More

Stomach pounds at the ribs
more more more 
it demands 
esteem and awareness of appearance
try to take a stand 
but thrown down
in to the weaker shadows
of the brain.


It's always the same
it's never enough
it's
never
enough 
always craving
until full.


I don't know
when I'm empty. 

Food

On the off chance my fellow Come Dine with Me goers read this, this has nothing to do with the food served. Just the feeling of fullness after meals :')
Also - another month down - wow o.o 

Crawls down the throat
clutches at the stomach
spreads itself greedily
wanting to cover 
as much as possible. 


Pleads
whines
always begging
for you to have more
more
a little bit more.


Esteem
too far down
covered in 
layers of skin
and flab
to put up a fight
so more is eaten
to try and soothe
the feeling
of loosing
the battle


Grinning smugly
spreading
gaining
more terrority
across the body
making itself known.

Let Art Take Over

This poem is response to Rebecca Black and Jenna Rose. Its songs like this that really make miss John Lennon and the 60s era in general. And I wasn't even alive then -.-

Let talent get the spotlight
not the looks
or money
or the product.
Let soul shine through
set loose
admiration
inspiration.


Spread a deserving message
your beliefs 
not an image.
Sing 
don't auto tune,
Eat,
don't diet 
Act,
don't pout.


Please, please, please 
set art free.