All the thoughts that collect in my mind right now lead to biting... TMI

A phrase sewn into the very fabric of my thoughts and words,
Let's be weird for a second so that I can feel normal,
Its been awhile,
We all know the feeling,
There is a selfish stench that covers the true sincerity of being on the end of a babbling mouth,
Word vomit so I've heard.
A price for the anxiety driven conversation,
That, one, I? you?
Just want to end by revealing that too much has been shared and all of Hell will open to devour the chosen who failed to keep the mouth shut,
Speak it anyways,
Just yesterday I thought about fucking, indeed I did,
How little, how much, how long,
It's not hard to know this moment,
Where a sensation overcomes experience,
The slip,
What a beautiful snipit of what matters,
Taken away,
Becomes some sort of "okay,"
Unless controversy over ego and ego draws a tarnished line of how much I and you know,
I really can only focus on one subject within this,
It took me like 8 times to even begin this one poem,
I kept getting distracted, love, children, being a teacher,
Following tangents of conversations and panicked assumptions, those normal thoughts that see the warning signs of danger,
Light up a cigar and say "fuck it,"
Charging full speed into the unknown,
All of that kept me from drawing a conclusion to why I really wanted to tell anyone that I like biting.
Lydia 6d
as your mama there are days I wake up and think to myself
"there is no way I can do this today
I'm tired
I'm anxious
I'm feeling kind of low"
but all it takes is a look into your little room
where you lay cozy and asleep
one tiny arm wrapped around a stuffed animal
snoozing with those little breaths
so soft sometimes I still go in and check to make sure you're breathing
to remind me all that I am working so hard for
and your tiny hands around my neck
that smile that melts my heart
and that little giggle that is so sweet I melt
I remember how you need me
depend on me
I close your door so the light doesn't get in
and I go get ready for work
For my sweet son, my reason for being everyday
V Exeter Aug 10
I found out that
grapefruit juice
is particularly good
at stimulating human
salivary glands.
I bought some to
fight the coffee tongue,
tacky, gelatinous.
Now, baby, my mouth
hangs happy, undone,
dripping for your come.
Whether a vulva, a clit,
a head, or a shaft,
you'll find yourself
plenty wet, clutching at the bed.
Jon Thenes Jul 29
I feel gummy
I do 'the correct thing'
and move on ;
James Lloyd Jul 23
I saw the stars and think of you
Your perfect and its true
I saw the moon and think of you
You shine bright when I am blue

But this is only what I've saw
I didn't knew
That I'm falling in love with you
And that's a wrong move to do
credit: micc's

he is so dope
I love his poem so I change some of it.
mikumiku Jul 15
Don’t release your cumming
Just release my single
I don’t think it’s stunning
When that thing is jingle
Pussies taste like Pepsi-Cola
Pussies taste like Marabou
See a pussy – I say hola
Eat that thing like caribou

Lost lesson
Consuming obsession
One answer
One question
A change of direction

on vacation
Simple separation

Replacing the station

This coup
A new nation
Loyal dedication
Its classification

‘Species procreation’
Prevent us from facing
A human cessation
selective mutation

It may help explaining
The reasons
But not the foundation
Or actions
We’re basing

A simplification
is “continuation”
that’s left vacant
We’re chasing

Eyes are gazing
A slight
In need of hydration
Complete excitation
Intense stimulation
Deep urges
Heart racing

By sensations

Unbounded fixation
Time no longer wasting

This capitulation
a Sanctification
Erotic gyrations
Hinting penetration

A safe haven
For what
we are craving
Once out
and displaying

It all had been taken
Feeling vacant
Freed imagination
A resuscitation
Indulged depravation

A rhythm
we’re setting
The giving and getting
the bedding

All else I’m forgetting
with each other
Like entangled netting
on the same trip
A unified heading

Now comes
the summation
A true
Smash all expectations

Lasting the duration
Loud gasp
We unlock

Filled with gratification
Written: July 8, 2018

All rights reserved.
Rain rain raindrops on my head
Rain rain raindrops on my head
Rain rain raindrops on my head
Rain rain raindrops on my head

Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh

Im walk on the rain
Im saying stupid thing about me
Im walk on the rain
Im saying stupid thing about me

Rain rain raindrops on my head
Rain rain raindrops on my head
Rain rain raindrops on my head
Rain rain raindrops on my head

Ooh rain
Ooh rain
Ooh rain
Ooh rain

duncan Jun 25
whoever said
that too much
of a good thing
a good thing,

clearly hasnt
spent enough
without one

i could really
go for too much
of a
good thing
right about now.
june 24th 2018
gabriela Oct 2014
it's weird that sometimes
when you study books
so hard
and so long
you discover
how every little thing
has a meaning too

some historical allusion
or literary illusion
that tells you exactly how someone feels about you
or how you feel about them too.

so maybe all those studies
weren't always a waste
maybe the real meaning behind all of it is that
they want you to give you a taste
of all the symbolism of things
before you're too late
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