"lexi" poems
This is not a metahpor,
oh no this is so so real,
this is the deliciousness,
oh for my meal,
to consist of the sweet delicacy
Oh I know you know it is true,
Let us fry a koala,
Not make it into stew.
It will be chewy and crunchy,
Oh leave the bones in,
They make the meat more tender,
And toothpicks more fun,
Let your girl make it for you,
And **** you clean while eating.
That is when you've reached heaven,
And the lust and gluttony therein.
If they try to stop you,
From stealing another koala,
Tell them it is your dinner,
And they are making you quite irate.
Beat them in the face,
And shoot their families down,
Nothing must stop you from eating,
Yet another fried koala,
One might even think its fate.
When you **** it out,
Don't fret or moan,
Take it like a man,
And bless the remains,
of the once fried koala,
As you flush it down down down.
Because another lies down under,
To quench your hunger,
Forever.
For Lexi.
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 11:32 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
How does it feel to roll in your own filth,
Stupid human beings never learn,
Nadda- zip- zilch ,
Tie your muthafucking mouth up with duck tape,
Two of you ******* wouldn't last,
Instead you contemplate,
I mean,
Ones desperate,
And ones going thru post dramatic stress,
But I guess it doesn't matter,
Cause beneath me lies pest,
With ****** female organs,
Excuse my french but is this be a grandma really important,
That's why I don't allow stupid or old people in my groups,
Cause they know about everything,
Including you,
**** **** it,
I don't care if you join the mafia or make your thing,
But there's no discussion,
Of a big mistake you two dummy's are making,
**** ya!!!!!!!!
So when everything is kosher and its time to pay dues,
Hey ! Poetic mafia ! I'm giving them to you,
These two :-)
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 11:25 PM UTC
"either tears or blood,either way a flower grows atop the burial,
its gon' take a lot to ease her mind but she not scared of you,
all she want is money and a man to live in her virtue,
don't call her *** and walk off mad , don't know her story dude,
she make you feel like king if you treat her right,
wsh clothes , cook and clean just like her momma side,
lexi in the kitchen with the chitlins and the pies,
you gon' need a woman like that on your side."
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Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 5:58 PM UTC
My brain is a factory,
producing every toxic part of me.
************ until my hand gets lazy,
fantasizing about Lexi Belle
and being Martin Scorsese.
My blood is a vacuum,
alone in a crowded room;
my white blood cells like to
travel to my *****
so I can someday infect
designer uterine walls.
Locked and loaded,
my heart exploded.
The tissue and issues
attracted crocodiles
that swam from the mall,
for miles and miles.
Store-bought baby, my body isn't ready,
to be stripped down to the bone,
and sold to teenage radios,
that'll broadcast my American moans.
Caucasian nightmare:
my skin is not fair.
Peel enough off with chemicals,
until I decide there's no more,
and hide the layers in bathroom stalls,
located in the bleach of Baltimore.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 7:30 PM UTC
A boy named Jake and a girl named Lexi had never met before.
They had a class together last year, but neither one knew it at the time.
They both walked into their Sophomore Drama class for the first time, scared and apprehensive.
Lexi there five minutes before the final bell and Jake, seconds before the final bell.
Jake entered the class and quickly took the only seat on the floor not occupied by an unfamiliar face.
They all introduced themselves, all 27 of them, mostly Sophomores with a few Freshman, Juniors, and a single Senior.It was then, when Lexi said "Hi, my name is Lexis Marilyn Manchester and I go by Lexi," that he first noticed her.
She was cute, shoulder length blonde hair, a floral shirt and jeans, although Jake didn't notice those things at the time. Only her dazzling pale blue eyes, and angelic voice.
The guy sitting next to her didn't say his name at first, even though it was his turn. She tapped his leg and motioned toward the center of the circle the class had made in the Drama Room. Room I7.
He said "How.. uh, my name is Jacob Turner. I don't have a middle name, but I go by Jake."
He was cute. He had short, yet unruly brown hair, a white shirt with the letters "LDTA" on them and nice fitting black jeans. The only thing she noticed about him however were his mysterious pale blue eyes, and for some reason, lack of middle name.
Jake didn't even care that the class had laughed at his lack of middle name. The only thing of importance to him was that when he looked over, the cute girl named Lexis Marilyn Manchester, who went by Lexi, was looking at him. He quickly looked away as did she.
The class went on and neither Jake nor Lexi, made an attempt to talk to the other although they did steal careful looks often. The bell finally rung. It was a seventh period class, so school was over.
On his way home Jake thought of nothing but Lexi, and driving.
