So I've been working on getting a book together for the past three years. Yeah, I know, I suck. I recently finished this one right here, thought I would showcase it here before I went with the reddit option. I think people still come to this part. I like it, so that must mean there is something wrong with it:
Black Hole
They said you were the opposite of the sun
Taking in all energy and light
Canceling it out and reducing it to nothing
They went on in that direction for a little bit
Talking about catastrophe
Little did they know
That they could have saved themselves time
Just calling you a Black Hole
Because that’s the actual name
Of what they’re describing
It’s something we are all familiar with
To some extent
Instead they executed
Poetic masturbation
Pleasing themselves with all the words they knew
To describe nothingness and ruin
It was bad enough they were equating you
To a Black Hole
Something so massive and commanding
As if a single person
Could ever match that level of presence
The way they talked about you
In all the ways you ruin and devastate
And command oblivion
Oh Lordy
They must have really loved you
Because they could only describe
How you abolish all light
If there was a light present to begin with
And how the earth is shuttered into pieces
Littered with debris and corpses
How you embrace
With a gravity so immense
That you could crush anything
Compress it into atoms
So that nothing remains
You could only come up with this stuff
If you really put the time
Into putting your heart into it
I doubt they ever let it go
Whatever it was that happened here
Though I bet there would be some denial
Blush red faces and screaming dismissals
On the outside they put on a bad act
On the inside there must be
Some kind of vicegrip
Clamped to their heartstrings like a capo
Tightened exquisitely to a fine tuned point
Pumping an entire dictionary’s worth
Of drawn out overused adjectives and nouns
Then there was something
About your demand for their blood
And your wanton lust for destruction
That it’s your fault for hurting them
But their’s for setting you loose
And at that point I began to tune it out
Because they’re using too many words
To get the point across
You must have really screwed with them
If they can’t even speak straight anymore
Like I said
They must have really loved you
To hate you so much
To say you are a Black Hole
In so many words and not at all directly
And since they can’t admit it themselves
I got a hunch that after all they say
They might still love you