Hungry

Hungry

A Poem by (☞゚ヮ゚)☞Emmett☜(゚ヮ゚☜)
"

It can not be seen, and it can not be heard, but it can be felt, and it can be burned.

"
As the curling clouds of winter come rolling in my brain,
Whooping cries escape my mouth and make my voice go strain.
Reddish lips smack and lick from the aromas all around,
Out in town, I look up and down and hear a hungry growl.

It is me, shivered down, the famish wearing me thin.
So dark, I can not see, but there is light within.
I promise naught but worthless words that only seek a truth,
So I mooch, then I shoot my current signs of naked youth.

Cackle now and sizzle down, the touch so hot in ashy hands.
Lead in them, a happy end, for once what I planned.
Flourish now in their defeat that the Man is down and dead.
I asked a question and it's not my intention to think of what they said.

Scarlet snow don't atone and expands into the sea.
My reign of ignorance can not be beat, at least from what I've seen.
I'm still not full so I cry and pull, and the hair falls from atop my head.
The thick bright snow, cold and alone, is then dripped on by it's red.

The next show I lured before make my saliva burn like acid.
I raise the hatchet, mad in action, and chopped with feelings placid.
They burned so fast, they did not last, but I got a good quick whiff.
The taste was bitter as I savored the flavor in each last sniff.


© 2011 (☞゚ヮ゚)☞Emmett☜(゚ヮ゚☜)


Author's Note

(☞゚ヮ゚)☞Emmett☜(゚ヮ゚☜)
This poem is really hard for me to express. I feel like it's hard to understand, like some of the lines don't blend well together and are not related. It's all related in my head, I just don't know if anyone who reads it will get it. I mean, it's not really meant to be taken literally. ...Oh well. I spent weeks on it, time to just move on. I got stuffs to do anyway. = w =;;;

I'd really like some constructive criticism on this. Help, opinions, and what not.

...I probably won't get it, but oh well, I'm moving on with mah life, man! Dx

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Lol, Y does this Poem not suprise me. It is a lil confusing at first but other than that it is really good. And is this a poem about being hungy or how missing something in general cause cause a empty feeling like hunger????

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is really cool and funny to me. I love how you were able to write a poem about being hungry! At least I think thats what the poem is about... whether I'm right or wrong all I know is that I like it. Keep it up.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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