I said I couldn’t write
for I am an empty pen,
my ink wasted
on letters no one will read.
Torn, crumpled,
fed to the black hole
of a trash can.
Now I write of silence
Etching words into wood
For I have broken my vow with the papers
It isn’t determination,
nor delusion
just a moment,
a fragment that insists on staying.
And still, I write
not with ink,
but with the sharp edge
of a pen
long drained of stain.
Fill the void that sits inside my soul,
take away the cold, restore lost parts and rebuild my core and find a way for me to be whole once more.
Why can’t I exist without you? Each time I try to leave you suck me back up into your blackhole.
Can’t help but love you for the way you make me feel
it’s like a loop of love and I’m stuck in it, swirling around your finger and getting caught up with you once more.
But I can’t help but be a fool for you when you treat me so good yet so bad,
All I ever was is a person you could wrap your fingers around.
And each time I escape you swallow me back up. There is no escape from this blackhole that you have carved into your heart.
LOVE LETTERS FROM A BLACK HOLE©2025 Sara Etgen-Baker
Gravity bends; time stretches, light falters.
Love letters appear through the void;
Written in the language of stardust,
their ink swirls like the arms of faraway galaxies.
Through the event horizon, I write back
penning my heart to you with stardust and hope,
each letter a promise that I will find you
in the swirling chaos where love defies gravity.
I have discovered the truth:
even from a black hole,
love can escape.
In its orbit, we are infinite.
(poem written for BLACK HOLE LOVE POETRY CONTEST, Tom Woody Sponsor)
The time I got from eternity made me a part of you,
as my desire flared like the blazing galaxy of the cosmos,
I was keen to see the day my dreams would come true,
when your love will pull me though the void of oneness.
The sense of yearning came in the zero hour of awakening,
soaring on the dreaming wings of the silenced time,
stalled in my sky where you glided like a consumed star,
its catching cadence created a surreal symphony in my heart.
The rhythm of celestial music harmonized with my essence,
where the ethereal emotions sank in the space of rhapsody
that wrapped you and me, blending us together forever,
consecrated the concept of capturing craving called love.
At the acme of surreal desire of magnetic longing,
the private space between us imploded to nothingness.
Our fused souls then turned into oblivious singularity,
suspended in the deep space of invisible obscurity.
As your captivating allure sucked my psyche within you,
bending my self-control and deforming my sense of time,
I gravitated with my stellar passion at fervent horizon of fusion,
lost myself within your infinite depth of black hole love.
Beauty and the beast, two splendid hearts that beat as one. Beneath
Love's tender embrace, the Prince was destined to find himself again. .
A blossoming friendship happened between the beast and Belle
Castle sized emotions and devotion grew, for she saw what no one else saw
Kissing her with tenderness and shyness he approached her with a smile !
He was transformed into a beast by a mischievous enchantress
Oh the loneliness he felt as a curse forced him to stay within castle walls
Love was the only cure and if it didn't arrive before his 21st birthday, then ?
Each petal would fall inside the glass globe and he and the rose would die.
Love is the fountain of inner awareness, so when Belle arrived,
Only the radiance of her beautiful face made him feel like a Prince again !
Voicing a promise of love, he came out of the black hole of love and entered
Eagerly into her world, filling her with passion, empathy and true love !!!
Gazing the bright constellation in dark skies,
I asked my lover, would you like to be black hole lover?
We will spun into each other’s night—
Two collapsing stars caught in afterglow;
Your eyes, event horizons pulling me tight,
Where my soul folds deeper than light can go.
I whispered into your dark design,
“I’ll free-fall into your cosmic roar,”
Your warmth erupted in the void’s decline,
And in that collapse, we became something more.
She gasped and wondered, will it be a Romeo and Juliet love?
In black hole love, we lose our names and existence,
God has given us one-time precious life to live,
Kiss me, hug me, love me, I will be yours forever more,
Trust each other, shed our egos, become one together,
In this earthly love, our souls will merge and will be happy forever..
My love is a black hole,
silent, vast, misunderstood.
It doesn’t explode. It swallows.
Soft things. Sharp things.
Every memory. Every maybe.
I give and give and still it spins,
pulling everything in without return.
I don’t know where it leads,
only that it holds so much:
letters never sent,
touches never returned,
hope that clings even when hands let go.
People think black holes destroy,
but I know they preserve.
They hide the ache behind my eyes,
keep the laughter I didn’t get to share,
fold time into itself
until it’s hard to tell when I began
or who I was before I started reaching.
There is no light at the centre,
but there is truth.
A gravity made of tenderness.
An ache too big to be named.
And maybe one day,
someone will see the beauty
in a love that deep,
and not be afraid to fall in.
An Indian beauty and nutter:
her eyelashes started to flutter,
her butt in the air
she laid it all bare,
revealing her hole of Calcutta...
It's a furnace of coal.
A dark night of my soul!
It's a bottomless well.
It's as unsafe as hell.
It's power in fullness.
It's death in absurdness.
I can't, from it, return.
I'd eternally burn.
Days, in it, look like nights.
Grief, in it, like snakes, bites.
It's a whirlpooling sea.
It's boundless void in me.
Am I talking to you my friend
or the younger me, in the end?
You feel that you need her,
and you know you must have her.
While I am of a different mind,
you'd say I'm insensitive and blind.
I'd say it's you blinded by love
falsely attributed to the One above.
Your life is under your control.
You don't need her to be made whole.
You say that you are sure but,
you're trapped into her orbit.
So, whatever you and I may say,
it's Newton's laws that rule the day.
Her power over you is diabolic.
Your orbit should be hyperbolic,
but you're headed for love's black hole.
You're dedicated, heart and soul.
Atoms on a ship without a rudder
try to stick like peanuts ground to butter.
You'll be torn up and rejected,
and, ultimately, will be ejected.
She'll rearrange your molecules,
but it's been done to lesser fools.
There was, and is, a dark black hole resides in her somewhere;
he was not sure if it was in her heart or in her soul
but he was gravitated to her captivating stare
attracted to the only Black Moor in the goldfish bowl
as were many others clipping her event horizon
she, bending the light, the truth, the lies; until non escape
and he was never clear if he was father, lover, son
or simply, to her, yet another planetary ape.
I stoked the fire, you drank the flame.
I poured out my soul, you ditched the game.
I'm gutted, bone dry, howling in pain -
You reeled me in, gave nothing back again.
Black hole love — you ripped me apart.
I'm holding the line, playing my part.
I gave and gave, you drained and drained.
How did our love become so unchained?
Oh Black Hole Love,
I Give, You Suck,
Getting nothing back, in return.
I'm calling All-in!
Black Hole Love, Black Hole Love.
You twist my pleas - I'm on my knees.
Let's play it straight, oh, baby please!
All I want is some fire back from you.
Not choking smoke on black strap blue.
I won't break for you, anymore.
I'm standing, knocking on your door.
I want to love you more and more.
You're the only one that I adore.
Oh Black Hole Love.
I Give, You Suck,
Getting nothing back, in return.
I'm calling All-in!
I won't break for you!
No more, No more!
Black Hole Love ...
Black Hole Love!
That vacuum
inside you
once in it
you’re trapped
Insular
nothingness
too late
to look back
What’s empty
imprisons
no reference
in space
Where freedom
and choice
become duly
— erased
(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)
Yesterday was two weeks
Two weeks since my son
was pronounced brain dead
How am I alive?
how have I worked this week?
how has the black hole of grief
inside me not taken over completely?
I have driven, I have operated the stove,
I have functioned adequately at work
but there are times that time seems to stop
and I go to a place in my mind where
the pain is so big and raw and all encompasing
it feels like I stop being..............
So has two weeks gone by?
How am I here?
How do I live on?
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