Hungry

Yeah. I'm sad and stuff. Writing helps sort things out sometimes. :D

Sometimes I dream of carving out my skin.

Laying myself out to dry

Thin and sculpted.

How dreamy to earn perfection.

Although no one can hear

nobody knows.

Racing, Hatings.

Crying, and pulling. 

Staring at an image

I can no longer see

I lock the chest

it burns.

Reviews

[Patrick Henry]

Acquiring the skills of what is perceived as "experience", really is just everyone in their own right, finding a way to explain silently what parts of our self-identity is important to us and when to champion others for what THEY are good at when it selfishly appears to us as "unique" or "valid". Putting away the demons that start such lowly thoughts and learning to direct them into positive paths that lead to us living a more spiritual and/or fulfilling life.... is was is at stake!! This is probably going to sound like rambling, but that part would prove to be unintentional if you've read my comments of past. I love this poem and lend it to the very idea that we are always readjusting, rebuilding, and reinventing ourselves. Wonderful job with this piece!! Beautiful Anina. xoxo -Mark

[Anina]

I love all of you!

[An owl on the moon]

Such a brilliant, introspective write... the pain voiced with vivid, stirring shadows... I lived years longing to sleep... hating to wake... Wishing you brighter days ahead filled with all things good, dear poet.

[Rob Santana]

Your first three lines of this poem............I LOVE THEM!!!!! That is some clever wicked choice of words there. Good job on this write.

[Chris]

It's hard having "flaws".
Dealing with the "need'
- to be ...perfect
...and you KNOW
you just will never be quite
- perfect.

But all the "dreams" -
everyone else
...and here I sit
watching the world
- wishing so hard
...but I'm not
perfect.

Chris