Hunger
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I was born hungry
I was born greedy
I was born backwards
I am the past and will never see the future coming
Gospel and holy word of the void
Calls calls calls
Dead People In The Bathroom
Mama’s in prison,
why ain’t she here?
There’s dead people
in the bathroom
and a rat over there.
The water kept rising,
It’s taken me a thousand and one cries
To realize
I put a blanket over my head to shut out the world.
A world that sees women as sex objects
Lately it feels as if everything around me is falling apart,
That I keep reliving the same moments over and over, not knowing how to follow my heart.
I keep it together, and have a smile on my face when others are around,
I’m having a COVID moment right now
We, the people in the world are in COVID movement right now and
We are going through COVID hard times right now.
Lurking, screeching, rumbling,
Every day,
The hunger inside of me,
Is a perpetual prey,
My body screams,
My mind can’t keep straight,
My brain keeps puzzling,
The rest of my foredoomed fate.
As a best friend then brother, now potential life partner
These feelings… These intense, powerful feelings.
As infants grow to become teenagers into adults…
A typical crush grew to become infatuation into love.
starvation
is such a funny thing
empty out the stomach
allow both ears to ring
a death wish
is so useful
I jump up from the bed with this one thought upon my mind
"I'm hungry"! So I run straight to the fridge to make a find
The remnants of a snack from late last night are in the sink
A dog named Hunger gnaws on my stomach
Growls at me whenever I cannot eat
Demands my attention while I’m in class
He has a sister who lives in my mind
Her name is Anxiety
While she does not bite me
Silent, hollow bodies contrived of metals
Locked and held within iron cells
Venting frustration upon hungry bipedals
Steals, steals, steel, but nevel sells
One might as well eat some flower petals.
His hands are cold strings of light
Mesmerized eyes with dark ash at sunrise
Kisses that take more than give
Mixed with a man's after shave and swear
Warm underneath dearly painted lies
A night in the city
T'was when the story began,
After a young girl sought
To buy her mother a fan.
The night was shining,
Though with limited light,
And could still clearly see
The boy wakes up in bed
The girl wakes up from the ground
The boy jumps in the warm shower
The girl gets in the river instead
The boy puts on his fresh clean shirt
Oh, your undesirable acumen If irony was a country You tell our children that it will be okay When they are seventeen you break the news Not the awfulness of you The tragedy of being the best in the world You are so naive You are so ungreat
We the people
We the people divided
We the people alienated
We the varied
We the broken.
We who break each other down
and hide behind the pieces.
We who have bled,
I come from the city that never sleeps,
NYC,
city where gentrification stimulates broken dreams,
but evidently it's not as awful as it seems,
I live well
My parents feed me every night
My stomach is never empty
The latest toys fall into my lap
A stay at home mother for me to cry to
I had not realized
O say can you see
Just how far we’ve come.
The injustice in our country
Is a battle far from won.
People line the streets
At times I become a soap bubble
A thin film swelled round with purpose
With need
I develop a sort of intellectual wanderlust
An itch under my skin
I live in fear
That one day
One day
We will die
No, not just one
All of us.
I Live in fear
Knowing that
I am cold.
Freezing even.
Sitting in a cramped desk
wishing
I were not at school.
My stomach stuffed with noodles
I remember at the start
Everybody prayed
Twenty sixteen please be better
They said and said and said
I remember at the start
Popeyes or Five guys?
Either way, I'm getting my cajun fries.
Feel free to attempt to stop me.
For that is an impossibility.
Have a nice day!
A ravenous hunger
A wolf I am
Creeping up on it's prey
Silent but so deadly
Stalking the night
It's good to be afraid
A girl I used to be
A wolf I am
I'm losing weight because
you only love me for my skeleton,
on my ribs you carve ampersands,
because my life is nothing
without your "and's."
"And the others are prettier,
the others are wise."
Stomach shriveled
Legs weak
Loss of appetite
Loss of sleep
Constantly freezing
Constantly stressed
Why oh why am I so depressed?
Hunger is gnawing
I'm feeling so faint
I've had a hard day at school
I think to myself, "you know what would be cool?"
No need to reply, my stomach already knows
Hunger
She tried everything in order to fill the void she carried inside,
Sweets, pastries, snacks,
The black hole that her enemies,
(Businessman Perspective)
Cold and hungry as I tried to find a place to rest,
I finally see a small warm cafe at the end of the road.
I started to jog and cross my arms in front of my chest,
At the breakfast table,I'm hungry.Hungry for something to have, for something to know.While others can scoop Cheerios out of their bowls,I'm trying to spoon my way out of an "undiggable" hole.
