im starving for...

Must be 2oo words or less.
No more than 2 post.
The winner must write with emotion.

Ill give an example

Starved

Aching inside my darkness consuming
Rotting away my will is receding
Its when you ignored me this was created
Transforming me inside and now I hate it

Emotions have gone haywire
And I can't stop this desire
My organs are begining to implode
To the point where my mind will explode

There's a tape worm in my gut
Feasting on me alive and nesting but
The pain fills me with temptation
Stealing and claiming my favorite sensation

Draining my sanity to give in
To stay with you and live in sin
To fill my head and fantasise
That I love you and don't despise

We have nothing in common anymore
Its not the same as it was before
Needing to leave but requiring abuse
Not accepting you'll find a new muse

I'm starved for my own release
Sick of mindless forced desease
Diserting my dictaters oppressive rule
Filling with relief showing him the real fool

a good one liked your poem to

"I Saw Her in Passing"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

I was running late for an appointment
Fighting a losing battle against time
And as I turned the corner
I was mesmorized by what I was destined to find

She had a glamorous figure
And her face was so elegant
So much Beauty radiated from her
She must have been Heaven sent

And with the meeting of our eyes
We anxiously exchanged smiles
And hers was so pure
I Prayed to God she was not a child

Because they grow up so fast
So much that eyes can't see the truth
Because booties, thighs and breasts are now developed
In the prime of feminine youth

And she didn't even have the biggest booty
But it looked just so round and soft
And with every jello inspired jiggle
The control of my eyes became more lost

What's her name, what's her age, where's she frome, where's she going
Is she a virgin, is she a freak, is she Holy, is she a mother
So many thoughts raced through my mind
Because, I, at that very moment, desired to be her lover

But time was against me
That's the battle no man can win
If I could, I would climb a mountain to reach her
But the truth is I will probably never see her again

“Beautiful”
by:  Eric L. Boddie

The greatest joy the eye could see was standing right in front of me
I’m talking about the kind of Beauty raised to the sexy degree
So powerful that it made my mind reminisce
Sweet memories of a never ever recorded kiss
It just went through me like a breeze
Plus she smelled like she used Summer’s Eve
She stole her eyes from a cat, and faithfully is how they serve
Bump that Coke bottle shape, she had dead man’s curves
And her toes were well yall already know I got a fetish
I took God’s Gift To Man by the hand and led this
Honey caramel queen to the path of diamond rings
She wasn’t Buddy, she wasn’t one night, not sometimes, not even a fling
What she was was what I needed, when I saw her I was defeated
She was better than my favorite song so you know I pushed repeat it
I Love the way the sun glows in her hair, I even Love her bitch
Even every lady’s got one, you just got to push her to the switch
It wasn’t no 2.3 kids with the house and picket fences
But there was a big back yard with two picnic benches
We learned that Love was relentless, and it never stopped to ask
And preserving the action of this noun was our only task
She fried the bacon that I brought and what I brought was always all
Because we met at the slippery pit of Love so it was easy for us to fall
All I knew was her, and all she read was me
And with her flood gates, she only trusted me with the key
And just so you know that I wasn’t the only thief
With God As The Witness, I gave her all the rights to my beef
Two hearts were stolen, but they are so easy to find
Because in her eyes is the only place I can see mine
And she feels hers in my dedication, that’s my only explanation
Because she understands that she’s my final destination
Sheer perfection was the scene, then I see the news on the screen
Damn Imma be late, it was just a dream….

are contemporary and rhyming both welcome?

Angel Listen  

Angel listen
can you see
something is missing
from inside of me
hear my voice
hear me cry
forgive my choice
before I die .

I skin and bone
you of eternity
will your wings of stone
fly with me
to the far
to unknown
where different stars
begin to glow
another time
where we don't die
and hope is carved
throughout thick skies
embedded years
emotions tears
can your stone moulded
ears hear this
angel listen
angel please
replace the missing
jigsaw piece .

