hunger

FUTILE

I tire of love and terrorism, the
way my broken heart lay claim
to territory unknown before; the
way the softness of these blankets fall
like bombs in your wake; the
way the hunger for calm strikes and
starves and
feeds in rations; the
way this post trauma stands guard
at closed eyes and
changes sentry as I awaken;
the way it loops itself about my mushroom cloud, and
belts its breath on my cheek. I
tire of scratching at hope like
hope is a trivial blush at another chance. I
grow weary of this kamikaze daze,
my eyes the fluorescence of every wound un-bared. I
ignite from within, limp and lost
from so much exploding without.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 12 July, 2017

BOOK SAUCE (HAIKU)

Taste of me, these words –
a conundrum to lick clean.
Tongue hungry, I write.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 31 May, 2017

SILENCE LIKE WINE

it is not okay
to spill silence like wine
into my emptied heart
for it is already filling with emotion
and the hungry spaces in between
are not for getting drunk

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 24 April, 2017

NOURISHMENT OF THE HEART

Nourishment of the Heart

Nourishment of the heart
feeds a variety
of rising hungers

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 8 July, 2012

THE MOUTH OF SILENCE

The Mouth of Silence

Fluid
the mouth of silence
while the drowning poet
writes to starve the
mind of words

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 22 November, 2015

CHANCE TO TASTE (HAIKU)

Crawl to hungry arms:
inside, the love that builds dreams.
Taste the chance to fly.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 16 October, 2015

APPETITE

Apetite

If I starved myself of food
I would never feel empty
because someone
with a taste for beauty
made you delicious.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 12 January, 2014