I have been around and I have seen a lot.
And many a time I have been to the ballot.
Sometimes when I am looking around,
I see their ignorance being spoken out loud.
Overuse, Overthink, Oversimplify
The degree to which we suffer is surely to the nth
Forced to lose humanity, when I can't pay my rent
Swear to god
As I roam the poor streets of Ethiopia,
The wails of the children come to my attention.
I look to my left and see the worn-out, oversized clothes
That hang loosely on their bodies.
Fill my cup To you I prayFill me upWith you I’ll stay
I seek your lightYour uncontainable beautyBlinding star in the nightI seek your love for me
Growling, clawing, and scratching,
It tears at you.
Blood boils in your veins,
Body shivers and mind quivers,
You feel your going insane.
Eyes narrow and breathe scatters,
Nothing else matters.
These are the covers she used
when she cried, when she ate,
when she forgot
the need to eat, when she refused
to eat, when she told herself
If the yearning
has passed
and I am no longer aghast in the rooms of my heart,
I’ll be going now.
If desire has ceased dripping
from solicitous lips,
the future is a yawning abyss,
Something lives deep inside me
Something that hungers
Something that burns
Something dark and hot
It smolders
A rumbling deep inside
When I grow cold and empty
That’s when I feed it
Little ego for self-esteemPatience when you go off beamStubbornness when you think you are just
Sitting on my stomach
burning the wet tissue.
sadness fills the void.
never
good enough, not
anymore.
hating self-control
He wipes the dust of his Bible in times of need.
Eats the bread cause he's hungry.
Hungry because he plants the seed so God can see he still believes.
He confesses he's sorry he's never seen
In Church
Once I saw an old man
planting an apple tree
the shovel, firm in his hand
the pain, sharp in his knee
I heard the prayers on his lips
and the earth striking steel
I sit on big plastic cushion
With my elbows on the table
And my phone out
With the tortuous smell
And sounds of a sizzling hot plate
At the table next to me
I scroll past a post
I just want to spend more of my life loving.more of it giving.I want to live my life withan outstretched hand,want my treasured memories to be full ofsmiles from people I have fed.
Young lust
Simmers deeper than a gigantic tidal wave
The vivacious fusion of the two bodies
Begins to peak into the uppermost realm of infatuation
As they cover each other with outer warmth
Hunger yawns in me
Like some waking creature
It grows, reaching angrily
Searching, scratching, howling,
For something to consume
I give it nothing
So the hunger sits, smoldering
Slowly eroding,
Depleting and lacking,
Fear evident, plastered upon my features,
I lean in closer, not willing to consent to living a life of despondency,
Even if I was neglected by society.
You are enough
You are enough
You are so enough,
You have no idea how enough YOU are.
You are the light in my darkness.
You are the happiness behind your mom's eyes.
Stop it
I'm sorry kids
But yes,
There's no afterlife
And we will die
You wonder why
I did this
Melted ice caps and
Starved kids
As if
Because I know
I can tell you
I'm tired of looking at the human race in the eyes
To see death, poverty, abuse all covered up by lies
We told ourselves it wouldn't happen again
But it never stopped my fellow men
He struggles to find his place in this world
But for putting up walls, he should get an award
Because the only person he shares his feelings with
Would never even be able to understand it
On my commute to school,
A man stands there between traffic.
i am so curious, what should I do?
Why does this image have to be so graphic?
Many people don't even see him,
Champion of the underprivileged,
Undeserved suffering in under-served villages-
With parched mouths and swollen bellies,
In the mines of Peru or the slums of New Delhi
Under the guidance that knowledge is power,
If I could choose just one job where would I even start?
I'm told that happiness and love is but endorphins in a brain
And yet I feel it rushing through my heart
What can a dollar do?
Pay for lunch,
A car,
College.
Well, maybe not a dollar
Though at least it helps.
But while we eat and drive and learn
A child dies from hunger
A woman wishes
We often ignore the poor and the hungry.
Because we never give thanks for what we have.
If we can't appreciate our own things,
How can we help others in need?
The saddest part of it all,
The dude on the news going on about all the world
but we do not really care its all about "me me me"
when kids in schools cant believe in themselves
creating all the heartless hate
People are starving
Becoming homeless and dying
We got to make a change
By making a committee we can arrange
A Photograph of The Past
I’m laying here, the ceiling’s caving in.
I’m staring up in a gaze waiting for the fallout.
I’m still, I will not move. I will lose myself in this crumble.
