Document (5) Hunger

mari Oct 2018
hunger.
hunger did nothing for me.
it gave me no new growth,
it did not give me strength
for my bones, it did not fill
me with wonder and longing.
hunger could not stay with me.

it romances with tiny spaces
and the idea of belonging,
but my stomach growls louder
than the wolves outside my bed.
i stretch, i shrink, i swallow;

hunger could not fill me up,
hunger cannot take up space,
hunger cannot hold my body
in my bed at night and tell me
it’s all going to be okay.

i swallow you, hunger,
i cast you out,
hunger gave me nothing
and i loved her as nothing, too.
#hunger #stomach #starvation #growth #change #life #women #pain #eat
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hundredth hung hunger hungered hungering
David John Mowers Aug 2017

SALIVA
Way-**-o, Way-**-o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!
The First Man was born of a Dragon,

Someday all men will be consumed by him,

Ate, at the table of their many gods....

I saw a Dragon once, -rotting as flesh,

Have you ever seen the Man called Dragon?

Eating at his tabernacle in peripeteia of vice?

Way-**-o, Way-**-o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!*
And He that sat upon him was Death...
and she that sat upon them was death...
#lyrics #lyricalpoetry #death #dragon #song #origin #myth
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Why The Hunger Games is the best series of our generation

(Yes, better than Harry Potter, get your pitchforks ready)
My first encounter with THG was approximately four years ago, when I had barely turned
fourteen, did not consider myself bilingual and was romantically frustrated. Naturally, I made
several mistakes at the time. First off, I read the series in translation, since I'm not a native
English speaker, and missed out a huge chunk of the significance of the story. Then, as I said, I
was romantically frustrated and thus paid such a monstrous amount of attention to the romance
aspect of the story that I want to bitchslap myself. Finally, at fourteen, I was still ignorant and
uneducated about so many things that I read the series, got hyped for perhaps six months or so,
then forgot all about it, save for the occasional rewatch of the movies. In retrospect, this is
probably one of the biggest mistakes I've ever made. Now, at the ripe old age of eighteen, a
significantly better-read person, waaay more woke, as well as socially aware, I decided to finally
read the series in the original and am finally able to put my thoughts together in a coherent,
educated review of the series.
The Hunger Games has continuously been compared to a number of other books and series,
occasionally put down as inferior and forgettable. In those past few years I managed to read a
great part of the newly established young adult dystopian genre and am able to argue that A.
The Hunger Games is undoubtedly universal and unrestricted to young adult audiences and
that B. it is, without the slightest shade of uncertainty, the best series written in our generation.
While many people draw parallels between The Hunger Games and, say, Battle Royale, the
similarities end with the first book, which, while spectacular in execution, seems unoriginal in
its very idea. As the series unrolls, however, it is hardly possible to compare it to anything, save
for, perhaps, Orwell's 1984. The social depiction and the severe criticism laid down in the very
basis of the story are so brutally honest that it fails my understanding how the series was ever
allowed to become this popular. What starts out as a story about a nightmarish post-
Apocalyptic world works up to be revealed as a cleverly veiled portrayal of our own morally
degraded and dilapidated society (if you're looking for proof, seek no further: as the series was
turned into several blockbuster movies, public interest was primarily concerned with the
supposed love triangle rather than the bitter truths concealed in the narrative). Class
segregation, media manipulation, dysfunctional governments are just the tip of the iceberg
when it comes to the realities that The Hunger Games so adroitly mimics. If I were to dissect,
chapter by chapter, all three books, I'd probably find myself stiff with terror at the accuracy of
the societal portrait drawn by Collins. I strongly advise those of you who haven't read the series
between the lines to immediately do so because no matter how many attempts I make to point it
out to you, you simply have to read the series with an alert sense of social justice to realize that
it doesn't simply ring true, it shakes the ground with rock concert amplifiers true.
Other than the plot that unfolds into a civil war by the third book (the series deals so amazingly
with trauma survival and with depicting the atrocities of war that I am still haunted by certain
