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Bridget Aug 2017
Slowly it creeps in…
Interrupting our day,

At any given point, early or late..
An ache, an unquenchable thirst…
One that fills our stomachs with grumbling pangs

Desires unknown.
Satiation needed.

We live our whole lives taste-testing…
Adding a dash of this, and a pinch of that.
Looking along steadily for the right ingredients

Indulging, experimenting
To create the perfect, delectable dish

Attempts to appease the hunger inside

For that certain something
we can’t quite put our finger on.

Fortunately, for those
with a pickier palate,
the world is a smorgasbord of appetizing opportunities

a la carte.

Each perfectly prepared to placate the pangs of deprivation.

Some develop a propensity to the sweet savor of friendship
garnished with laughter and smiles,

The lush decadence of romance
infused with the spice of passion and intimacy,

The tangy taste of adventure
swirling with titillating thrills and discoveries

eager to try it all.

Others, looking for fast-food fulfillment,
Merely experiencing the bland, unappetizing selections of life’s menu…
Are left deprived…
momentarily pacified
hungry …
Ever wanting more.

Nevertheless, Despite our hunt,
For tasteful satisfaction,

Whether a seasoned slow-roast
Or a processed package

we all create our own comfort dish.
Our special go-to..

…Satiation
Janae Jul 2017
I want a hug
that stops wars
something like never before

A hug that
helps everyone sleep
doesn't even have to be quietly

A hug that
makes everyone smile
if even for a short while

A hug that
makes sure everyone is feed
and well kept

A hug that loves all
from shortest to tall

A hug that just makes everyone equal
to treat each other like people

I want that hug
and you give me a shrug
David Cunha Jun 2017
Tried everything,
Only a mother's love can mend
A broken heart,
And feed an empty soul.
Beau Scorgie Apr 2017
My father always told my sister and I
not to bite the hand that feeds.
But I look down at my hands
and see scars where my own teeth
have drawn blood.
nmo Apr 2017
wake up at six 6am.
grab my phone.
check my feed.

you are always
there.
first post.
always wearing
your beautiful
smile.

maybe the algorithm
realized how
i stare at our photos,
some nights
before sleeping.

maybe he
makes the sum
of our unsaid words
and multiplies it
by those nights
i fell asleep in
your chest.

maybe he
never heard
our fights.
the shouting,
the crying.
or maybe he did
but just choose
to keep them
out of the equation.

maybe he
knows
you are still
the first person
i think of
when i wake.

i scratch my eyes
and keep scrolling.
Zero Nine Mar 2017
Too surprised to find
aglow,
pictures of you fallen
long faded and broke
I believe the fractured memories
hide better tastes underneath
abuse, and neglect
Forget
for one moment,
the two lives split open,
the two eating entrails,
stitched eyes, pretending
they were not human beings
Now my tongue pretends that
the juices have turned bitter,
when I long for love
I'd drink you all day,
suppressing hate that
imperfect ink fade
has left a burning stain.
It's nearing its approach again.
we were like dying leaves in autumn
we even fell with beauty and grace
to our deaths, only to be stepped on
and have every dry vein in us, crack!
until we become dust, that the living
world breathes in, to feed off our death
and to feel alive

-Kaya
Poetic T Aug 2016
Though man seeds no milk
she feeds upon my breast,
gluttony sustaining upon my
being and I am irrigated.

She is subtle on her needs
gently massaging me into
subjugation and I wilfully
rest upon her jagged shoulders.

I am a depleted image that is
fading with the contemplation
that I am but a vessel of her heeding
and soon I will be a husk of silence.

But in tainted milks there is thoughts
of freedom, that stigmata on her
yearnings and sour aromas now tainting
her hold over my essence now screaming.

I was her substance, now I am desecrated
shell of near nothingness. But I'm wilful
of her disposition and she is fading upon
the lilies of waters that drown her needing.

She is drowning in ill thoughts wanting to
devour my being, but I am a new blossom
and she is that which has fallen a leaf of
decayed time and I am now a free flower.
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