"blackholes" poems
I will never love you
Never believe that
I will write about you
Because of your pulchritude,
I will share every cliche and
Imagine constellations and blackholes;
I will not
Never believe that
I will think of you
In every cup of coffee
In every rainy day;
I won't.
Don't ever think that
I love you
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 9:46 PM UTC
God must've painted the sunset in your eyelids
and the stars in your eyes
he must've made a jungle out of your heart
that everyone keeps getting lost in,
drowned by a forest of wildfires.
he must've tucked sunshine in the corners of your smiles.
he must've patterned the oceans and seas with your words --
i keep drowning in them.
he must've tried to recreate the softness of heaven in your lips.
blackholes may have been named after your eyes --
they keep ******* me in and I can't help but see the birth of stars in their edges.
you are a whole universe of your own,
and I like exploring the corners of it alone.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 6:14 PM UTC
like a supernova
you shined brighter than all the stars combined
you illuminated the universe better than any other sun
you outshined the entire galaxy
like a supernova
it was ephemeral & a blackhole was all you left behind
******* everything and all the light was gone
an inescapable matter of gravity
an immense and tormenting agony
you ruined my entire galaxy.
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 7:32 AM UTC
eyes like supernovas and just as stellar
your eyes were my favorite constellations
your pupils orbit your view of the world
slightly dilating when you see someone you love
I hope they dilate when you see me
I never owned a telescope but looking into your eyes
was the closest thing
galaxies kissed your lips and wanted to stay
so they painted themself in your mind,
keeping vibrant and brilliant forms of stars
each thought connecting the dots, forming orion’s belt
and your fingertips traced euphoria in the form of the big dipper
and the little dipper was the curve of your arms
where I would rest my head sometime soon
and soon I will look into those bright eyes
and I will feel at home in saturns rings
which were outlined in your irises
and you’ll look into mine
and our sets of planet-like pupils
will expand into blackholes
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 10:38 PM UTC
apathy, is me with you,
i am
the oceans,the rivers&lakes,the
mountains&valleys,the atmosphere
the Earth,Jupiter,Venus,so on,
i am the Milky Way,Andromeda,all
other galaxies known&unknown,all
the stars&constellations,the asteroids,
alien planets&blackholes all curled up in
the fabric of the Universe
but
nothing specific mind you
my dear
...with you
Love is philosophy
safe in its reach
apathy is me, with you
strung-out on the antidote
with you,
the sickness issa comforting creature;
the aquamarine-moon cradles
madness like a fetal daydream
—with you
love is scientific,
boring in its dissection
love is petty
in its honesty
apathy,is me.
with you,i am un
being un
dulating b/t there
& there
nowhere near here;
apathy, is m e
and y o u inna vacuum
i am? with you—cut
me
T(in)WO;
apathy,is me, with me and you,
i am
body inna fever
&
(my) voice dis
embodied
inna tomb;
send your fever meat thru a tube
kiss&kiss my blistered
bliss
we’re necro
philiacs
apathy, is me with you
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 3:28 AM UTC
Your smile creeps off you know,
With no control,
Like you aren't wanting to go,
But there's something unknown,
And with alot of pull,
The voice dismayed with things that haven't happened,
And probably won't,
The slight underwhelming moan,
In a sea of sighs,
You can't try to control,
The glass is normally half full,
But like villains,
only known to the narrator,
Stalks in linens,
And they deploy the daggers,
That don't make any sense,
So you build the fence,
And hope to sleep,
Because when you're up again,
You'll smile at the pen,
know it doesn't make sense,
And that it will happen more,
Just do you're process and apologize,
Saying that there is no control
But realize,
It doesn't matter if it's normal,
It means it will change.
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 1:00 AM UTC
I locked my beating heart in a dead man's chest
Finding safety underneath the sands
Fourteen years it remained buried far below
Yet somehow found it's way to your hands
With unconcerned plunges of your careless knife
Don't bother to watch my heart bleed
Soaking the base of the box; red and hot
Yet you merely day dream, walking sleep
I removed my heart from love's reckless hands
But pain; dull, fresh, endless is still felt
It should end now yet the sea i still roam
Trusting now in blackholes i never before dwelt
My unbalanced chest suffers an unliftable burden
As my heart's held 'ransom' by you
Love's cruel trick; i remain Davy Jones
With not even my broken heart, only a ship and crew
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 8:05 AM UTC
your obsession with blackholes made me wish i was one
like the way i once wished i am math and science
oh, what a geek you are!
