The stream of ideas ceases to flow,

And now I don’t know,

If my thirst will be quenched.

Creativity, once abundant,

Now eaten by the rats,

And starve me frail for endless days.

My brain lies thin and weak,

And I stare at what once was mine,

In the screen of my mind.

I grow ill over time,

Ill of waiting for the cash,

That buys me an idea,

Motivation and nutrition.

(I THINK I HAVE WRITERS BLOCK...

His heart was hungry.

Starving for a satisfying love.

Malnourished for years with tightropes and earthquakes. He never got his bearings.

Swimming in a sea of endless heartache. Drowning with desire of something real....

Most people understand hunger

as a lack of food

Of an emptiness

A hole inside you you long to fill

But it’s not

It’s a constant clawing

Digging deep

always

Ripping flesh

Tearing me apart

second

by

ticking

second

It’s not empty

It’s full

full of pain

and suffering

Something that will never never end

Even if i get out of this place

I will always be hungry

Always be dying...

The monster stirs somewhere beneath the sand. Gritty grains roll over warty, jerky-dry skin with every guttural groan of restlessness. Of thirst. Of hunger. Of loneliness.

Many suns have passed since, each one rising to unleash wraith on the dunes. Burning rays stab down, a death stare fixing upon eternity.

Hot headed and cold hearted.

The monster simply crouches there, roasting alive in an oven...

When every piece of chocolate hurts,

When every choice is about numbers,

When mirrors are the enemies,

You’re starving.

When makeup hides the darkened skin,

When bones are sticking through the fabric,

When you’re “too much” and “not enough”,

You’re dying.

When going out feels like a chore,

When all the eyes seem to inspect you,

When water weighs and air abrades,

You’re breaking.

Malnourished -...

morning has broken

But not a word spoken

Eye to eye

Intensity prevails

Yet still a mask and vail

A night of hope

And endless desire

Yet such blank stares

Despite all that transpired

A moment of lust

A glimpse of love

Was that brief moment

A weakness or something from above

So complicated

Yet plain

No one could explain

But us...

But you do not care,

You couldn’t be bothered, nor the least bit concerned.

You didn’t even stay as I was forced beneath the dirt.

The dirt that you walk on and spit at with your tongue,

Just like you walked all over me and everyone in this family.

No, you may say you’re sorry and that you seek forgiveness.

But the things you have done — we will ALWAYS be restless.

Rid us of pain and of all of o...

Oh how I long for someone to hold me

To tell me I am loved

Oh how I yearn for no one to scold me

But to be told I am loved

I need the attention

The affection

The serinity

of love

…

🫀...

Touch

Hold

Hold myself to feel anything

To feel as if someone else is here

I miss the days when someone was there

Near me

With me

The graze of a hand

On my shoulder

On the small of my back

Fingers intertwined

I’m dying for it all

To feel again

To feel the desire

To be wanted by another

Even if for a small fraction of a second

But things have changed

I’m like an animal

Or a child

D...

I am over this,

Being fed this grief.

I wish I am this,

I want this numb to be a thief.

I am stuck with this,

Spoon fed loved one’s passings.

Turn my heart into chrysalis,

So my soul can hold these stings.

I feel it spilling out,

my eyes and mouth.

Losing my ability to shout,

Everything going south.

These shoulders bear all,

Until death wishes to call.

I hold onto her at this ball,

Dancing till...