"ovulates" poems
Like ******* a **** and you can't get hard,
Like rolling a blunt that's full of glass shards,
Like a bowling stunt where the pins are yards,
Away and you must stay put loaded with gin and not on guard,
While there's jaywalkers walking cross the alley and snipers far,
Up both sides, moss covered camouflage dilly dallying,
Falling comets, planets and stars while you ***** black tar out your scars, Sick spurting **** out the pit of your face and tripped on a lace falling down along with Mars.
Faster than my **** grows when I'm hitched, race-cars, bullets, and the suicide of a suicidal emo ***** with a mullet, grab the **** and pull it off and roll it up like the glass when you rolled it in the paper faster than a rapers hips going twitch twitch twitch, ***** you know it, she's on the list.
But you're soft and no fist can fit and what the **** is this about, just **** I coughed up and spout out my mouth, if it makes sense, even a little, I am not dense with my rhymes, raps, and riddles, there's meaning to it all, whether its beaming or dull, but I guarantee it's full and fits and flows when I say it to a T, you say my **** blows, well that's just mean, you say it's great, my confidence ovulates, so use it as bait as I eat off this plate, this 5 star rated treat elevated to six star cuisine meat.
I'll continue later in few poems that are greater and like haters, I won't stop planning and plotting out **** like these lyrics, I'm a creator.
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 8:17 PM UTC
When you watch the ocean tide,
Notice the swelling rise.
Then fall back as if to hide,
Only to come again and rise.
Life is such ebb and flow
Life is such come and go.
And mystical things
Suffer tides to bring.
The cold waves
Fluctuate.
My body
Shivers
And ovulates.
To the sound,
From the ground.
Up!
To the sky,
Of ocean tides.
I feel the sea,
Deep within me.
I feel the gel,
Where the heavenly dwell.
I never want to leave
This peace.
The Spirit
Takes me
To the sea,
So I can see,
Life’s story
Life’s glory,
Life’s sadness,
Life’s fleet.
Once I see,
I come to Thee,
I rest in peace,
I chant release.
Ebb and flow,
I love your sea,
Of heavenly beings.
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 11:47 AM UTC
Maudlin puberty
She ovulates some form of weird desease
Some deranged soul about to be born!
The seed bearer runs away!
•
God walks the earth
He is puking in the alleyway
•
WHAT A WASTE!
He actually thought you'd like it here
..
She tried to hit on Jesus!
Then acted hurt when he smiled and said
FOLLOW ME
••
Every one
Playing some morbid game!
Bearing children!
Send them off to school
See them die
Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 5:01 PM UTC
When you watch the ocean tide,
Notice the swelling rise.
Then fall back as if to hide,
Only to come again and rise.
Life is such ebb and flow
Life is such come and go.
And mystical things
Suffer tides to bring.
The cold waves
Fluctuate.
My body
Shivers
And ovulates.
To the sound,
From the ground.
Up!
To the sky,
Of ocean tides.
I feel the sea,
Deep within me.
I feel the gel,
Where the heavenly dwell.
I never want to leave
This peace.
The Spirit
Takes me
To the sea,
So I can see,
Life’s story
Life’s glory,
Life’s sadness,
Life’s fleet.
Once I see,
I come to Thee,
I rest in peace,
I chant release.
Ebb and flow,
I love your sea,
Of heavenly beings.
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 11:47 AM UTC
When you watch the ocean tide,
Notice the swelling rise.
Then fall back as if to hide,
Only to come again and rise.
Life is such ebb and flow
Life is such come and go.
And mystical things
Suffer tides to bring.
The cold waves
Fluctuate.
My body
Shivers
And ovulates.
To the sound,
From the ground.
Up!
To the sky,
Of ocean tides.
I feel the sea,
Deep within me.
I feel the gel,
Where the heavenly dwell.
I never want to leave
This peace.
The Spirit
Takes me
To the sea,
So I can see,
Life’s story
Life’s glory,
Life’s sadness,
Life’s fleet.
Once I see,
I come to Thee,
I rest in peace,
I chant release.
Ebb and flow,
I love your sea,
Of heavenly beings.
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 11:47 AM UTC
January 18, 2016
He handed me too many shots until
my mind became a foggy disaster and
my body became as slippery as the blizzard roads
outside.
I rolled down my guard just enough for him
to stick his hands through, my walls teetered with drunken
oblivion, he took that as an invitation, it meant absolutely
nothing to me.
And so it ovulates,
my ******* fill, denial spills with a mixture of morning sickness,
I had to calculate when this could have happened
back to that date.
And it menstruates,
I shed more than tears and shame,
with each changed pad, I shed the last remnants of him,
and of me and of the night that I can barely remember,
I vowed at that moment to lock up my guard, seal my walls shut,
no one will ever catch me that vulnerable again.
And so it dilates and contracts
and contracts and snaps back just a little more hollow,
it grieves and it heaves apologies and epithets that will
never quite satisfy or release the endorphins after an ******
I wonder if anyone noticed that I changed.
And it pulsates again,
what did I learn these past sixteen months of abstinence?
I did not feel closer to God, I created something on the darkest
day of my life, I ended it on a Saturday morning so bright,
I am no closer to self discovery, I though that I could **** my
way back to feeling like the old me, keep wishing, keep digging,
I have lost a part of me that I am not sure I will ever get back.
And so it throbs,
to forgive and to live, look at myself in the mirror again, look at
this man the same, think he should be a father again, tell myself
to spit it out but I always end up swallowing it until I am no longer hungry.
And it pulsates,
to feel emotions, to feel love, get that heart fluttering feeling that sends
signals down to your other organs, to feel that if is okay to not always
be okay, that I am not this one mistake, my body isn't defined by that
dark day or that tragic Saturday, it pulsates every single day
to feel whole and
alive again.
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 12:18 PM UTC