Formerly Badass Horrible Poetry

This isn't just a poetry blog. Let's be honest, a lot of what I post is poetry but there are more often than not also postings about short stories. I do try to keep this blog separate from my others and post strictly creative work here. Some of it will be better than others, and much of it is in first or second draft stage when posted. These are raw works, and there will be spelling and grammar troubles at times because I use this blog to gauge what works and what doesn't. I use it as a place to get feedback. That's the reason it is "horrible". Because it's not finished-- And why should it be? We all want feedback but most of us are too afraid to put ourselves out there.

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Thursday, May 8, 2014

we are born from children

The moonlight fell as snowflakes
whenever the pheonix died
and children's hands
balled up the ashes
causing the creation of Man.
       Youth was as it is
       realizing nothing about how special
       that such automatons
       could bare their teeth and
       blacken their lungs with silt
and emboss their cheaks in the color
of fire's feather.
Impatient youths fed them and watered
till suddenly their automatons
looked like the children
      as the children themselves no longer did.
     Spying their own faces in a looking glass
     the spheres dashed from all sight
     abandoning us their creations
     who would forever wonder why

we are from the death of suns
we are born from the cremation
of children.

©2014 Lex Vex

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