images), the characters of the story are what makes it all the more realistic. Though Hollywood
has done a stunningly good job in masking the shocking reality of the fact that these
are children - aged twelve through eighteen, innocent casualties paying for the adults' mistakes;
children forced into prostitution, fake relationships, children forced into maneuvering through
a world of corruption, media brain-washing and propaganda.
Consider Katniss. She is a person of color (olive-skinned, black-haired, gray -eyed, fight me if
you will but she is not a white person), disabled (partially deaf, PTSD-sufferer, malnourished),
falling somewhere in the gray spectrum both sexually and romantically. As far as
representation goes, Katniss is one of the most diverse characters in literature, period. Consider
Peeta, his prosthetic leg (which, together with Katniss's deafness, has been conveniently left out
of the movies) and his mental trauma in the third book. Consider Annie's mental disability.
Consider Beetie in his wheelchair. Consider all the people of color, as well as the fact that
people in the Capitol seem to have neglected all sorts of gender stereotypes (e.g. all the men are
wearing makeup). There is absolutely no doubt that the series is the most diverse piece of
literature out there. Consider this: the typical roles are reversed and Peeta is the damsel in
distress whereas Katniss does all the saving.
Furthermore, the alarming lack of religion (in a brutal society reliant on the slaughter of
children God serves no purpose), as well as several other factors, such as the undisputed
position of authority of President Snow, is suspiciously reminiscent of the already familiar
model of a totalitarian society.
The Hunger Games, in other words, is revolutionary in its message, in its diversity, in the
execution of its idea, in its universality. I mentioned Harry Potter in the subtitle. While this
other series has played a vital role in the shaping of my character, it has gradually receded to
the back line for several reasons, one of which is how problematic it actually is. This, though, is
a problem for another day. (The Hunger Games is virtually unproblematic and while it may be
argued that the LGBTQ society is underrepresented, a momentary counterargument is that ***
has a role too insignificant in the general picture of the story to be necessary to be delved into
this supposed problem). Where I was going with this is that, at the end of the day, Harry Potter,
while largely enjoyed by adults and children alike, is a children's book and contains a moral
code for children, it was devised to serve as a moral compass for the generation it was to bring
up. The Hunger Games, on the other hand, requires you to already have a moral compass
installed in order to understand its message. It is, as I already said, a straightforward critique of
a dysfunctional society, aimed at those aware and intelligent enough to pick on it.
As for its aesthetic qualities, the series is written, ominously, in the present tense, tersely and
concisely, yet at the same time in a particularly detailed and eloquent manner. It lacks the
pretentious prose to which I am usually drawn, yet captivates precisely with the simplicity of its
wording, which I believe is a deliberate choice, made so as to anchor the story to the mundane
reality of the actual world that surrounds us.
That being said, I would like to sum up that The Hunger Games is, to my mind, perhaps the
most successful portrayal of the world nowadays, a book series that should be read with an
open mind and a keen sense of social awareness.
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sunrain afternoon May 2019
the hunger for hunger/white the color of starvation
~for Bill T. Jones~
two poets, laureates both,

on the nature of hunger, they discourse,
in temple, where sacrificing is to living arts
I was there, hungry in every aspect,

seeking wisdom of the hungering nature of human.
examine the word, hunger,

hardly a rolling off the tongue mellifluous.
you growl it from the gut, in gowned resplendent ugliness,
go ahead, try it, it’s coarse and powerful insistent.
awoken empty but for the hunger, hungover from

dancing words and imagery not mine, now mine,
maddeningly demanding my dutiful attentions,
as if hunger was the master, me, obedient pupil.
the clean white slate the IPad re-presents repeatedly,

insulted that I have yet to crayon color it with the coherence
of hunger-exhaled words, dismissive that I am but an also-ran,
my village of lexical too unsophisticated,
the page addressed yet unplanned,
Apple white
is the color of the
starving artist.
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Vincent Allen Vicente-Manuel Dec 2016
I Hunger
I hunger for anything
A dangerous feeling
Greed to me beckoning
To devour myself in wanting
I hunger for all beings

