She did and what she saw was terrifying
      The world beneath her feet

He said
    *Don't be scared
        I've got you
             And I'm  n e v e r  letting you go

He tells me my
Body is warm,
He wraps his arms around my waist,
Kisses my neck,
Cups my *******.

But I am cold.
I know
My presence seems inviting,
My presence seems warm,
But the stars of my soul have grown dim
And the galaxies in my mind no longer shine with wonder.

Light your fire inside of me
And maybe I'll burn
Long enough to feel the heat.