Unborn Nostalgia        

I need you to reinvent
my unborn nostalgia
to strike a dent
in my butterfly neuralgia
a song for when I die
a lament
for us
forever after
to redefine
my scarred memory eye
and sit with me and cry
through to laughter
I greed you too much
I need you badly
for your present state I cannot touch
the arms I would welcome gladly
Instead I act so butch
but apart I fall so sadly
different keys now unlock your doors
but all I ask is open up to me.

DRIVEN MAD WITH LUST

driven mad with lust, what to do

husband working late, used up my fingers, my vibrator

phone around to our friends to see which partner is home

finally find Paul, the stay at home dad, drive over

three children running here and there, we must hurry

in the matrimonial bed, we have quick partially undressed fuck

he zips himself up and checks on the children

when he comes back towel in hand i give him a hand job

great relief....runs outside to check the noise

back in the bedroom, i play with myself until he comes back

asks me to spread, inspects my pussy, fiddles with pubic hair

finds my clitoris, rubs me there - i nearly fall off the bed

i ask him to do me a hand job...and he does it very well

i get my relief but then comes crying....he leaves in a hurry

i get out of there....the children are interfering


the lust is me, burns in my body

what transacted before...was a bandaid solution

i remember David, the sly photographer, who once read my face

told me he would not marry me, i would never be faithful

call him up, he is alone in his studio, come over he says

there i go....David is the forbidden fruit, built tall and blonde

so well hung, i rush into his studio, he holds me in his arms

tells me to take it slow....sees the frenzy in my face

we go and shower in his little room....for special photography

of wives undressed for husbands and other such requests

he soaps me and gets down on his knees to make sure

i am clean down there....kisses me and sucks me...i think i passed the test

he wraps me in a towel and we go to the bed

i go down on my knees to give him head

what a beautiful penis....the largest i can accommodate

i suck him hard, suck his balls, he closes his eyes, says my name

tells me he is glad i came.....i swallow his cum and we lie down

i stretch my legs as wide as i can as David gets his camera

before he will consent to fuck me....he wants to be paid in kind

so 100 photos are taken of my cunt, my breasts, my ass

all variations from classical to crass.....now comes the good part

he lies down next to me and plays with my breasts...asks about Sam

he is the natural father of one of my four babies

he missed seeing me suckling Sam....and my husband never suspected

Sam is doing well, turning 15 soon, like his natural father

has an attachment to his camera....David turns his interest back to me

i guide his penis in, it is so enormous, it is almost a sin

he asks...do you still like it hard, i nod yes

David gives me a workout, like the good old days

he still has stamina....gives me the fuck i was looking for

kisses me goodbye and tells me to kiss my son

well one day well fucked is second to none

A Love I Never Knew
My thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears,
as I lay two red roses across the moon,
wishing you were near.

Your soul was like a star, and we dwelt apart,
your voice whose sound was like the sea,
pure as the naked heavens, majestic, and free.

And how sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank,
here will I sit and let the sounds of music,
whisper in my ears, soft stillness of the night,
for all eternity I will rage,
for a love that I never knew.

Yes, beautifully tortured, I don't want to limit the creativity.
There both welcome.

I was inspired by your thread, here it goes:


What do I want . . . . . . . . ?




A FREAKING GRILLED CHEESE!


You heard me!
I want it with a side of cheesecake
and a chocolate malt.
I want a spicy tuna roll, moo-goo-gai-pan,
ans a cafe latte in GRANDE not tall?

I'm craving Hawaiian pizza and seven layer dip.
I want is fettuccine alfredo,
and a double bacon cheeseburger passing over my lip.

I could go on, but I think you get the point,
I L-L-O-O-V-V-E-E, love Food.
I love to eat and savor it.
Not picky, I try new things.
In fact, I experiment quite a lot.
I mix, whisk, slice, and dice.
And when I feel a little crazy,
I add,  a little, Spice. What?!

Food is a big part of me.
We have been friends since I was a kid.
And it grew into something I never expected.
"How long have we been in a committed relationship?'
Oh, I suppose around 2008.
That is when I started wearing
this size I'm dress in.