(to make me compete with these things for your attention)
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 7:28 AM UTC
glide the sharpened blade
of a sacrificial knife
up and down my wrists
then up to my throbbing throat
so similar this seems
remembering her fingers
glide across my skin
as we became like the Sabbatical goat
neither her nor I
were either inside or out side
we were as Baphomet
and we did float
brush strokes, of our blood
used to paint the figure we were becoming
something worthy of worship
as our nails dug into eachothers sides
Oh, I could feel her ferocity
trying to get inside of me
Oh, though she could only follow me
as I follow her-like the moon and the tides
her soft lip, whispered something to me
up against my warm throbbing neck
as her hips continued to sway like the seas
and she said something to me that put a shake in my knees,
"I love to feel your heart beating
deep within me, like a serpent's in me
now feel mine on your lips
can you feel us?
Can you feel
when our souls kiss?"
I had to hold on tighter to her
as she did to me
as we spiraled away
into certain bliss
our bodies were no more
nothing but ecstasy we became
boom, bloom, eyes like blackholes
and like nubulas, we came
and there we drifted
within what is us
I am not sure if she ever came back down
her presence now is like a winds gust
so I sit here
with this sacrificial knife
teasing my belief
in tangible life
finally, I get a smile from her
as she stands in front of the sun
an so innocently says,
"Ooh, that looks fun"
"It is,
it's better than pictures."
"Even a mirror?"
"Yes, even a mirror"
"How do you do it?"
"Just breathe, and remember."
"But, what if I bleed?"
"All the better, take a sip and remember."
"We were dead, weren't we?"
"Yes, my love, yes indeed."
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 1:14 PM UTC
Of parallel universes,
of Plath’s metaphors,
of Soviet wars and
extistence we abhor
Things she cannot comprehend
not as much as
the words,
and thoughts she lend
Fantasies, realities
blocks
and pieces
are puzzles from different places
Glass and water
are lone,
veracious crystals
Therefore, this girl with
burning curiosity
hair tied,
matching red bow
will come after
rainbows, unicorns
and blackholes
Whilst her head’s buried in books
and mysteries of the undiscovered nooks
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 1:31 AM UTC
I was the ocean
And she was space
Two restless souls
Trying to find their place
One created blackholes
In between her stars
The other drowned sailors
Who ventured too far
Two divergent spirits
But for fate or some reason
For a few fleeting moments
They meet in the horizon
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 2:08 AM UTC
Please let me fit inside your paintings
The ones where the telephone wires are
Standing like towers over the burning orchards
Naked lovers wrapping themselves in picnic blankets
Holding white wine.
Make me last.
Let me be a fossil in the dust of your bones
So they can date me back to this ice age
They make fake snow you know
Remember I dented your car that night
Pushed up in metal your tiny
Thighs reflecting our disturbance
You dared
Please let me fit inside your whitewashed molds
Make a cast of my head, fill my eyes with lead
Coat my organs in liquid plastic, make me your favorite piece
A real beauty of a dead man
Display me in the store windows of history
Make vulture that can’t eat me
Make worms that can’t get to me
Make me famous.
We dug holes in the night
The earthen wombs trying to hide
Our dead futures. Make these tombs
Swallow faster. We dug holes in the light like blackholes
In the blackblue.
Make me antimatter
Make me matter.
Mar 27, 2011
Mar 27, 2011 at 10:29 AM UTC
It was back in 2010,
when our first big bang occurred
I remember the first few encounters we had,
and how it was like 4 untamed interstellar hurricanes converging and forming a mega storm.
We were heading for a land fall,
in a galaxy where they have yet to know what real friendship is.
But in all honesty,
we were much more than just hurricanes.
we were cosmic storms.
sweeping across the universe,
so intense and fierce some,
but gentle not to break a single star.
we were also supernovas,
bursting at the seems,
creating new galaxies,
new frontiers for us to wonder yonder.
We were blackholes too,
******* in every single lonely thing, person,
and then crushing it with the weight of our love.
Something far more greater than gravity,
we had compassion.
Love is our greatest weapon.
But somewhere along the way,
we developed fear.
The fear of the universe,
and how we might accidentally drift away,
to the other sides of the spectrum.
Maybe the only thing we are afraid of
is not being able to see each other again,
but that the next time we do,
is that we would have changed so much.
That our constellations no longer align.
that we will only be seen in photographs,
and in the museums of our memories,
that are embedded in our cerebrums.
Only to become stories told by the ones who,
witnessed the phenomena,
and those who have experienced it.
a phenomena called brotherhood.
