Why do we cut ourselves? A simple question.
A complex answer.
A poem about gratitude and poverty. The title image is called 'Pure Innocence' by Rishit Temkar. Thank you for reading. :) <3
I ate 3 chicken fajitas, and I am rather full.
Let's talk about those beautiful breakfast photos we all drool over.
Cravings…are troublesome. *sigh*
Something a little different.
Hunger, What is it?
When I make these types of poems I obviously don`t mean everybody does this- just so it is clear, I am just good in these types of poems, dark ones.
And I will be the first in line to take a bite from your peach.
Lies are like some specific bad types of candy, it's not worth enduring the horrible taste because of the beautiful wrapper.
A man tries his best to stop his hunger.
Love /ləv/ noun: An intense emotion that can lead to a violent hunger for more love and affection.
"oh, how you have made me hate the sound of kisses and the words of love."
I close my eyes and think about the past. War. Bloodshed. Violence. Was beauty a hidden witness to all this horror?
Appetite/ˈapəˌtīt/noun: My love, who will fill your appetite for love and affection. I wasn't enough, who will be?
"Hunger. A burning desire".
With full stomachs we sleep hungry, and with bloody fists we fight for peace. With soiled mouths we pray,