I'll wear your
    bones like jewelry
in my ears, like
                       precious

trophies, and
like pins in
my hair.

I love you so much that
                   I wish nothing more
than for
                   you to be
with me

always.

THEY make you feel special-
and then leave as if you were nothing more than a bag of trash.
THEY tear you down without even knowing it-
slowly chipping away the pieces most prized to you.
THEY sink you to the bottom-
and only then do they leave so you’re left drowning;
watching them float back up;
wondering how they manage to be completely fine after wrecking your life.
THEY lie and steal-
parts of your heart and carry it with them as trophies of all the people they’ve hurt.
THEY make empty promises-
they seem solid, but in reality are nothing more than hot air.
THEY are the **** of the earth-
and they reel you, offering you the world knowing that’s exactly what they’re going to strip from you...

She wears her scars like trophies  
And tells each story proudly
Whenever someone doubts her strength.

The
Drowsy dews
Engraves your name
Boldly amid the thorns of chilled~roses

■
So
Twerk nobly
And roll the blue pigeons
In me for trophies

■
But then
Let's marry together our lips
But to share,a sweet reverend kiss
And tune these red~roses blanch

■
Feel
The stars move
Roundabout my head
And together let's hold the rainbow
Splendour by sight

■
Toll
My hands
For every tender touch
But then,fathom deeply all the blush in me

■
Wrangle
Vanilla your arms around my neck
And rouse me to fear
But jocund,when I look into your eyes
Yet,impregnate me with your celestial desires

■
Civility!

You
Make me wonder
How you solemn calm my sighs
Of which haste in pants

■
Indeed
You are a sober tigeress
Misspoke of your elegant prowl

■
But now
Turn off the lights
And loft me the ranks
Of melting naked incense
And let's depart with a serene~peace

Beginners

©Historian E.Lexano

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the insides of my cheeks and mouth are filled with claw marks
from where all the thoughts have tried to evacuate
and as the fire alarms ring loudly in my skull,
i keep reminding myself that it's only a drill
and that the flames haven't started burning here, yet


my spine
is lined
with geraniums and hydrangeas,
but the paintings i have created
from their petals
haven't been hung on the motel wall,
and i'm starting to wonder if you really even liked them at all

how many drinks is this, now?
who knows? long ago, i lost count
i was too busy knocking over street signs
and swerving toward your headlights

the dripping
dripping
d
  r
  i
p
p
i
n
  g

of my leaky, old faucet
is soaking my mind

reminding me of the filth on the other side of this wall
of the failures i've accumulated,
and kept as souvenirs,
sitting on my shelf collecting dust
for years and years
my name etched into the base of each trophy
dated to mark the occasion
of everything i've ever ****** up

Everybody gets to be a winner
The greatest lie they ever sold to my generation
No ****
Who likes to lose?
But the biggest lie is that handing trophies out to kids
Makes them entitled
Everyone wants to win, the right way.
Competition is in the soul...
You can't take that from me
Sorry to burst your bubble
but competition is our soul
It's our
inalienable right
Whether we get a trophy to mark our season of playing
Or for our esteem it does not make me who I am.
In fact me and my generation don't compete for ******* pieces of Tin or Plastic
For us it's a different plane
Next time please do not point at a trophy
And sum up my(our) whole existence
You already had your shot.

We believe scars are weaknesses.
They are not, they shouldn’t be.
They should be prizes and trophies
To hang on walls and dust everyday
And when someone comes over you can say,
“Look, I was there. I tried, I fought,
and I survived. I lived.
I am alive.”