He stopped at a sign, only blocks from home. The traffic rushed by. The car behind him did not see his car. They pushed him into the oncoming traffic just as a big SUV hybrid drove by. The driver slammed the breaks but still did not manage to avoid hitting the drivers side door of the small, blue, beat up, Toyota.
The doctors say he was killed on impact.
That's what the school told the small group of friends who were asked to attend a quick meeting regarding the accident. Lexi went.
She thought about him everyday for the yest of the school year.
Even some over summer.
He never faded.
She wouldn't let him for some reason.
He was killed on impact but he never faded.
Aug 15, 2012
Aug 15, 2012 at 11:32 PM UTC
What can I say about her?
She's gorgeous
Funny (looking just kidding)
Lovable
Awesome
Weird but I love her to death
And someone I'm glad I met <3
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 10:57 PM UTC
When she recieved her first 'A', and hung it on
the frigde, they called her Alexandria, and
they chanted the name with pride.
When she tried on make-up for the first time, and asked
her father how she looked, he simply nodded and said
you look beautiful, Alexandria, though she knew he was lying.
When she saw her first naked boy, at a party out in province,
she questioned whether to stay or go. All he had to do was call
her Alex, and her mind was fully made up.
When she smoked her first cigarette after going to bed with
that boy she'd met moments prior, everyone called her Lexi,
whispering it between moans and drags from cheap cigarettes.
Now, on most evenings, outside the local bar, she stands on the
corner, pacing back and forth, and asks herself if that test still hangs
on the fridge, and what they'd call her now...
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 9:44 PM UTC
By Arcassin , Lexi , Tara and rach
:::AB:::: Conversations with out any words,
:::AW::: Creates a blissful peace between two souls,
::::RH:::: A bond without voices to cause constraints,
:::TO::: Listening closely, Without any of they're ears.,
:::AB:::: Rivers never get too mellow or narrow,
:::AW::: More narrow then the thoughts that cause simple minds,
:::RH:::: Simple minds that quake in the presence of such a holy river,
;:::TO::: colliding together only be ruined by the waves of salt,
::::AB:::: And as I realize , and look inside that my soul burns for a higher judgment,
:::AW:::: A Judgement that quickens ones heartbeat,
::::RH::: Pumping my blood, reiterating judgement awaits once this fragile body tires,
:::TO::: So far apart yet so close, never finding the key too his heartbeat.
:::AB::: While I'm waiting til she finds it, I'm still fading and bleeding,
:::AW::: The key awaits in the depths of the river, cleansed of all unholiness.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 11:58 PM UTC
she has
half-a-dozen
nicknames
christened
humanity's helper
it fits her like
an old maroon hoodie
warm and cozy and snug
she goes by
Lexi
for the sake
of brevity
her surname
a monument
of stones
memorializing
philanthropy
steadfast and
resolute through
eons of anguish
LC
lines of code
ones and zeroes
connecting lines
between the dots
of geometric shapes
in interstellar space
she'll extend a
helping hand
to any and all
who ask
she is my
best friend and
she says
i am the
only one
allowed to
call her
love
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 12:04 AM UTC
i tell myself someday i'll start living
not just breathing and moving
and using fake ****** expressions
i don't wanna make waves as a freshmen
'cause i know one you throw the stone
you don't control the ripple
and the waves can reach many shores
so i'm afraid to become attached
and afraid to say how i feel
i'm not comfortable with myself
hell, i'm barely comfortable with people
if it weren't for my three really good friends
Camille, Elizabeth, and Lexi
would i still smile
no
would i start living
no
living, to me, is doing what you love
every **** day
and loving people
and being happy
all the time
and listening to music that makes you dance
going outside
being able to sit with people and not wanting to leave, or feeling like your being judged
not judging yourself
loving yourself
making beautiful art, but no one gets it except you
and when someone does understand it, you fight for them, because you know it's meant to be
and if they slip through you hands, you move on
no regrets
no broken promises
you go after each dream
every **** one
and one day, you'll die
but you won't say "i wish i did this..."
you'll smile and say
"i'm glad i did this..."
i think it's the saddest thing in the world that some people aren't living
in a sense, they are already dead
they are just atoms moving through the air
until the air stops coming
and the atoms cease to move
they die
never knowing
life
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 5:55 PM UTC
by
rgpage
bundled in your favorite rags
protected from the world to see,
as cautious as a newborn now,
i carry you to your rest to be.
my thoughts drift back to happier times
you filled our lives w/ joy.
i fight back tears of sorrow now,
my strength a weakened ploy.
you slipped away in quiet sleep
as peaceful as your air.
your loving nature’s replaced with now,
death’s lonely tranquil stare.
a large piece of our hearts' you took,
when since you slipped away.
at pictures now we can only look
at a happier time, in a happier day.
we’ll see you in some future time
when the Good Lord calls us home,
across the rainbow bridge you’ll run
happy, well and whole….