She sits staring at the sky praying for something,
Something she can't quite put her boney finger on,
Something itching at her rib cage and clawing at her dry throat,
Reach. Her arms are forever out-stretched pointing towards the sky. The rumbling in her stomach orchestrates her frustration that stirs in her mind.
We were not the ground shakers
People will never think that
We made a difference
Poverty hunger and homelessness
It fell into our laps
And we dismissed it
All that pressure and negativity
Hungeremptiness, agonizingsuffering, mourning, watchingstarvation, Death, nourished, Livingeasing, helping, actingreplete, gratifyingSurfeit
Hunger,
Is pain and can kill not only adults
But children too, not only the homeless
But those with homes too
A perfect boat of gravy,A tender slice of lamb,Crispy green vegetables,Potatoes straight from the pan.
Change is what people think they can accomplish
Change is what people think they can bring to themselves,
Yet they can't bring it to what we call "today"
We have people dying of hunger,
What would I change?
Wouldn't you like to know?
I'd feed the hungry
To make people grow.
I work at McDonalds, it's fine and all,
And we throw away burgers that go out and come back
Who can save us?
A starving world,
9 billion strong.
Or rather 9 billion weak.
Bony, worn, and sunken children
Countered by pink slime cheeseburgers
What do I do whenOpening my mouth to voiceTo carefully shape what I think are words of beauty to Your ears,I am flung roughly asideAnd, raising my headI find myself as aggravating background noise
The bite
on the inside on my stomach
"The last time I ate?"
"This morning." I lie through my teeth.
I know it has been at least 24 hours,
but
I know if I fixate on the reality, I won't focus.
I want to give freedom!
I want to give it now
To the African child
thrust into warfare at random
to the the millions starving men, women, and children
to the thousands of kids
I never did anything wrong,
but every night I face the angry beast of my belly.
We fight for hours and hours and hours,
Until I finally cave in,
I'm starving.
Momma can't find a job,
What is poverty you ask?
To a person who has had to sleep on urine stained mattresses,
They
Losing weakening ignored
weight always by all
We
Moving passing ignoring
on by all
Make it stop
My stomach growls and hisses
Each breath I take angers the pits of my belly
My intestines secretes restlessly its enzymes
Urging me to feed.
The beaten path that lays before me
Trash. On the floor, on the ground on benches, tables, all around. I see half eaten lunches in the trash, I see unopen fruit littering the tables of our school. The lunch time bell rang, now it's class time, but what happens to that food?
my stomach rumbles again, loudly,
the girls to the front of me,
to the side of me,
all around me,
giggle and i hear the crunch, crunch
Am I not good enough for you?
To earn your mercy?
Are the hungry not good enough for you?
To earn your warmth?
Are the abused not good enough for you?
To earn your kindness?
I kill because you are in my way.
I kill because my hunger pangs will not let me sleep.
I kill you to quench my thirst for water.
I'd kill you to fulfill my unchained, but caged desires.
If time were stoppable
And hypocrisy improbable
I would make you understand
Let you experience firsthand
How to wallow in self-suffering and
What it’s like to have nothing
Poor Kids in Bangladesh
Poor kids in Bangladesh;
sweat, tears, heat, fears.
Poor kids in Bangladesh.
Trying to hide how my stomach feels
How long has it been since I had a meal?
The Money is dust.
Hunger is rust:
robbing me senseless,
caressing me senseless.
Hunger, that foul fiend!
The little girl on the street
knew how to keep a beat.
The little girl on the street
kept people on the edge of their seat.
The older girl on the street
couldn't make ends meet.
Like the shimmering dust of gunpowderI was wounded by his eyes like gunpowderLifeless, but with the potential to combustLike that paints the parking lotBeneath our feet
Childish Innocence ripped away,
it’s now dark outside, yet it is day.
“How can they smile, laugh, and play?”,
when my childish innocence was just ripped away.
Accidently created, always viewed with disgust,
EXUSES ARE FOR THE WEAK
FOR THE LAZY AND THE MEEK.
thats what my teacher says to me.
yes sometimes
MY DOG ATE MY HOMEWORK
just doesnt fly.
but tell me why, tell me how,
Out of place, he sits there.
As though ignorant
Of judgment and pity.
Dirt in the creases of his coat,
the pleats of his scarf,
the wrinkles of his face
Disappearing into his aged beard.
It might have been a beautiful day,
If it wasn’t for what’s coming my way.
The sky is blue,
The cow bellows moo,
The birds are singing,
The church bells ringing,
The sun is bright
Theology twisted, robbing the poor
Sick religions have the saints misunderstood
U.S. economy in it for self
Rich stiff necked scholars still seeking knowledge
But graduated from a top Ivy League college
Feel the adrenaline through my veins,
the passion that flows through them.
