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.
I close my eyes and think about the past. War. Bloodshed. Violence. Was beauty a hidden witness to all this horror?
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."
quarrels or misunderstandings. be it any kind of chaos. i'd still come back to you, just to taste your LOVE all again.
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".