Be it be beasts or non living
A horrible truth so appaling
Yet it keeps me craving
I hunger for what I had

I hunger for what I have
I hunger most for love
I hunger for everything I can't have
Greed is such a strong word
#love #want #hunger #crave

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~for Bill T. Jones~





Apple white
is the color of the
starving artist.
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I Hunger
A dangerous feeling


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Vincent Allen Vicente-Manuel
(Philippines)
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Poetic T Dec 2014
Dead Hunger
Flesh* was the *delicacy
Upon dead lips it was warm,
Blood did taste like a wine of
Seventy
Four
Years
The younger years
Were drank to fast,
To tender from the bone,
They never lasted long,
Till the
Hunger,
Fever,
Starvation
Of the dead took hold,
Yearning for the warmth,
"bodies numb"
To digest, blood still pumping warm
There was less living to feast
Only the cold hunger,
Like packs we hunted,
Never in need of rest
Rotting on jagged bones
Minds,
Bodies,
Soulless
Hunger that needed, wanting
To be fulfilled
We feel
We feel the hunger
We feel the hunger of the flesh,
We are dead in the heart but warmth
Is our comfort,
Warmth of fresh flesh, blood
Coursing down our throats
I consumed a vintage
Forty
Five
Old
She taste bitter, but we drank our full
Till nothing left,
We hunger for warmth, we are the **dead.
Was really hungery when this came to ink..
#dead #drink #cold #warmth #comfort #hunger #flesh
Evangeline Ruth Hope Oct 2019
Hunger
"The world produces enough food to feed everyone, yet 155 million children are chronically
malnourished and 820 million people suffer from hunger."
United Nations Facebook Page
October 16, 2018
(World Food Day)
I see hungry people,

I see them almost every day
They walk the same streets that I walk
They look at me and I try to
Choose to look back
Who are these people?

Why are they hungry?
I can't afford right now

To roll down my window and
Hand a few bucks to every
Person with a sign on a
Street corner
But I can afford them a smile

A look into their eyes that says you
Are no different than me
I see your hunger
And it's not
OK
It's never OK
I'd be right there next to you
Begging on the street corner
If things were just
A little different
"Poverty is the principal cause of hunger. The causes of poverty include lack of resources,
unequal income distribution in the world and within specific countries, conflict and hunger
itself."
"Hunger is also a cause of poverty, and thus of hunger, in a cyclical relationship. By causing
poor health, small body size, low levels of energy and reductions in mental functioning, hunger
can lead to even greater poverty by reducing people’s ability to work and learn"
#hunger #homelessness

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~for Bill T. Jones~





Apple white
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starving artist.
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I Hunger
A dangerous feeling


Written by
Vincent Allen Vicente-Manuel
(Philippines)
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Poetic T Dec 2014
Dead Hunger
Flesh* was the *delicacy
Upon dead lips it was warm,
Blood did taste like a wine of
Seventy
Four
Years
The younger years
Were drank to fast,
To tender from the bone,
They never lasted long,
Till the
Hunger,
Fever,
Starvation
Of the dead took hold,
Yearning for the warmth,
"bodies numb"
To digest, blood still pumping warm
There was less living to feast
Only the cold hunger,
Like packs we hunted,
Never in need of rest
Rotting on jagged bones
Minds,
Bodies,
Soulless
Hunger that needed, wanting
To be fulfilled
We feel
We feel the hunger
We feel the hunger of the flesh,
We are dead in the heart but warmth
Is our comfort,
Warmth of fresh flesh, blood
Coursing down our throats
I consumed a vintage
Forty
Five
Old
She taste bitter, but we drank our full
Till nothing left,
We hunger for warmth, we are the **dead.
Was really hungery when this came to ink..
#dead #drink #cold #warmth #comfort #hunger #flesh
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Evangeline Ruth Hope Oct 2019
Hunger
"The world produces enough food to feed everyone, yet 155 million children are chronically
malnourished and 820 million people suffer from hunger."
United Nations Facebook Page

October 16, 2018
(World Food Day)
I see hungry people,

I see them almost every day
They walk the same streets that I walk
They look at me and I try to
Choose to look back
Who are these people?

