Whenever I get home from school I am famished. I scavenge the party for something to eat, but I never find anything. I call for my mother to satisfy my hunger, but she’s tells me, “Find something on your own!”
chase
“Mom! I’m hungry and the school bus is here!” Cynthia said and her stomach growling “Okay sweet pea!” her mother replied “stop calling me sweet pea and Please make my breakfast!” Cynthia’s stomach roared “Okay okay! I’m making breakfast”
I’m hungry right now, and I’m hungry my real Chinese food for already five months.
Jerry
I am so hungry right now. All I can think about is food. The delicious food. It is too bad that our school lunch sucks because I am really hungry. I am also really broke so I can not go down to the cafe to get food.
Rubber Duck
This morning I didn’t get the chance to eat so I am extremely hungry, but i’m always really hungry.
Nothing new.
Jordan
Hungry
Millions of people around the world go hungry everyday
There isn’t enough food being produced for everyone to be satisfied
So they go hungry
From newborns to elders
Everyone is hungry.
Tiger Lily
“I’m so hungry ” the homeless said. He walks around the street find some money, finds some food.
Javi
oh im hungry last night so i had a mcdonalds cheeseburger and it was yum but normally i prefer a crispy chicken clubhouse but hey i was hungry and it was a snack
I was so hungry. I could feel it in my stomach, and in my chest, and my knees; I felt weak, and nauseous and angry and tired. My head hurt, and my toes. My fingers were aching. I was so hungry but couldn’t decide what to eat.
She was hungrier than she realized, and had wolfed down one bowl of stew and was in the process of helping herself to another when she felt Kristan’s gaze. She let go of the ladle, embarassed, but he only smiled. “I like to see you with an appetite,” he said.
a void deep in my chest, a black hole that needs to be constantly fed. life isn’t enough, no, there must be more than this. I want to dance, I want to scream, I want to break all my bones. I want to travel to the stars and be burnt by the sun. I want to fall in love, oh I want to fall in love.
ae
If you are hungry enough, your brain begins to be tampered with. All you can think about is how much you want something edible to satisfy your growling stomach.
Kathy Luana Bailey
I’m still hungry. I just ate the egg bites and they were delicious. But, I’m still HUNGRY! I do have a cup of coffee, but that doesn’t do much for my hunger at this moment. I hate being hungry.
rf
Hunger. The fearful sensation which diminishes your whole body. As I stared at him, I knew he felt it too. Hunger. We had nothing to eat, nothing to live for. Nothing to do, nothing to see. Accept for the last biscuit on the plate beside our empty cups of coffee. We knew it would be a fight for the death.
Anonymous
“I’m hungry,” Mary complained while walking in the forest.
“I told you to buy some food before our trip,” John rebuked his companion.
“Sorry,” Mary looked at John apologetically.
Her stomach grumbled while they were arriving at their destination.
I am hungry after sleeping. ´It is without a doubt that may stomach digest new information everyday´ said Robert To the voice of the email. ´
Robert Kohlhammer
Her nails dug into the wood of the table, leaving brilliant marks in her wake. Her eyes were black holes burnt into her face. They ate light and spat out nothing but air, nothing but the used shotgun shells of words that once held meaning.
Hungry. Why am I so hungry?
I have no clue.
I really don’t.
Maybe it’s because I ran so much today, maybe it’s because I simply was searching up “delicious food” earlier (oops) but seriously, why am I hungry?
I don’t know at all. I guess I have a banana downstairs that I can eat, but it’s already nighttime, so nope.
Why am I hungry?
Kairu
Stomach is empty, need to eat something nutricious and filling to make the hunger pains go away. Always hungry the night after a girls night out!! The best thing to eat is a burger.
Kirstin
Food on The Table
Food sitting on the table.
I stare, longing for it.
I reach over, grab a piece,
And take a longing bite.
I chew and chew,
It’s really good.
I’m satisfied for now,
But the hunger never leaves.
Kairu
There was enough saliva to fill a river, a slow moving clingy viscous river, smelling of rotting flesh and bad breath. They were hungry, and there was nothing around to satisfy it, there was only sand, and more sand, and a river of saliva running downhill, and towards the shore.
I sat in the middle of the cold, barren field, ashamed my stomach was turning on me. If only I had brought something to eat with me when I left.
Karen B. Jones
all the clouds turn to rain
all the rain feeds the puddles
hungry as they are
as they die in the morning
trodden upon the feet of
pressed upon the heels of
broken souls because they love
living in a cloud of drudgery
Matt m.