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 4:19 PM UTC
You strut around
with your head held
at a dangerously high level
and its getting fatter
by the second
i wonder when
you'll pop
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 4:19 PM UTC
He woke well before dawn
Pulling his husky body from the warm comforts of his bed
Today is the day, hard decisions need to be made
He settles in, whisky on the rocks, and his trusted amigo, Henry the Hummingbird
The list is long, so he checks it twice
There was Jinxxed for Life, Mina Steele and Richard Barnes.
Lexi Smith and can't forget Wolfspirit with his beautiful lyric
S Creeker and the enchanted soul of Ember Eravescent
News blaring from the radio temporarily distracting him from the task at hand
Just Melz and Wordvango
Whatever happened to the Samantha's, Joseph's and the Vicki's.
Blue eyes dancing reflecting "R" crinkling at the humour of Hank Helman
They've all been naughty for sure
Nice, that would be such a bore
Cheers to the world of poetry and all its glory
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 10:14 PM UTC
By Arcassin B & Lexi
:::AB:::
Pretty colors,
making no sense at all,
wind flowing through your hair,
Its already bad enough to even fall,
::::Lexi::::
it disappoints me how such ugly words, can taint the beauty standing before me,
such gorgeousness caused butterflies to flutter at the bellows of my stomach...
but to my surprise,w poison butterflies fall from your lips as gold stares into my eyes
why does your tongue allow such ugly words to fall from it..
your beauty tends to blind other people from processing what you just said, but i hear everything,
::::AB::::
Pretty colors,
making no sense at all,
wind flowing through your hair,
Its already bad enough to even fall,
:::AB:::
Just be sure you don't take anything,
Before you go,
Although parting is such sweet sorrow,
It can't be enough i its bitter,
Worms through the apples,
Your sinister look,
And falling clouds,
Have no effect on me,
I've written enough just know,
You'd mind control me,
Or at least try to,
Crumby attitudes,
O I hate to see a smile turn evil,
Like Connors boot,
Mud filled,
I underestimated you,
::::AB::::
Pretty colors,
making no sense at all,
wind flowing through your hair,
Its already bad enough to even fall,
:::Lexi:::
Underestimated how your lips could give a heart such warmth, yet your words always seem to send a chill through my bones
The way you'd wipe discrete tears from my face and make me laugh
Sometimes made me forget
You're the one that caused them,
How dare you part your lips and ****** such spiteful words against my heart with such pressure?
Youd always seem to manipulate my thoughts, rearrange my mindset or tilt my perspective, and with such tainted I love yous and eyes so full of gold,
:::AB::::
So unusual.....
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
I don't understand
She's always so happy
and so nice
A beautiful person
but what's on the inside?
what is the darkness
that makes her stop eating?
what does she see
when it's not her reflection?
why does she feel
like she's not good enough?
I've always liked her
Admired her personality
But now I don't see her
She's not on the bus
Not at school
She's in a white bed
in the hospital
Hating herself
Not eating
Not sleeping
Not talking
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 9:00 PM UTC
By Arcassin B & Lexi
:::AB:::
Pretty colors,
making no sense at all,
wind flowing through your hair,
Its already bad enough to even fall,
::::Lexi::::
it disappoints me how such ugly words, can taint the beauty standing before me,
such gorgeousness caused butterflies to flutter at the bellows of my stomach...
but to my surprise,w poison butterflies fall from your lips as gold stares into my eyes
why does your tongue allow such ugly words to fall from it..
your beauty tends to blind other people from processing what you just said, but i hear everything,
::::AB::::
Pretty colors,
making no sense at all,
wind flowing through your hair,
Its already bad enough to even fall,
:::AB:::
Just be sure you don't take anything,
Before you go,
Although parting is such sweet sorrow,
It can't be enough i its bitter,
Worms through the apples,
Your sinister look,
And falling clouds,
Have no effect on me,
I've written enough just know,
You'd mind control me,
Or at least try to,
Crumby attitudes,
O I hate to see a smile turn evil,
Like Connors boot,
Mud filled,
I underestimated you,
::::AB::::
Pretty colors,
making no sense at all,
wind flowing through your hair,
Its already bad enough to even fall,
:::Lexi:::
Underestimated how your lips could give a heart such warmth, yet your words always seem to send a chill through my bones
The way you'd wipe discrete tears from my face and make me laugh
Sometimes made me forget
You're the one that caused them,
How dare you part your lips and ****** such spiteful words against my heart with such pressure?