Why are they hungry?
I can't afford right now

To roll down my window and
Hand a few bucks to every
Person with a sign on a
Street corner
But I can afford them a smile

A look into their eyes that says you
Are no different than me
I see your hunger
And it's not
OK
It's never OK
I'd be right there next to you
Begging on the street corner
If things were just
A little different
"Poverty is the principal cause of hunger. The causes of poverty include lack of resources,
unequal income distribution in the world and within specific countries, conflict and hunger
itself."
"Hunger is also a cause of poverty, and thus of hunger, in a cyclical relationship. By causing
poor health, small body size, low levels of energy and reductions in mental functioning, hunger
can lead to even greater poverty by reducing people’s ability to work and learn"
#hunger #homelessness
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Evangeline Ruth Hope
(Transfeminine/South Lake, Utah)
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Pablo Neruda
Love Sonnet XI
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,

your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,

hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
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Carsyn Smith Oct 2014
Hunger
Red , red is the color of my hunger ,
like the blood that flows endlessly from
the cut on my left ring finger . Like the rose
that withered on my front door step . Like the
color of my cheeks or the echoing of a bruise.
Deny myself simple pleasures like the breath of
another or the feel of water. Giving more, more than
I have to satisfy another. My hunger is red like a lung, but
I’m exhaling more than in -- my hunger is your happiness.
Your hunger is a darkness that is simply nothing like a black hole

of constantly collapsing stars that shine like an angler fish’s
allure. Like a deep , deep green that feeds upon the
beautiful . Like a hypnotic blue that envelopes you in
a trance of one thousand pounds . Destroy me like
a lion upon a dying prey . Take and take more
than what is offered . Your hunger is an
endless cavern , inhaling more than out --
your hunger is your gain.
The re-working of a previous work
#love #heartbreak #sad #life #sacrifice #greed #hungry
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Hannah Jones Jun 2017
Cafeteria Catholic
You let me hunger
so that I
starve for You-
without You, die.
You let me hunger

so I know
upon my heart
You want to sow.
You let me hunger

so I feel
satisfaction
when I kneel.
You let me hunger

so I see
priceless Love
upon that tree.
You let me hunger

so I seek
Your strength when
my will is weak.
You let me hunger

so my heart
knows from it,
You'll never part.
You let me hunger
because You thirst
for me to always
love You first.
Lord, I am hungry.
Fill me up
with your Flesh-Bread
and Life-giving Cup.
Lord, I am hungry.
Let me starve.
Upon my heart
Your trademark carve.
Lord, I am hungry.
Thank you, though.
For without hunger
I'd never know
how much I filled
my life with things
that dull Your brilliance
and make kings
of worldly pleasures.
Let me crave
Your Word alone
and help me brave
this war of willpower.
Pave the way
to Your Kingdom
for there I'll stay
for all eternity
if I
let You consume me
till I die.
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noah chen Jul 2012
The Hungry Cat's Tale