Just like space,
it is ever expanding.
stretching from one infinity to another,
our love for each other will remain the same.
You are all,
God’s masterpieces,
scattered across the cosmic plane.
It was a great pleasure,
sailing this wide and vast,
ocean of stars, and planets.
But each voyage must come to an end,
or perhaps take a break.
or even disband to cover more waters,
uncharted seas.
But also like each voyage,
there will come a point
wherein we must return,
to our own harbors.
When that time comes,
we will meet each other at the docks,
where we first met and left for the seas.
Till that time comes,
I will continue to write you,
telling you the stories of daring do’s.
But till then,
I will see you soon.
My Nakamas.
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 3:08 AM UTC
Staring down infinity
Through the soul of temptation
Feeling up divinity
Transcending my imagination
Hello, Heaven
Speaking in tongues
Worshiping the Flower Princess
When she offers her sweet blossom,
I'm savoring her as a Goddess
Big banging stars
Back from blackholes
We all come back around
Illuminated
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 8:45 PM UTC
in a city of shifting faces
we become forgetful about life in different places
succumbed to a world within a world.
construction and history
poverty and misogyny;
the city is lost within me and i am lost within the city
we all suffer the internal blackholes of everyday life
in a city of anonymous faces,
we take no notice
succumbed to a world within a world where only our world matters
and we wonder what's for lunch whilst thousands live homeless and the irony of wondering why so many go hungry
in a city of greed
consumers consumed by consumerist propaganda
all the shifting faces we walk past on a daily basis
bigots, fascists, racists
and we are wrapped up
too engulfed by our own lives to care about others
but selflessness is only selfless if not done for self, but i was told
"no good deed goes unpunished"
but we should do good anyway
because in a city of shifting faces
be the face-shifter who stops turning pages and pauses --
take in the scenery
and be alive for every moment;
it is okay to be a passer-by in a city of nameless strangers
but never in your own life
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 1:50 PM UTC
She is made up of unwritten poems, and unsent letters.
Silence was her confidant although her heart was screaming and her thoughts were tempests.
Thunder was music to her hears; and the strong gushing winds lulled her to sleep.
Unconquerable; afraid to be vulnerable.
She is made up of layers of high walls and unraveled facades.
She carries pain like a paper-back book and knew tragedy like home.
She's loquacious but her silence means more than the words she ever said;
Feeling everything and saying nothing;
Saying nothing and meaning everything.
She saw more sunsets than sunrise;
but sees sunshine in both just the same.
She held roses by its thorns and saw stars die as blackholes;
but still carries a light like a supernova that outshines the entire galaxy
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 9:24 AM UTC
Let’s climb up the bed and adjust the fluff
Let’s just sleep because being awake is so tough
Let’s shut the blinds and draw the curtains
Let’s be comforted by the mild darkness so certain
Let’s close the windows and shut the doors
Let’s be embraced by those welcoming blackholes
Let’s leave everyone else out just you and me
Because all I really want is some privacy.
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
Puzzled are my oceans
As to how Phobos fills them like cold rains
While submerged in your galaxies'
Wine well-stored among memories.
They are weary troubled how,
Daunted to even gaze at them now.
For doubt sprung from fragments
Of galaxies' reined luster, now torments.
On what their distant lights state
I faithfully patterned my fate,
As if what to happen they have said,
But why do they seem misread.
Does a thousand light years it take
To reach me and have me awake?
Is it just the supernova of the past
That still holds my trust?
For what really lies there unknown
Are blackholes of stars too late shone.
Ascribing me to circling swarm-
Sapping sanity to my harm.
Tell me you are no blackhole
For I'm no barren ocean you'll fall.
We are both lost in tidal capture
But groping to gain rapture.
I know my oceans set you adrift
But forbid you any dip.
Well, I'm afloat in your galaxies
That don't elevate queries.
Prostrate me by resonant shining,
Break latent conquest we're in.
You'll see their reflected glitter
As I submit to your luster.
Feb 1, 2011
Feb 1, 2011 at 1:42 PM UTC
STOP TRYING TO FIT PEOPLE INTO BOXES OUR ATOMS LOOK LIKE TINY UNIVERSES FOR A REASON WE ARE CONSTANTLY GROWING WE WILL DEVOUR YOUR IDEALS OF WHAT WE SHOULD BE LIKE BLACKHOLES SWALLOW LIGHT AND AND SPIT YOU OUT INTO INFINITE NOTHINGNESS
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
Would that I could craft beautiful Shakespearean sonnets,
Brilliant ballads professing my love,
You must know I would write of you endlessly,
Until every word of praise I know
Was placed beside your name on the page.