Master of fire and the flames,
perfecting the art of how to use them.
The sound of my knife on my board,
i
scrubbed violently at the grime on my skin
filth dirt stain soot
struggled to cleanse the grease out of my hair
dirty oily unwashed
When I was younger
I would sit in the back of the classroom without saying a single word
My teacher would always call on me
I can smell it.
It makes my stomach
growl, yet churn.
My mouth begins to water,
as I take in the scent.
I refuse it,
the urge to taste.
I have the strength.
I will reach my goal.
Here one day, gone the next.
My dear child, why so soon?
The light of hope in my dismal life
struck down by hunger.
My dear child, why so soon?
Seeing your simple happiness filled my life with joy.
I can never speak, the words come out
twisted and jumbled and ran together
as if the sentences I form were hit by
a train on its track
When I write everything comes
out clearly I can write on for
As the rich get richer
the poor are gettin poorer
we are all one spieces
like a horse is a horse
they get it they look out for each other
like a lion is a lion
hunting together surviving together
There it is: nowhere, the idea has left Like a lightning bolt striking the air, and as deft As a mouse escaping beneath the stair- Where it has gone to I never shall know Nor am I intent on finding out anymore-
Foodies, fooderific, foodatious, and foodery
Flavorful and filling
Feverishly feasting on the fundamental answer to life
wishing, waiting, wondering, counting the seconds until those cheese sticks...
Whisper, whisper in my ear.
Tell me a story no one wants to hear.
Invite my soul into yours.
Let me walk with you upon the shores.
And when I have drank the thought from your mind,
Imagine the Hunger
Imagine the hunger
Of a child so longing
For a pinch of pepper
Or a smidgen of salt
Imagine the hunger
Of a child so longing
For a hug from strong arms
Or a kiss of soft lips
Do you think the politics matter?
Do you think that whoever takes the big chair will determine if your family is fed tomorrow?
Is this what life is?
Only the known ones
Only the pure ones
Can make it anywhere
Only the divine ones
Only the heavenly beings
Are carried on feathery wings
To the heights of riches
It's human nature, part of what we are
Hunger: the desire or need for something
but do we stop to see if the world is up to par?
If a moment was taken to look around
to see what we surround
we see hunger
What moves us currently
Is it money, be it currency
It chokes the breathless
As it starves the hungry
Because the absence of power
Is the absence of currency
The power to move
The power to act
I am from the heart of the world
from war and peace
I am from the dragons blood
and from the lions heart
I am from the pines and the woods
whose strong and alive
I am from the sea and the desert
Music is emotion, it soothes my soul. It feeds my dreams to reach my goal.
If you're hungry and have no food, it does more than just affect your mood.
Nothing else matters.
Can you see them?
The ones hurting
Crying
Dying
I can
You go on with life
As if nothing’s wrong
Everything’s perfect
But I know you hear them
Children,
Quiet nights, chubby toes, imaginary friends in class.
Water balloons, ice cream trucks, green blades of grass.
Children,
Mistakes made, processing death, moving away with dad.
Broken perfection, Hell slips into Heaven
Sin crashes, and its fire causes damage
Touching every man and all his possessions
Burning flesh
Searing hearts
Breaking wills
Zero
Zero dollars because the last bit went to the food that now digest slowly in our stomachs.
As it was sliding down my hungry throat, I thought, "This is it, this is the end."
It rains.
And it rains.
Living in the forlorn world of slavery, being
discriminated against by some of the white
race- due to my colored face.
my love and hunger to be the absolute best is endless
there are people that want to see me fall, in my eyes, your existence is lifeless
critics often criticize me for many, my words will leave you breathless
Of shrimps and steaks and sizzling soups
And turpentine rolls and cabbage groups
Comes a man of greedy, vicious frosting
The essence of virtue he is lacking.
An effervescent mind when he wants it to be
Six months.
Six months till freedom.
Monotonous days,
early hours,
hard work,
lectures and tests gllore.
They stand above me eyes like knives
I watch the rich go threw their lives
This is not the life I'd planned
My story's lost, a message in sand
I have a heart, flesh, tears and bone
what are we but specks of dirt
with too much lust and savage thirst
who reap the land of all that's good
till never more is there what stood
and who am i but empty face
consumed by this empty race
Hunger is a longing,
a need to be held,
a desire to be loved.
It burns like a flame,
never satisfied, never quenched.
Hunger is a longing,
a need to be held,
a desire to be loved.
It burns like a flame,
never satisfied, never quenched.
