i. the black hole

stars
they too fell
beautifully warped
frighteningly dark

nothing matters
time ceases

it's empty
there's only gravity
(and you)

you're trapped.

ii.the event horizon

point of no return

destruction-mode: activated

every inch
every ounce
torn apart

b                                            y            ­                                  i
                      t      ­                                         b
         i                         b                                                                ­            t

you're gone.

iii. the singularity*

beyond
another galaxy awaits
now
go forth

weightless
fearless*

you're infinite.

I creep toward the burrows at night
Trying to ****** a glimpse of light
That sparkled through the creepy, wooden fragments.

I bent to half to hide myself
tryig to fit in within those holes
so I could escape the solace
that has long burried me
in the land of lost and forgotten.

I kept hoping over cracks only to fall hopelessly into holes. I continued to skip over bumps, only to be tripped by the mountains.

I had my ten seconds of fame,
Underneath the low hanging vine
Of a wire, that was my calling anyway,
To be one who had the guts to inspire
Others with dangerous games and tricks,
Risk others lives in the name of getting kicks!
Skateboard in hand, rockets flying, grand stands,
Kartwheels, I'm just a teen boy without hair,
Why should you all act like you care?
Into this black hole lifestyle of mine,
I could never give up or dare to quit,
But hey, it wouldn't be "my life," would it?

You drilled holes on my skin
And peeked at my within.


F.Z.**N

There is a hole in the window and
in the evenings the
sun slinks back to earth,
the hole flutters pathetically in
the wind. There is no more
energy in the air, and outside—
outside is gray.

The brick walls are crumbling
into dust that is ingested,
readily. Lilia braids
your hair again as you stare
at nothingness, holding back tears.

I made holes
Inside myself
Bigger than the holes
That you created
Inside me

A bit for someone here
A bit there
And sometimes they don't add up to anythhing whole
But you are so busy dancing
Delivering
You don't have time to notice
Or are afraid to notice
And then one day you have to look
And its true
All of your pieces fill up other peoples holes
But they don't fill
Your own...