You do oh so much for me,
I wake every morning
To your loving embrace
You grace me with more kisses
Than any one woman deserves.
Know that, while my words may leave me,
My talents fade, and my fingers fail to strike the right keys,
My love for you will never leave,
Never fade,
Our love will never fail.
Even after our bodies fall
Decay,
And crumble into earth
My love for you will not fade.
Until the earth is consumed
In the brutal inferno of the sun.
I shall love you,
Even when this universe is dark and dying
After every star has burned out,
And light itself no longer exists,
As wandering blackholes consume all matter,
As this universe dies a bleak black death
My love for you will not fade.
Sep 2, 2012
Sep 2, 2012 at 6:46 AM UTC
"monogamy or whatever you call it- i'm starting to think it ain't for everybody."
with our hearts locked up in a far away land,
alas! we open our legs and our mouths.
not to the gifted and the loved,
but the exotic and peculiar.
lost in translation,
we believe that we become whole through experience.
in the back of our mind knowing,
we are more lost than ever.
inch by inch,
as we gnaw at genitalia,
to 'satisfy' our pangs.
we continually tear,
bits and pieces of our hearts,
pushing them into various blackholes,
in the abyss we call our mind.
in various beds, floors, couches, showers,
we bare our bodies naked.
in ritual,
we search for love and our hearts,
not realizing that it's at arms length.
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 5:36 AM UTC
every time i see you, i feel as if i can take on the whole world.
you make my insides burst with the flitters of butterflies
and you make my smile touch the edge of space and
my laugh bubbles in the entirety of the air
surrounding us.
because of you, i feel hope rise in my chest.
you're like a whole new universe that i get to explore.
my fingertips caress the blackholes and supernovas you possess
and your eyes are a new experience in themselves,
like wormholes ready to take you to a far-away galaxy
every single time you look into them.
your hands are foreigners to my body.
they know not were to start or to end,
but they still are.
they know what to do as if they were programmed to
feel the vibrations on the soft skin of my back and
the tenderness i have everywhere around.
you could give me a million new words
and i'd spend countless hours trying to decipher them
with this newfound knowledge that you have given me.
how much do you know in that beautiful mind of yours?
how many brain cells do you possess,
you beautiful, intangible being?
your words keep me strong,
they keep me alive.
my heart beats stronger because of you, too.
every single fiber of my being feels stronger and healthier
and more in love with every cell that i possess.
because of you, i feel more alive than i ever have.
your touch is still so soft even with your resilient hands.
your eyes are like the eighth wonder of the world.
they soften my heart with the dips i take into their deep blue
oceans and the sea-foam green splashing inside of them.
and your lips could speak a thousand incoherent words and
i'd still smile because they were coming from your beautiful mouth.
because of you, i am falling in love with myself.
i'm not sure that i've ever done that before.
but i know this feeling inside of my chest and
while i am infatuated with you,
i am falling in love with me.
and that's more than i could ever hope for.
so thank you, my dear, for being this unknown universe that i
get to explore and for being someone who can help me
fall in love with myself.
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 8:54 PM UTC
inkblots
are blackholes
warp to another dimension
an abyss
stare at it long enough
and they come right at
you
a starless night
where the sky
is your canvas
the power of
your imagination
turns ink and paper
to any possibility
you wish it to be
rip through reality
through time and
s p a c e
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
i’ve heard that black holes eat stars for snacks
i wonder if black holes can die
as insignificantly as a fly who sat on my arm
or a butterfly who splat against my windshield
alive one second and gone to some other place the next
maybe gone to nowhere
where do black holes go when they die
where have my old eyes gone to
where are you
and do you ever think about
what happens to the stars that blackholes swallow
like the tongue i swallow into my throat
when i’m kissing someone i don’t want to
do you ever wonder
where a black hole goes to when it’s gone
May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 2:37 PM UTC
my mouth has been filled with a flood;
the waters are tainted with the acid of the world.
it wears my teeth down into
pearled-knives,
and they cut the insides of my cheeks -
mixing in
bad blood with
a devilish pollution.
i cannot release a cry.
i cannot stomach the feeling.
i cannot ***** the sickness.
i've been sleepwalking into blackholes,
turning cartwheels by oblivion
with a hell
stuck between my lips.
i've been swallowed from the inside out -
flashing in and out of life
with the firestorm of
sirens.
the reds and blues scream in unison
for a world greater than you and i.
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 10:55 PM UTC