Feed The Heart - Tuppence A Sweet

Feed The Heart - Tuppence A Sweet

A Poem by Gillzy
"

I was single and hungry!

"

My heart: empty.
It needs fuel,
To fill it and fulfil all my wants
Simultaneously.
And like a baby I want what I can't have.
I want to satisfy it's hunger.
Not caring where it comes from
To just gorge on all that I am told
I should not have.

I no longer want to farm,
And reap the rewards of lots of
Hard,
Hard
Work.
Having to tend to the fields of love,
And be careful of how it grows.
I don't want the hassle of knowing
That the crops could come up bare.
Leaving me with nothing,
Again.
Starving, again.

To eat sweets and have all my heart's desires.
To have my cake and eat it too.
When I'm hungry, I'm hungry.
I want a quick fix.
Just one quick, delectable burst of passion.
To quench this famine,
And stop my heart from rumbling.

I don't expect to enjoy the cheap thrill
Of something so sweet,
So sickly,
So bad for me.
But why expect any more than that.
When the time comes,
If they hang around,
They'll wish they hadn't.
If I expect my teeth to rot,
When the time comes
I won't be so heartbroken.

© 2008 Gillzy


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I love it all...

...from the last two stanzas down. The first two don't leap out at me with anything particularly meaningful; though, I guess the metaphors are okay. I liked this the best:

"To eat sweets and have all my heart�s desires.
To have my cake and eat it too.
When I�m hungry, I�m hungry.
I want a quick fix."

You combine an eloquent grasp of the language with a short, punchy line at the end. Awesome.

Cut out those first two stanzas and it's a brilliant poem. : )

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

oooh the hunger like I've never been able to stop feeling. Dorito kisses and sex like jelly babies for the baby. I'll cry my ugly wee lungs out for some f*****g munchies! Feed me feed me love me feed me love me in an endless dribble of feed me love me baby

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Such low expectations, Gillzy. Your value is not meaured in pounds of sugar, but the weight of your soul. If you must eat sugar, then so be it; but don't ever diet your soul. I hope that you find happiness again, so, and I know that you will. All the best. Rob

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Gillzy
Gillzy

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