What are these pangs
That wake me from my slumber?
Hunger?!? You devilish *******,
My own worst enemy, what ***** is this?
Come to fight me on my own turf,
How dare you? Not even bothering to show your own face.
How fare you? So poor that you must come bother me,
A plump little house cat such as I, truly
You disgust me. Hiss.
.......
From the land of the warming rays you would pluck me
My own sacred home, you disrupt me!
But of course Hunger never goes away on its own,
It’ll ***** at you and **** and wear you down to the bone
Until you feed it some delicate morsel,
Like tuna, perhaps. I was always partial
Towards tuna.
.......
Hunger’s a real witty foe, too,
Never facing you head on, no
It’s much too smart for that.
The fool makes you walk to the kitchen.
That’s about thirty ****** steps for me,
God I despise it; but then of course I have to prep for it!
Mewing pitifully and rolling around on my back,
Enticing that lazy-**** human to tally from his track
And come feed me. Jesus, pity me,
I know I do.
........
“Oh, look at the cute little kitty fuzz awww”
Oh ******* and feed me you ****
“Aw but you’re such a fat little cat! You don’t need the food!”
I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch it, what was that?
I’m dying of hunger over here, mate.
You’re not going to feed me? Just walk away?
Very well, you’ve made your play.
I’m gonna go **** in your shoes,
How’s that for a how-do-you-do?
........
Hunger, my mortal enemy, my only friend,
You’ve won this fight, but it’s not the end.
You might grumble my stomach in sweet revelry,
Taking joy in my delicious misery-
But hark, what’s this before me??
Oh hunky dory, ~purr~
... There’s no way he’s this stupid, for sure...
Oh, but there is, though it cannot be!
My master’s, (unawares), left out a morsel for me.
You hear that, Hunger, it’s fantastic, I’ve won!
(Even though you’re victory had only just begun),
Dear fat master had left out his food, you see
And now I shall feast and set my hunger free.
For in front of me, O Sweet Salvation!
... A sandwich, for my consumer-ation.
i had sort of imagined this being read in a sort of stuck up, lazy british accent.
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Maya Wilson-Fernandez Apr 2015
Hunger
There are times when I can eat the world alive.
The hunger in my veins
glows red-hot and consumes all logic.
The hunger in my veins
rushes to my head and burns up the facade.
The facade of innocence in my eyes
that collapses as the fire mounts and I'm alone.
It takes a special one to banish

the lies in my eyes,
to capture the fire and make it grow.
Darling, the hunger in my veins

it yearns for you.
The hunger in my veins,
it grows anew.
I dreamed of your touch last night,

woke up half insane.
Eros keeps teasing me
with thoughts of you.
Through sun and moonlight
your scent in my rumpled sheets
fills my mind.
Take me
rain hard kisses down my throat.
Take me
slake your lust on the softness of my skin.
Take me
offer up a sacrifice to Aphrodite's son.
Take me
drain the hunger in my veins.
Take me
in between the darkness and the light.
*Satisfy me.
#desire #lust #hunger
Midnight Rain Jul 2016
A Hunger Unleashed
it took me a few years
but i worked my way around
the bookshelf;
gnawing at the images
it had fed my mind,
filling a crave i did not know
still existed.
i had left my mind

starved,
devoid of any adventure.
i had been hungry

for years.
a hunger unlike
any ever before.
the one that could not
be sufficed nor contained by a sustenance
given to the body.
it was a hunger for

knowledge,
a frenzied rush for imagination.
a hunger for days to
pass without my notice.
i was starving for

words,
for people i was
never destined meet.
my fingers craved the
touch of books.
it was like a manifestation
of an illiterate mind to finally claw
at intelligence.
and i took me a few

years but i worked my way
around the bookshelf
and those images....
oh, those images that gave light

like the rising sun
beaming through the forest trees.
my mind ran through
such a forest of tangled
paragraphs and words unspoken,
that were ignited with such a passion, it never
dared to dim.
this was the hunger i

knew in my youth,
when life was a fresh bud
thriving in spring.
my mind had long

forgotten the feeling of dew
settling upon the lips
of a reader who was so
lost in a book to
notice how dawn had risen
from his feet to his head.
but those emotions came flooding

back to me in waves.
my mind no longer
cowers towards ignorance,
nor does it gnaw
on the edges of my books.
now, though i feed the hunger,

it still devours every word,
every line,
like its last meal.
Janmejay Singh Sep 2014
Hunger
A young child
Sitting on the distant shore
of a dream-city,
Watching the golden sun
gleam on its silvery, glowing walls
Cried softly
And the tears of a million children

shone in the droplet
An ocean of hunger
The worms crawled
In the darkness of the dream
from the window etched in the wall
A bedraggled princess screamed
Her tears streamed
to meet the ocean
And the clouds flew