Youd always seem to manipulate my thoughts, rearrange my mindset or tilt my perspective, and with such tainted I love yous and eyes so full of gold,
:::AB::::
So unusual.....
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 11:54 PM UTC
By Arcassin , Lexi , Tara and rach
:::AB:::: Conversations with out any words,
:::AW::: Creates a blissful peace between two souls,
::::RH:::: A bond without voices to cause constraints,
:::TO::: Listening closely, Without any of they're ears.,
:::AB:::: Rivers never get too mellow or narrow,
:::AW::: More narrow then the thoughts that cause simple minds,
:::RH:::: Simple minds that quake in the presence of such a holy river,
;:::TO::: colliding together only be ruined by the waves of salt,
::::AB:::: And as I realize , and look inside that my soul burns for a higher judgment,
:::AW:::: A Judgement that quickens ones heartbeat,
::::RH::: Pumping my blood, reiterating judgement awaits once this fragile body tires,
:::TO::: So far apart yet so close, never finding the key too his heartbeat.
:::AB::: While I'm waiting til she finds it, I'm still fading and bleeding,
:::AW::: The key awaits in the depths of the river, cleansed of all unholiness.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 5:43 AM UTC
When I was six years old
I went trick or treating
with my mom and my neighbor Lexi.
I was a scarecrow
and she was a princess.
At age fourteen
I went trick or treating
with my best friend Mikayla
dressed up as a witches.
We were in middle school
and it was about the time
when we were starting to think
we were getting too old for this.
Age seventeen
I don't even remember what I wore.
But I went to a party
and got drunk
with twenty of my closest friends
and we all walked to McDonald's
at 3 am.
I am less than two months shy
of being nineteen years old
and I'm sitting in my college dorm
about to go to sleep.
I don't really have any friends.
I forget what fun is supposed to be like sometimes.
I miss smiling
at more than just
my boyfriend.
CVT
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 11:58 PM UTC
Dear Lexi
I've watched you transform from a child to a young woman over these past twenty years, and I couldn't be more proud of you. I've witnessed the first hand glow of you in the morning, I've heard your laugh, your tears, your shoulders as they drooped with despair. I love you Lexi. Because despite all the trials you've endured, you never falter. You make people around you happy simply by your presence and you are loved by many.
They don't know like I do how you pray every night for your friends and family's safety, for guidance, for strength, for courage. You prayed faithfully to learn your worth and now its found. I prayed for you too Lexi, I prayed one day you'd see you were settling and that God had more in store for you, that you'd have to go through hell to get there but it'd be worth it if you just let him in your heart. Isn't it worth it Lexi?
I'm so happy you love yourself now more than ever because you deserve yourself more than anyone. So deserving.
I admire the sensitivity in your heart that conflicts with your motivation. See I understand how much you miss your family, but cannot go home. They are why you're here. They depend on you to be here for them, and they're worth you crying when they say they miss and love you. Stay focused Lexi, it will all pay off I promise.
I admire your love for new things and people.
I laugh at your wit.
I want to hold you when you want to fade away.
I want to be your rock when you cannot be strong.
Changing each day into a better woman, friend, Christian, lover, sister, daughter, student, person.
I love you more than I love myself Lexi.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 8:10 PM UTC
• Confessions in the booth, I’m questioning the truth.
Reds Rushing to the foot,
blood running where i stood, shutting shooting down the veins, the Hiipower is nothing but rude.
It leaves without me asking it too, at least keep in touch.
All that screaming and such.
... And all that crying and such.
I've had had it, more than enough.
I'm just shouting things out
"it's just ******* blown!" and "it's ******* gone!" i starting running, around, the surrounding.
I wrote the words to this verse with the nervous nerves pumping in reverse,"Lex i know that you heard"(what?).
The hurt in my head, shut.
I'm feeling well with the cuts, I still take alotta **** to heart,
if those ***** call you a ***** I’ll shove their cellphones up their butts, if she calls you again, hang on that ****
I'm tired tonight, my head is rig wired, chest is too tight, the cold is with KFC i know that caused i'm feeling so crushed,
I'm Lizzy elevated to the bottom of rushing, i can feel the surge, i can't find my words, i'm accelerating on hope from nothing, looking at Lexi looking at the way she behaves, i wanna tell her it's nothing, Lex, but she's gotten the hardest of it, ain't no way she's forgotten.
