Hungry For Love

Uncertain's picture

You'll punch me in the eye
And my skin will be a bruised banana
With my eyes leaking like a squashed grape

I will tear my heart out
Attack and stab it
Cut it and slice it
Like steak
And feed it to your hungry desires

Tears drenched my remaining sorrows
Like the leftover pasta from last night
Yet I still try to swallow the baked coldness



Icarus's picture

i want to laugh, but i don't

i want to laugh, but i don't know why. it's a really good poem, your imagery is awesome, very cool. i like it.

then again, i always love your stuff.

"Yes! No! Oh, damn!"

Uncertain's picture

Thanks :D

Thanks~ I checked out your homepage a while ago and I luv your work as well. Yeah. :D

Hyacinthus's picture


I agree very nice imagery, made me kinda hungry.

"Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs,
Silence that spoke, and eloquence of eyes."
- The Iliad (bk. XX, l. 315), (Bryant's translation)

Uncertain's picture

lol repeated comment oops

lol repeated comment oops

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