I am a black hole wilder beast for you.

Your eyes, are like fire, and they burn me.

I look into them, deeply because I love you, can't you see?

And that hurts me more than anything, it's true

that loving you

is worse than the worst weather

I know that we are not meant to be together

You always said so

that's how I know

But, I really can change

like a caterpillar into a butterfly, I can change.

My love for you is like a black hole

growing larger with the more that it consumes, becoming whole

Soon I will consume you

into my heart, like a ravenous wilder beast

Then my pain will be gone

as we lay together on your lawn

Oh. My. GOD. You have absolutly MOVED me. This is the best thing I have ever read *sniffle* My life is complete! Thank you!

OMG THANKS!!! Seriously I worked soooo hard on this! I think it turned out perfect!!!
If you noticed the black hole is a metaphor for my broken heart ;-;
This poem means sooooo much to me, I'm so glad I could share it with you guyssss.
:D
Also, the part about the butterfly, I reallllyy feel that way, yano? It's like I've already metamorphasized into a beautiful creature ready to break out of my shell and like...do stuff yano?

Oh goodness, that just hit me! You are an amazing writer!

YOU ARE GOD!

It just comes to me!!! Like I can be sitting around just thinking, I do that alll the time yano? and uh yeah thoughts just flow through me...it's almost like I'm just a vessel for some greater good that has a message to be told.

i liked the reference to the eyes like fire. I interpreted that as the speaker feeling pangs of guilt from the other's gaze

well portrayed

needs more boobs though, just saying =]

Oh man, I'm so happy you noticed that Rayshay, it was so subtle I was worried no one would.
Sometimes it's so hard to really limit everything I'm thinking and feeling into the limitations of a poem, but like I said, I'm simply the vessel through which some beautiful divine message is being portrayed.

I liked that poem. :)

Did you really?? :D

Yeah I did. Your caterpillar metaphor was well placed. The poem wasn't written in a traditional way, it was very personalised. Almost like reading thoughts that were just being created. It gave the words a fresh basis, and allowed the reader to easily follow the story. It seems as though the person you're writing about is an anti hero. Yet, towards the end the roles become reversed. And that also shows the growth that has taken place. It's like the narrator turned inwards, and was consumed by the black hole, inside themselves, in the end. It was a good read..

Wow thank you very very much, I'm glad someone understood my poem so well

I might have gotten most of it wrong, but that's the beauty of poetry I guess.

What inspired you?

An AF-user named nightwlf! as well as my melancholy nature.

and nooo you were pretty much dead on!

Fair enough.

:)

i liked how you conveyed your unorthodox position on the global situation of hustle and bustle. You admit your leanings toward bustle, but also openly sympathize with bustle--which leads the reader to believe you are actually showing the futility of the debate due to the mass concentration of the media conglomerate.

<3

I like how it transitions from hopelessness to a hopeful situation. What I mean by that is, first its like both narrator and the person they love aren't compatible at all, hence the phrase "I know that we are not meant to be together".

Then the second half of the poem sees the light and grasps that chance that it could happen through chance, how the individual can change for the other person, hence the metamorphosis reference.

Just take into a account that the other person can also change as well.

i'm shocked no one mentioned her reference to Charles Manson

It makes me so happy to know that my poem has touched people!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XGi_2416CJk

I wish not be mean by saying such words but it felt more like an assault of a lust towards a person, willingly wanting them, and in the end having them bend to it, almost as if dreaming it to be true. I don't feel the feelings I thought might be there, it is more like just reading the news paper, but you did well, keep writing, friend.