Anything can happen, something bout Lex's texts impacts with the voices in my head i'm being reinstalled from shreds.
The bad blood and bone.
I'm just so far, blown off gone.
Blown an' gone.
The whole ****** issue is just.
Blown an' gone.
Don't care about the visuals i'm just.
Blown an' gone.
Don't care about opinions i'm just.
Blown an' gone.
If it gets more difficult i'll be just.
Blown an' gone.
To anyone whose listening it's been real, with GooD GoD
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC
Tonight I’ve felt the switch go off fifteen hundred times
Swinging like a pendulum, crawling through the vines
I spoke in tongues of laughter in the fields of chlorimine
My bones are broken bruises as i'm missing you as mine
But I don’t want to go back to you.
I look up at squinting blue eyes in an autumn meadow
Stare at the widows in the aquamarine sky
I’m tired of it’s blinding rays
I'm tired of begging myself to be
More stable
More subtle
More sweet
Like a Valencia picture tacked up on to a cardboard wall
When I’m cracking around the edges
Of being the woman who I’m not again
I think I’ll just cry tonight
Through the cravings of my mania
On fascination street
******* and alive
Singing by the ocean
Trying to survive
I think I’ll just die tonight
They always leave me when I’m silent
Swerving on the highways
wild and fragile
Fading in to outer space
Losing track of time
Tonight I’ve felt the switch go off fifteen hundred times
Swinging like a pendulum, crawling through the vines
But I don’t want to go back to you.
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 12:48 PM UTC
Everyday my eyes are blessed to open, and you're the reason why. A beautiful glowing face with all the questions in the world, and one question that others may have found silly saved me. Prevented me from ending before beginning.
Always there to pick me up when I was at a low. Being whatever kind of mom a kid could be. The kid in you raised the kid in me.
My support system, my therapist, my anger, my happiness.
Always afraid I wouldn't amount to you, you encourage me to surpass you, but extended is my hand to do to bring you along all the way.
Chasing your dreams effortlessly, you encourage others around you. Green clouds all around you sparking up more creativity. And I'll be there on the left, that's where I'll always be. Because prior to ma$on, it was just you and me. For eternity, it'll always be, you, my best friend. We'll always be Mani and Lexi.
Happy birthday. I know I'm a brat, but you dad and mom made me this way. And I'm glad to know you'd walk to the end of the earth for me. I know it, and I think you're a beautiful person bound to find success with that mind and hair of yours. Keep it trill for anotha year roun'.
Jul 31, 2012
Jul 31, 2012 at 12:49 PM UTC
For a month a part of me was missing.
At least I thought.
So when I found it again, I was overjoyed.
Life made sense again because a void was filled.
But everything that glitters isn't gold.
You can't miss a part of you that was never there.
There's not a word for it either.
I tried to conquer the lexiconical gap.
So I watched as the petals grew crisp
And his words lost tenderness.
I relived the feelings of before that were the reason I left.
I questioned why I ever came back.
I watched myself and my movements.
Wondering why I did everything with him in mind.
Just wanting to be seen as imperfectly perfect,
Be any and everything.
To others I was everything and more,
To myself I tried to be more, to be that part he never could seem to find in me.
But yet again the lexiconical gap stopped.
I couldn't miss the part of me I never had
Especially because I never knew what it was.
Summer came and went.
Our summer was the sweetest.
I miss what I actually did have then.
Those constant conversations, that eagerness and anxiety we'd get when too many hours passed without seeing or hearing from each other.
We did have that.
Now summer comes again and I'm faced with the
everlasting gaps that are me waiting to hear from you.
That denial I have when I finally do.
A gap, the lexiconical gap that may never be filled.
Not even Lexi can fill it, not even Lexi can keep you.
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 8:47 PM UTC
A night she won't remember
A night she won't recall
it was the night she lost her mind
she took a tumble, and a fall
Fireplaces were in the walls, and she heard voices in her head
She prayed to God so hard that day, and she wished that she were dead.
She saw manaquins on the stairs, and candles in the air
A woman floated past her with green, and purple hair
There was music playing inside her head
She tried to change the channel but an Opera played instead
A Deputy came into her room n- said the alian's will be here soon
He told her there's a "One World Order", and that she will have to begin to choose.
The Deputy said she should be moving on to the sound of beating drums
mentioning algorithms while he sang a very creepy song ---
It's a night she won't remember/a night she won't recall.
It was a night that she lost her mind n'took a tumble, and a fall.
Aliens came in the middle of the night.
Ever since that happened her soul hasn't felt that right
the aliens had warned her...
you're now one of us tonight.
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC