My Tongue's Ecstasy

Hate to Love It

I love food

It's like a hint of ecstasy to my taste buds

And a short moment of dead emotions

But so much pain has this simple pleasure caused me

Constantly thinking about it with intense thoughts 

Not pleasant ones 

So I locked myself in my room 

To keep me from going into the kitchen

And shoving every single edible item into my mouth

Sometimes I ate so fast

That my taste buds were only somewhat awakened

But I ate until my stomach started to cry

And until I started to cry

I hate food 

Author's Note

This poem was inspired by eating disorders. Feel free to state your opinion on the subject. I don't really like the way it flows but hope you still enjoy reading it :)

Reviews

[Pax Analog]

I know eating disorders are a serious matter, but there is a hilarious side effect to this lucid piece, satirizing the lure of taste buds, and by inference all senses.

It suggests a series exploring the addictive deliriums of sight, sound, smell, and touch as well.

I think the piece reads well as is, and could just as easily be constructed as prose. You break it down verse-wise well though. Should be "awakened" 4th line from bottom.

Good work.

[Amit Parmessur]

Challenging subject... nice piece.

[nothingnothingforgetfor..]

Such a deep message behind this, that im sure some can definitely related to. Wonderful piece Melissa. =)

[Chris]

I like the philosophy behind this. Just imagine replacing food with cocaine or another drug. It fits perfectly.

I like how this isn't meant to be a fancy, overdone piece, but rather a kick straight into the jaw to show and expose the drug we call food.

Simple yet profound piece with a message that I can heavily relate to. Well done