I wrote a poem. It's ok, not my best, but I'm posting it nonetheless. It doesn't really have a title.

His eyes are gorgeous, or so they say.
Girls just love his 'sad boy' way,
But this emo boy isn't all he seems.
His eyes don't speak of broken dreams.
Instead they portray his non-existant soul,
Because deep inside, he's a black hole.

At the time of writing this, it kind of came out of blue. However, after thinking about it a while, I've found why I wrote it.

The first line is talking about a real life guy that all my friends were obsessed with a few years ago. He had (has) really dark eyes. Seriously, they are pitch black. Everybody loved them.

The second line came from this current fad of girls loving emo boys.

The third and fourth line came from yet another real guy. Except this guy is a total poser. He thinks he is emo, but in all truth, he is just pathetic. (He thinks he's emo because he wears black. I told him he was a disgrace and he said I was going to hell. I told you he was a loser.) His eyes don't speak of broken dreams because all they speak of are stupid trends.

The last two lines came from this book I read called 'The Blue Mirror'. The main character is an artist and she drew pictures of her boyfriend, but they didn't really capture who he really was. She was quite frustrated but he loved them. In the end, she realizes he's a black hole, taking but never giving. So, in the end she draws this ugly picture of a person with red skin and huge black hole eyes. (And a bunch of other stuff, but I can't remember.)

So this poem was a really a collage of different experiences. Interesting. I like how that happened. I wrote this during study hall while I was bored.