Yea, Food's a big part of me.
He's the one residing in all this
space; in my thighs and waist you see.
Yup, that is all Food's.

You know, sometimes,
when he is sitting on the plate, he'll whisper to me,
"Oh girl, we are going to stay
together forever, you know I taste great."
And he wasn't lying, cause like I said,
I have been wearing size 13 jeans since 2008.

He's always there when I need him.
He loves parties, though he doesn't dance.
He's totally game for the holiday family ambush,
as long as you prep him in advance.

Does our relationship has any issues?
Maybe, sometimes.
Like, sure he is there when I need him,
but his solutions to problems are,
"take a couple more bites."

A weight issue? Maybe.
I am a little overweight,
but I kind of like my curves.
And Food has been there to help make all the
peaks, dips, and swerves.

But you know, I want to grow as a person, not in waist.
I want to move through time and space.
And sometimes, when I need him to listen,
he is all up in my face.
I want to experience what the world has to offer,
besides different tastes.

I am sorry Food, but honestly,
my love has grown into hate.
I despise what I love, because the depth
of my love lately, could be measured by the
volume capacity of the plate
off of which I just ate.

I am tired of using you to replace what I really want,

emotion,
affection,

love.

So I am sorry, but Food, I think we should just be friends.
I am starving for real and loving relationships.

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it is totally over the word limit, sorry. and i realize it is a satire, but honestly laughter can be the best medicine for real pains. this is actually something i struggle with, everyday. food, etc. used to replace human connection.

"Red"

Hungry like a high teen,
craving and clawing at any type of it,
I can get it, oh so easily, like a good fuck (in the back of a truck).
It's red as it burns open my stomach, in my fucking head,
I've never known any other type of hunger before.
An ache in my fingers when I try to grasp it,
steaming up like gas from my mouth when I inhale,
a huff and a puff some kind of beautiful high.
My bloated head leans on the cold of a strangers car window,
the hum of a drum connecting to the rap on the radio,
the street lights blurry as they drove.
The danger, the danger of being taken somewhere by a stranger,
not knowing, never knowing if I will die or live.
How many more shots can I drink,
how long until the weed bombs my brain,
how much blood can I lose before I die?
The red, it's adrenaline, danger, risk, and I fucking crave it.

"Yellow"

Heart thinner than most due to starvation,
a watery substance of blood and hope,
hardly bright light in the center of my soul.
Weary eyelids sore from staying open so long at night,
stars burning down like a beacon or flashlight,
the yellow mumble of a stream wrapped around my ankles.
An ocean that I seemed to drown myself in,
fading light getting farther and farther away it seemed,
some kind of majestic God I've never really had.
The yellow is death proof and lives on until I cease to exist,
it's all I don't have in life,
here in the deadly life I can't see,
covered in fog like sick mental illness.
The yellow is happiness, joy, fulfillment and I need it.

For This and For That


I am starving
For hello and not for goodby
And praying for truth and not for a lie
I've heard it before, but cannot believe
Those simple words, “I will never leave”

I am starving
For love and not for a friend
And looking for real and not for pretend
I'm tired of the lonely and the cold
And wish I could be bright and be bold

I am starving
For laughter and not for gloom
And craving for someone to ask and not to assume
I wish someone would see that despite that I'm strong
I haven't yet found where it is I belong

I am starving
For trust and not for betrayal
And hope to succeed and not to fail
I need to feel safe to let down my walls
And not feel afraid that I won't be caught if I fall

I am starving
For a touch that only love can bring
And seeking for the song that my soul was born to sing
And on the other side of that unknown tune
Hopefully lies the one I can truly commune

The skeletons are cluttering my closet door;
Sobriety is nearing, but I still can't feel.
The Vampire inside has drained every droplet of authenticity-
She plucked each feather of hope.
Now a desolate shell, my fate is sealed.
Shrieking with desperation to surrender-

     Ahhh there's that bitter, chalky escape.

My cheeks flush; my mind slows;  my heart forgets.
Am I sleeping? Have I slept?
The bats are back again, and my Vampire finds solace in this union.
All consuming emptiness envelopes my soul.