The hunger

hunger

I was sitting on the edge of that cliff today

Thinking about it

The adventures that coax me in

The stories that pull me out

I was sitting on the edge  of my bed,

Wanting more,

And more

And so I traveled

Across the land

With my pen

Creating stories

That popped out the page

There were knights

And dragons

Kings and Queens

Lovers and Rivals all alike

Nearing the last sentence 

It rang to me

My stomach began to yell

"Feed me" 

Author's Note

This is what happens when I write things, I'll be so into it when suddenly, my stomach yells at me for food xD

Reviews

[Astro]

Been there. Locked in the box flying upwards in the hurricane of thoughts and words. Only able to return back to earth, to sense the emergency of our bodily needs, left wondering what would truly happen if we broke the chains that hold us to our own mortality and flew off with our passions.

[Ravyne Hawke]

I admit, I had a chuckle or two at the end of your poem, but really, you were talking about a hunger all the way through. I really enjoyed the journey.

[unsavable_soul]

Excellent, I just went through this.
Can't say I saw your ending coming which was awesome. This is very solid in my opinion. I felt like I was right there with you reveling in a book or poem, something so powerful i couldn't put it down. Beautiful as usual Seimei.
Truly
Chris

[Fabian G. Franklin]

We must nourish our hearts, minds and spirits as well as our bodies. Sometimes one must be starved for the other's sake...which is why they have fasting in certain religious belief systems. But I always write better after I'm fed. ;o)

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A very sattirical look into the mind of the writer a though we all share, well done, good read.

[Harrisen Viator]

That's hilarious. I like how it's super poetic and filled with imagery and then it shows how your body processes take over. It's such a true statement, it is difficult to work with an empty stomach.