I did a "Golden Shovel" poem using these lines from a poem I wrote earlier: Sleep to fan the flame of hunger/ hunger, hurry, hunger hunt her hollow heart.
Hunger
By Malani Carita
Outside my window driving sleet.
It's rain but colder, harder, to-
ugher. Natural power. I'm a fan
celebrating the side of the
human being that hides the flame,
the need for satisfying of
that darker size filled with hunger.
A deep grey thirst, deeper hunger
for a power. Hurry, hurry,
colder, harder, full your hunger
find the source that satisfies; hunt.
Find her, kiss her, power, thrill her
Rain but colder, harder, hollow
deeper, tougher, hungry heart.
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Goddess Box
PoetryA collection of my poems and lyrics in no particular order. They are about anything and everything and may not have anthing to do with anything. Some of them are about my life while others I was simply inspired to write.