Fierce, dark
The little godlings shrank
from the eyes of the shapeless
Cruel and hungry
And in his hunger for fame

In her hunger for good
They flew, swift and smiling
The wind made their hair flow
Their iridescent skin alight
Their calls soft, magical, low
The worms burned

As their magic rose
The ocean rises, grows
She smiled, because she knows
Love arose
Hunger. Shapeless. Lives
#hungerdreamgreedlovefearoceanpassion
Mattrick Patrick Oct 2015
Hunger
There is a sinking discomfort at my core
my ego falls into a pit of quicksand, lost forever more;
lost to the lingering sorrow--for tomorrow will be
as it was today: languishing, writhing in emptiness...
To trust the world, my mothers breast,

as if the heart of man were best,
suited to the freedom that nature blessed
her children of the wild quest,
is folly of the highest order:
poverty and disorder

corruption from the roots to the fruits;
and the starving of this world abound
unseen and unnumbered.
To feel hunger, to know the dark dimension of despair;

this the tyranny of society perpetuates upon itself:
to be a pauper, a peon, a peasant, a pleb under the rule of another;
to work as a slave to someone else's cause and convenience.
To be individual instead of indivisible,

to be alright with the starving children in Africa
if it means I can buy new shoes.
Hunger does not begin or end with you.

Hunger is the slave master of a thousand and one kingdoms.
Hunger is the gatekeeper to the kingdom of heaven.
Appease him and the world will know peace.

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mari Oct 2018

hunger could not stay with me.

i stretch, i shrink, i swallow;

it’s all going to be okay.

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David John Mowers Aug 2017

The First Man was born of a Dragon,

Way-**-o, Way-**-o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!

Someday all men will be consumed by him,

Way-**-o, Way-**-o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!

Ate, at the table of their many gods....

Way-**-o, Way-**-o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!

I saw a Dragon once, -rotting as flesh,

Way-**-o, Way-**-o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!

Have you ever seen the Man called Dragon?

Way-**-o, Way-**-o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!

Eating at his tabernacle in peripeteia of vice?

Way-**-o, Way-**-o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!

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hunger could not stay with me.

i stretch, i shrink, i swallow;

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raw with love Nov 2015

Why The Hunger Games is the best series of our generation

sunrain afternoon May 2019

the hunger for hunger/white the color of starvation

~for Bill T. Jones~

two poets, laureates both,

I was there, hungry in every aspect,

examine the word, hunger,

awoken empty but for the hunger, hungover from

the clean white slate the IPad re-presents repeatedly,

Vincent Allen Vicente-Manuel Dec 2016

I hunger for all beings

I hunger for what I had

Greed is such a strong word

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David John Mowers Aug 2017

The First Man was born of a Dragon,

Way-**-o, Way-**-o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!

Someday all men will be consumed by him,

Way-**-o, Way-**-o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!

Ate, at the table of their many gods....

Way-**-o, Way-**-o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!

I saw a Dragon once, -rotting as flesh,

Way-**-o, Way-**-o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!

Way-**-o, Way-**-o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!

Eating at his tabernacle in peripeteia of vice?

Way-**-o, Way-**-o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!

And He that sat upon him was Death...

David John Mowers

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i stretch, i shrink, i swallow;

it’s all going to be okay.

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raw with love Nov 2015

Why The Hunger Games is the best series of our generation

the hunger for hunger/white the color of starvation

~for Bill T. Jones~

two poets, laureates both,

I was there, hungry in every aspect,

examine the word, hunger,

Way--o, Way--o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!

Way--o, Way--o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!

Way--o, Way--o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!

Way--o, Way--o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!

Way--o, Way--o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!

Way--o, Way--o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!

Way--o, Way--o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!

Way--o, Way--o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!

Way--o, Way--o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!

Way--o, Way--o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!

Way--o, Way--o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!

Way--o, Way--o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!

Way--o, Way--o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!

Way--o, Way--o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!

Way--o, Way--o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!

Way--o, Way--o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!

Way--o, Way--o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!