Well I was pretty hungry today after having a salad from Leaf. The only thing I could find in the cupboard was peanut butter, so I ate until I could not eat any more. I have not been hungry since. peanut butter really fills you up. Good to know, but the calories suck.
The children were all hungry. The children were all tired. The children were all angry. The children were all wired. The children couldn’t sleep despite how sleepy they all were. They couldn’t keep their food down, even though their stomachs purred. The children cried, the children wailed, the children spat and screamed. And when they all at last dozed off, they never really dreamed. The children all stayed hungry, and yes, they all stayed tired. And not a moment’s rest for us, who drove on all the while.
Belinda Roddie
wanting a new job that makes me satisfied. How i feel right now about finding that new job and getting into the company i want.
dawn
thirsty for knowledge,
hungry for change
standing on a cliff with no ledge,
reaching for reason – just out of range
I woke up hungry this morning. Damn, I don’t have any milk. How am I supposed to eat my cereal. I brought it all the way from San Diego to Tokyo. Maybe I could use water. Has anyone ever tried that? How about mango juice? It probably tastes like shit and that’s why nobody has ever tried it. If I had only gone to the supermarket.
Hungry. Hungry for what? For food? No, we are too privileged for that type of hunger. Those of us who can’t go hungry, are starving for meaning in this world.
Famished. When your belly feels as if it can no longer live and cries for food. A dark rumbling in your stomach the aches to be filled with lobster, crackers, ice cream, bananas- anything that will fill the void.
Rachael DePalma
The flames lick at me. Cravings Bacon chessburger. Pizza. Neopalitan ice cream sandwich. For the love of god, something, anything, to take away this all-consuming gnaw that lays in my gut. Water looks so refreshing to me, but what was it? A mirage. Of course.
Jayce
I… am… hungry…
I… am… hungry…
The dripping of my saliva sounds like a waterfall in the echoing cave. The people coming closer didn’t recognize the difference. Poor bastards.
The lion inside me is hungry. He doesn’t know for what. Will he stumble across the food he wants on his path through the jungle? Or will he starve? These questions are important: if he finds food, I live. If he doesn’t, I die.
Joanna Bressler
La creatura si fece strada tra i rami rinsecchiti che spuntavano dal sottobosco, mulinando davanti a sé le scarne braccia nodose. Attratta dall’odore di carne morente, riprese ad annusare intorno a sé, nella speranza di dare finalmente sollievo alla propria fame.
culo
I’m thinking about food because its January. I always think about food in January because no one wants you to eat. All advertisers want you to drink your food. I don’t like to drink my food. I like real food.
Whenever I get home from school I am famished. I scavenge the party for something to eat, but I never find anything. I call for my mother to satisfy my hunger, but she’s tells me, “Find something on your own!”
“Mom! I’m hungry and the school bus is here!” Cynthia said and her stomach growling “Okay sweet pea!” her mother replied “stop calling me sweet pea and Please make my breakfast!” Cynthia’s stomach roared “Okay okay! I’m making breakfast”
I’m hungry right now, and I’m hungry my real Chinese food for already five months.
I am so hungry right now. All I can think about is food. The delicious food. It is too bad that our school lunch sucks because I am really hungry. I am also really broke so I can not go down to the cafe to get food.
This morning I didn’t get the chance to eat so I am extremely hungry, but i’m always really hungry.
Nothing new.
Hungry
Millions of people around the world go hungry everyday
There isn’t enough food being produced for everyone to be satisfied
So they go hungry
From newborns to elders
Everyone is hungry.
“I’m so hungry ” the homeless said. He walks around the street find some money, finds some food.
oh im hungry last night so i had a mcdonalds cheeseburger and it was yum but normally i prefer a crispy chicken clubhouse but hey i was hungry and it was a snack
I was so hungry. I could feel it in my stomach, and in my chest, and my knees; I felt weak, and nauseous and angry and tired. My head hurt, and my toes. My fingers were aching. I was so hungry but couldn’t decide what to eat.
She was hungrier than she realized, and had wolfed down one bowl of stew and was in the process of helping herself to another when she felt Kristan’s gaze. She let go of the ladle, embarassed, but he only smiled. “I like to see you with an appetite,” he said.
a void deep in my chest, a black hole that needs to be constantly fed. life isn’t enough, no, there must be more than this. I want to dance, I want to scream, I want to break all my bones. I want to travel to the stars and be burnt by the sun. I want to fall in love, oh I want to fall in love.
If you are hungry enough, your brain begins to be tampered with. All you can think about is how much you want something edible to satisfy your growling stomach.
I’m still hungry. I just ate the egg bites and they were delicious. But, I’m still HUNGRY! I do have a cup of coffee, but that doesn’t do much for my hunger at this moment. I hate being hungry.
