#fertile
with him I discovered I had fantasies
with you, darling, I experience them
Mar 6, 2025
Mar 6, 2025 at 9:25 PM UTC
When they offer you olives,
Rip the branch from their hands
And beat the fruit off.
The soil is ripe,
Right is might;
Who cares for leaves & petals to fall?
May 18, 2024
May 18, 2024 at 6:04 PM UTC
Let me be your middle man
In-between your sheets of lust
Inflamed in ****** passions
The cheater that you trust
Let me show you hidden stars
Your flourishing garden awaits
In the darkness of your backyard
Let us meet your fate
Plaint me in your secret garden
In the season of your fertile soil
I'll always sprout back again
My nature can be quite loyal
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Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 8:45 AM UTC
There was a time when she cared
To satisfy any need of yours, she was prepared
You gave her just enough to stay
And stay she did everyday
There was a glimmer of hope that she will receive love back
Every song related back to you, every soundtrack
One day, 3 am at night she laid there
Room dark, status of you being online a glare
She watched it switch offline, realising you never replied
Finally it ******* hit her that to be her lover you were never qualified
Males are only useful if they are fertile
Men are trash was not just a insta post, it became a lifestyle
If liking men was a choice
Trust me when i say i would have yeeted the boys.
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 8:13 AM UTC
the tree grew in rocky soil -
now its fruit is decaying.
its seeds fell into
the same rocky soil,
sprouting into trees
with the same decaying fruit.
these trees feel the decay.
they know to spread their seeds
where the soil is fertile.
and the resulting trees
will bear ripe fruits
for future generations.
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 8:29 PM UTC
#*Expectations erodes fertile soil
Fertile is the land of acceptance*#
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 12:15 AM UTC
You left me for better pastures,
You did't realize I too was fertile,
You just did not know how to cultivate me.
You are just a pastoralist looking for greener places.
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 1:56 AM UTC
Little beads,
Jaded by time.
Bouncing.
Roll on the floor.
The end is here.
Fire Blooming in lungs,
Burning out what once was,
Creating fertile ground for the new.
Flowers weaving through veins,
Bursting through the heart.
Badum Badum Badum.
Excavating the chest,
Tearing through skin.
You see me there,
Rotting on a cracked floor,
Moss seeping through;
Long forgotten.
A smile on my face,
"Thank you for coming"
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 11:07 PM UTC
#*The fertile weighs less than the barren
Exquisite fruits crumble placid stones
The farmer induces their own famine
Seeds may be perpetually sown
The costs of a cultivated spirit
are greater than its untilled counter,
yet produces a boundless harvest.
How do the fields fare, neighbor?*#
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 8:15 PM UTC
A seed pod explodes,
Ears of the forest perk up,
Mirth in fertile earth.
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 8:36 PM UTC
Water is the offspring of space and time
and when it flows seeks to trace the area
of its parents courtship which resulted in
their fiery union producing seeds of nature
for their nourishment and growth,
in the soil of this earth with its fertile clime.
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 6:33 PM UTC
come on darling take a chance with us
our meat is on the seams of a blue-blooded funeral
a **** body burial, and the volcanoes laugh
the thumbs shake
as the fingers dance
makes the rain pull its roots on
for the showcase the generic plants
will perform a feral routine
every **** a command-stop forwarded
the nucleus inside of a vitrified half-assed colon
and if they shiver they will find their saw
tailored to the head of that aurulent god
a caterpillar reads the braille and follows my wrist
he condescends, and breaks notions causing new alarm
they are all special, green feet and orange sinewy lines
he casts his blame he curses across the myriad storms
gold minarets in the distance
serpents living under man-made rocks
counting down the seconds on armageddon's clock
a lion counts his livestock
he puts his socks on, he wears a headdress
in the shape of a flame
just outside the shadows of an autumn day
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 5:07 AM UTC
By the by,
I am a tweak of reality,
Quite f'rtile. Touch me
And impregnate me
With w'rds.
F.Z.N
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
Tightly curled
leaves gracefully unfurl from their
grey cocoons into beautiful pastel shaded lime.
It's a surprise when used to
the barren, pre-spring wilderness
to be ****** into the flourish
of fertility.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC