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  Jan 2018 Lexi
escape
When you told me you loved me
I believed every word said
Love struck on hope
Dreaming of the best

I thought you'd stand by me
I thought that you cared
I thought we'd kiss passionately
I had no reason to be scared

Then I saw you with her
Looking deep into her eyes
Telling her your feelings
Telling her your lies

I suppose I was naive
15 and insecure
You never even gave
My feelings a second thought

It's just like they say
In time you'll find the one
I used to think that was you
But for now, I'm done
  Jan 2018 Lexi
victoria
We dream dark,
we dream deep,
we dream awake
whilst you sleep.

Reality is our loneliness
Our fantasy is real,
We'll take whatever we can,
just as long as we don't feel.

We live off adrenaline,
we don't know how to not,
We'll do anything it takes,
to make the emptiness stop.

There are many of us living,
but you'll never know who,
We walk, talk and smile,
just like the rest of you.

But our hearts are on fire,
And we need to feel alive,
we're the Clyde to your Bonnie
or the Bonnie to your Clyde.

We only come out at night,
Just as the darkness falls,
there is no point in fighting,
When the darkness inside us calls.

We will jump when we have to,
The stars are ours to take,
We are the writers and the artists,
We hide before you wake.

You'll find us in the shadows,
Hidden behind our dreams,
Our minds dreaming of far-away lands,
Our hearts ripped at the seams.

We are misfits, we are outlaws,
the ones that you don't trust,
But if you're lucky to be one of us,
Our friendship is a must


We can not be tamed,
And we never fall in love,
Unless we find the one,
And only then
We never give up.
Re posting as my tutor is telling me to read this at an open mic night and I’m terrified ***
  Jan 2018 Lexi
MAG
"and i have never once felt this type of love. the type that lifts you so high above everything; the struggles you're facing, the neglect to yourself, the way you feel about the world and how easily you could slip out unnoticed. but you... you've built me a wonderful whimsical world where i believe that i can be just as happy as the next person, like on my lowest days i think of daisy's and not death and on my highest i can think of you so much that you are there and not just a strong aroma that i smell at the slight thought of you. you encapsulated me and brought me to a new place of a higher being and yet you haven't quite seen what i know... you are what keeps my head above water when i so desperately want to drown, you anchor me in place where i once couldn't imagine staying still, and you make my mind roam so free like a herd of wild horses running from the awful storm to the place they feel safe and that is me beside you. When i'm in your arms i know no harm can come to me, i am an untouchable object to pain and i am no friend of death, and when we part ways like Moses did the red sea a single tear will slip because once again i tip starting to slowly find my way to the waters edge where i'm surely not in my own head... i'm lost and you know just where to find me and you make it in just a nick of time before the damage is done and you bring the sun with you to dry up the puddles that have escaped my eyes, you bring the happiness i've longed for after the mere hours of being apart and yes you might call this being to dependent... but when you've been alone for so long you latch on to the one who makes you feel like you've never felt before and you hold on to that. because that's an undeniable love that i never want to fade like my washed out blue jeans, i want it to grow like the wildflowers you can find on any local road and i want it to stay like the pain did for so long, so replace the pain and come cuddle up... show me the love that makes my heart run amuck and sing in the breeze i would've once complained of being stuck..." ~m.a.g
i write a lot but i guess it’s just passion pouring out. it’s hard to stop when i start
  Jan 2018 Lexi
Suzanne S
It is the midnight
of another year
That stole so much
from so many
And tore like rabid dogs
At our skin
And will leave us bleeding
On the asphalt
As the earth completes its race
Around the sun,
But this year I learned
What it means to be a fighter
Sweat dribbling in my eyes
Muscles screaming from the effort
Even when I have fallen to my knees
I am still here
I am a fighter because of this year
A warrior
And as the sun rises on the first dawn
Of the new year
I will raise my fists and widen my stance
I am ready.
  Jan 2018 Lexi
K
2017 was an alcohol,
that cuts through your throat,
alone or with friends.
But you still drink it, anyway.

2017 was writing my first poem
published for the world
when I thought I’ll stay silent,
words were there. Still.

2017 was the first tattoo
on my body. I loved my skin enough
that I inked & hurt it.
The irony.

2017 was ocean, sandy toes,
and tan lines.
It was the strong waves
and also the calm.

2017 was loving everyone
I love, unconditionally.
Even if I was hurt.
Even without replies.

2017 was going to the gym,
with the mindset of vanity.
Of looking good,
but not feeling good.

2017 was body image issues,
from skinny to thicc thighs,
starvation and stress eat.
It was never contentment.

2017 was cutting my hair short
when I wanted it to be long.
And I regretted it
right after.

2017 was everything except self love.
It was pain, hatred, pride & anxiety
waking me up in the middle of the night
and keeps me up all night.

I wanted to write something
without biterness & hate
but I’m sorry it turned out like this.
2017 was being sorry most of the time.

Sorry for being this way,
and being alive but ungrateful.
Sorry for sticking to my last hope,
that’s all I’ve got.
and I’m sorry, but I’m still fighting.
Lexi Jan 2018
We should be together, we shouldn't be acting like this. I blame it on the New Year's Eve kiss.
We were supposed to hang out today, but you went away when I mentioned the New Year's Eve kiss.
We are not dating, this I know, but we aren't just friends either, don't you know? Your making a huge huff about this its just a New Year's Eve kiss.
You're at your house and I'm at mine trying to keep myself from crying. I want this New Year's Eve kiss.
Drinking alone is often better then not. But tonight it is not better.
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