Hunger. The fearful sensation which diminishes your whole body. As I stared at him, I knew he felt it too. Hunger. We had nothing to eat, nothing to live for. Nothing to do, nothing to see. Accept for the last biscuit on the plate beside our empty cups of coffee. We knew it would be a fight for the death.
“I’m hungry,” Mary complained while walking in the forest.
“I told you to buy some food before our trip,” John rebuked his companion.
“Sorry,” Mary looked at John apologetically.
Her stomach grumbled while they were arriving at their destination.
I am hungry after sleeping. ´It is without a doubt that may stomach digest new information everyday´ said Robert To the voice of the email. ´
Her nails dug into the wood of the table, leaving brilliant marks in her wake. Her eyes were black holes burnt into her face. They ate light and spat out nothing but air, nothing but the used shotgun shells of words that once held meaning.
Hungry. Why am I so hungry?
I have no clue.
I really don’t.
Maybe it’s because I ran so much today, maybe it’s because I simply was searching up “delicious food” earlier (oops) but seriously, why am I hungry?
I don’t know at all. I guess I have a banana downstairs that I can eat, but it’s already nighttime, so nope.
Why am I hungry?
Stomach is empty, need to eat something nutricious and filling to make the hunger pains go away. Always hungry the night after a girls night out!! The best thing to eat is a burger.
Food on The Table
Food sitting on the table.
I stare, longing for it.
I reach over, grab a piece,
And take a longing bite.
I chew and chew,
It’s really good.
I’m satisfied for now,
But the hunger never leaves.
There was enough saliva to fill a river, a slow moving clingy viscous river, smelling of rotting flesh and bad breath. They were hungry, and there was nothing around to satisfy it, there was only sand, and more sand, and a river of saliva running downhill, and towards the shore.
I sat in the middle of the cold, barren field, ashamed my stomach was turning on me. If only I had brought something to eat with me when I left.
all the clouds turn to rain
all the rain feeds the puddles
hungry as they are
as they die in the morning
trodden upon the feet of
pressed upon the heels of
broken souls because they love
living in a cloud of drudgery
Well I was pretty hungry today after having a salad from Leaf. The only thing I could find in the cupboard was peanut butter, so I ate until I could not eat any more. I have not been hungry since. peanut butter really fills you up. Good to know, but the calories suck.
The children were all hungry. The children were all tired. The children were all angry. The children were all wired. The children couldn’t sleep despite how sleepy they all were. They couldn’t keep their food down, even though their stomachs purred. The children cried, the children wailed, the children spat and screamed. And when they all at last dozed off, they never really dreamed. The children all stayed hungry, and yes, they all stayed tired. And not a moment’s rest for us, who drove on all the while.
wanting a new job that makes me satisfied. How i feel right now about finding that new job and getting into the company i want.
thirsty for knowledge,
hungry for change
standing on a cliff with no ledge,
reaching for reason – just out of range
I woke up hungry this morning. Damn, I don’t have any milk. How am I supposed to eat my cereal. I brought it all the way from San Diego to Tokyo. Maybe I could use water. Has anyone ever tried that? How about mango juice? It probably tastes like shit and that’s why nobody has ever tried it. If I had only gone to the supermarket.
Hungry. Hungry for what? For food? No, we are too privileged for that type of hunger. Those of us who can’t go hungry, are starving for meaning in this world.
Famished. When your belly feels as if it can no longer live and cries for food. A dark rumbling in your stomach the aches to be filled with lobster, crackers, ice cream, bananas- anything that will fill the void.
The flames lick at me. Cravings Bacon chessburger. Pizza. Neopalitan ice cream sandwich. For the love of god, something, anything, to take away this all-consuming gnaw that lays in my gut. Water looks so refreshing to me, but what was it? A mirage. Of course.
I… am… hungry…
I… am… hungry…
The dripping of my saliva sounds like a waterfall in the echoing cave. The people coming closer didn’t recognize the difference. Poor bastards.
I… am… hungry…
The lion inside me is hungry. He doesn’t know for what. Will he stumble across the food he wants on his path through the jungle? Or will he starve? These questions are important: if he finds food, I live. If he doesn’t, I die.
La creatura si fece strada tra i rami rinsecchiti che spuntavano dal sottobosco, mulinando davanti a sé le scarne braccia nodose. Attratta dall’odore di carne morente, riprese ad annusare intorno a sé, nella speranza di dare finalmente sollievo alla propria fame.
I’m thinking about food because its January. I always think about food in January because no one wants you to eat. All advertisers want you to drink your food. I don’t like to drink my food. I like real food.