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"hangry" poems
Some days all I feel is pain Pouring down on me like rain Feeling sorry for myself and everyone else Some days I feel so happy Shining on me bright and snappy Basking in all my love. Snug as a glove Some days I feel so angry Perhaps, I am really hangry Not my best mood Needing food Some days I feel it all Terrified to wonderful And in between so it seems
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Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 12:51 PM UTC
Some Days I Feel
I found myself a seat at the table among greens and violated vegetable and I’m wondering if I am able to stay calm and sit there stable while staring into a Buddha bowl searching for some peas in my soul I’m looking down so hungry the side dish appearing so angry like that smashed green avocado near the pile of mashed potato and the cut and diced main dish beside the chopped chives and sliced spinach Quiche These vegetarians are not so nice beating the egg and whipping the rice and this fruit punch I’m drinking by dessert, has me thinking they’re as aggressive, and more violent and cruel, as a carnivore
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Aug 14, 2021
Aug 14, 2021 at 7:04 AM UTC
Hangry Vegetarian
Of the 364 un-birthdays, best occupied by your craziest , unthoughtful and refillable teaports, who rather like to celebrate year round with you, though uninvited, it would be wise you decline hosting the party too. "Well, why not? What's wrong with a Thinking party everyday?"    I hear you asking.  Is what they do best by default afterall -- one is naturally invited whether one likes it or not.   My reply would be "Mad Unthinking does not a party make!"   Unless you like going on hater shooting rampage.  Otherwise, battling the twinkle little tea trays hovering in your delusional sky is rather, shall I say, a pointless endeavor.  Far better you meditate on that. Luckily too, the only day they wont be celebrating is that one day on your special birth date.   Since it's the single time of year you're more than likeliest the happiest by design, among friends and families!   But why just limit it to a day in the entire calendar year?   You should "happily uncelebrate bad-everything " or "celebrate happily good-nothing" for the 364 days in your mind.  And all should be well.   Just remember, lift the tall hat and check under the hood, you may discover mad party always get you plenty of room.   But they merely recycle as a visage.  Chances are, you'd love to gate-crash and bring your best butter and bread knife to spread it all over time.  There's no "while" as they "mean", so to speak.   Especially when you are hangry and you had "nothing" yet, taking less is far healthier than filling up a buffet of nutrionless bad food.    Like clouds in the sky, let them go. About that Raven too.  They are just cryptic messenger going backward and forward with unintelligible riddles that will spin your too clever head to a nevar resting point.  The codename is analysis paralysis.   Akin to a kite in the sky, you can break the thread.   Otherwise, you may end up like Alice to steal time, beat time, pass time and may get lost in a treacle well with much surgarcoating and sentimentality. Only to wake up 2 hrs later than you should have, to reality around you.   So let it be known, and shed light into, the unknown parts of the 364 unbirthdays.  If you manage to go out, have some social bake and cake among humans now and then, you'll soon forget to uncelebrate them and lose all the over-muchness anyway.   That's my wish for you !
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Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 2:59 AM UTC
My Unbirthday Wish To You
Of the 364 un-birthdays, best occupied by your craziest , unthoughtful and refillable teaports, who rather like to celebrate year round with you, though uninvited, it would be wise you decline hosting the party too. "Well, why not? What's wrong with a Thinking party everyday?"    I hear you asking.  Is what they do best by default afterall -- one is naturally invited whether one likes it or not.   My reply would be "Mad Unthinking does not a party make!"   Unless you like going on hater shooting rampage.  Otherwise, battling the twinkle little tea trays hovering in your delusional sky is rather, shall I say, a pointless endeavor.  Far better you meditate on that. Luckily too, the only day they wont be celebrating is that one day on your special birth date.   Since it's the single time of year you're more than likeliest the happiest by design, among friends and families!   But why just limit it to a day in the entire calendar year?   You should "happily uncelebrate bad-everything " or "celebrate happily good-nothing" for the 364 days in your mind.  And all should be well.   Just remember, lift the tall hat and check under the hood, you may discover mad party always get you plenty of room.   But they merely recycle as a visage.  Chances are, you'd love to gate-crash and bring your best butter and bread knife to spread it all over time.  There's no "while" as they "mean", so to speak.   Especially when you are hangry and you had "nothing" yet, taking less is far healthier than filling up a buffet of nutrionless bad food.    Like clouds in the sky, let them go. About that Raven too.  They are just cryptic messenger going backward and forward with unintelligible riddles that will spin your too clever head to a nevar resting point.  The codename is analysis paralysis.   Akin to a kite in the sky, you can break the thread.   Otherwise, you may end up like Alice to steal time, beat time, pass time and may get lost in a treacle well with much surgarcoating and sentimentality. Only to wake up 2 hrs later than you should have, to reality around you.   So let it be known, and shed light into, the unknown parts of the 364 unbirthdays.  If you manage to go out, have some social bake and cake among humans now and then, you'll soon forget to uncelebrate them and lose all the over-muchness anyway.   That's my wish for you !
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Grumbles and mumbles as my inner workings tumble And all my kindness packs its bags for someplace fuller Left alone, just me and the bone to pick with plenty of meat left clinging all 'round I snarl, I gloom I stare 'round the room and I impatiently await food entering my face Hungrily angry Hangry for short Don't come near me, until I've eaten, good sport.
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May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC
Partially inspired writings
you kissed me in public where our coworkers could have seen. you brought me a packet of sugar for my office coffee. you shared your chocolate with me when i was crabby and hangry. i want you. i need you. you make me happy.
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Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 7:10 PM UTC
the little things.
Pardon me, you're in my way. Move the **** over, or your *** I will slay.
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Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 8:38 PM UTC
Lunch Line (Hangry)
What tragedy is it to see what is coming People dying people starving no way to survive No way to eat the hangry must go on The poor must suffer it is the consequences we pay for not knowing The real virus isn't itself but humanity is the real threat We can't coexist as one blood and flesh Everyone wants war where is the peace where is the love
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May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 5:34 PM UTC
The real virus
I want you. Mind, body & soul. I want you; on early mornings with the sun on your face. on cloudy nights accompanied by the pitter patter of rain. I want you; with your smoldering kisses, setting off fireworks in my mouth. with your soothing smile, dousing the fires within. I want you; with your calm level headed talks, the voice of reason when I lose my way. with your special blend of crazy, flowing into my own. I want you; with a runny nose and a sore throat, mewing to be taken care of. with a flash of anger and unpredictability in your eyes commanding to be fed. I want you; in love and lust and hangry. in the best of times & the worst. Although I run the risk of sounding like a lovestruck teenage fool, forever, I want you.
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Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 10:55 AM UTC
Run The Risk