In lurid globes
Down the shadowed folds of heavy velvet.
Your spine is twisted under stretched yellow skin,
Disjointed vertebrae break through, glinting white.
Your lost words heavy on your tongue,
Ringing in my ears.
Every villain believes
they are a hero dear.
You have always believed in me
The way you look at me as if I was a hero
Always happy always smiling
Never any doubt
I just hope that the day never come that I disappoint you
That I can be everything you believe me to be
So that when my time is gone
You're time begins
For you shall be my legacy for ages to come
And be a better hero for someone else
I am no super hero.
I can't save others from despair.
I can't save my heart from falling and crashing and burning and breaking every single time.
I couldn't save my father.
Or my mother.
Or my grandmother...
I can't even save myself.
But before you deem me an unworthy adversary,
Could you please just leave me the cape.
I'd like to keep putting it on,
And keep playing super hero.
Because one day,
Maybe just one day,
I'll learn how to fly.
And I'll learn how to save the World.
She was silent, misused, and manipulated.
He was Brave. He was her hero. Brave sauntered over to Silent.
Silent was sick with manipulation and was covered head to toe in the ashes of those who misused her.
Brave raised her up out of the ashes he wiped away the disrespect and eventually gained her trust.
When trust was gained Brave became how she built her self-respect.
Brave saw beauty, intelligence,someone to love where she never did.
Soon Silent became Bold with the help of Braves ways.
Before long Bold was able to stand with Brave grasping her hand above what used to be ashes.
Together Brave and Bold vanished the ashes by binding their love.
In a short time after a river of complements flowed for anyone who ever felt silent could go.
Let me get my hopes so high
That I forget what I am
I saw darkness
Cast in a hologram
Dark In the strangest places
Falling cold all over me
And I can't wish
That I was anybody
Else I'll just wanna call you
And hear a voice as I die
All sounds are sweet
For someone hot and high
And many sound the same
When my eyes are closed
Sleep is evil
For the mind aglow
I didn't feel much for her
As I left yesterday
But I broke my phone
When I heard your name
In the morning, bathed in light
Glass along the kitchen floor
A familiar face
Framed in the open door
Before the garden was saved... It fell countless times.
But each time it fell, it was saved & restored; & each time
..it has been worth the effort. This is fact, not mere opinion.
The garden has fallen in many fashions. It has gone out
every way imaginable. It has been burned. It has been ridden
with plague & disease. It has consumed itself through greed.
It has killed, turning corrupt eye ...time after time after time..
It has frozen over, gone cold with stone & ice. It has been stretched,
& all-l-l ..the way to death, it has bled. It has been its own worst enemy,
& has also played the victim.
As it has fallen, so shall it be risen.
It has gone out every way imaginable... Implying then, it has been saved every way imaginable...
There is one cycle, in which the city was drenched, died due to a dogged downpour. The garden suffocated; it was flooded,
submerged... condemned.. to the bottom of a new-lake.
Rusting & flaking beneath... drowned, Garden did..
Flowers ...to seaweeds. Treasures & high-test soil ..buried;
everything bloated & breaking, like Atlantis rotting ...Garden sank.
But in this cycle, the city was saved... not by something with scales,
but by a creature with feathers, instead. This is the tale of
the Sea Hawk ..the Osprey.
He dove down from the clouds, as if they were cliffs
into this new-lake deep, full of some sort of
new-kind-of-spirit & reached... out with his grasp,
till his fingers clasped.. the tip of the ship. Like a toothpick,
he uplifted said-ship, pinching it.. like a nerve, holding it...
like some old, legendary sword by its bowsprit-of-a-grip.
Unedited for now.
Notes regarding Garden & this hawk idea I have now added to the mix.
Everything in the works.
Claiming this more unfinished than I was originally going to claim it. Will be updating this one.
"Hawks migrate you know? & force of wind can be a large & pesky variable, little brother. Sometimes the things you believe will propel you into the right direction ---- actually end up pushing you off course. Sometimes the invisible... will pull you elsewhere, regardless of wherever it was ...you.. had in mind.
The invisible.... can be reckless, unforgiving, ..uncaring; however, Lady Luck has always smiled for me. I've always been devil-may-care, as it has always felt right to be so. That is.. to play the role of the wildcard, & to be given a supernatural sort of sight, which has led me through the Piano Key Seas....
Come to think of it... That was my mistake: failing to avoid large bodies of water. Those gusts out there.... in the middle of all the waves. I should have flown 'round the coastline, instead. Those damn gales...!"
He pauses & adjust his silver spectacles: They look as if they come from somewhere far away or were crafted in a time long before his day or age.
"But I navigated a way... I listened. I truly listened & ...Voila!
Here-I-am: The Hawk, the Wildcard, the Raptor ..the Rock & Rolla...."
So fear not-for the Garden, or for anything, little brother. Fate
has brought me back ..to be the one who saves this place before
you come-to out of dreams & sleep.... to do all of what I do, now,
all over again.."
He then proceeds to take the city by its metaphorical hand & wrist,
& pull the drowning-ship--of-a-nation -- incl. his sleeping brother --
up from the waking grip of the Hollow. He had tacked the wind
ten-thousand times ..& then some; he would now tug o' war
This piece is unfinished, but inspired. Working title & everything.
Thank you all. All my love.
Also, for clarification: This is a scene in a prequel I suppose you can call it. It is still all abstract to even myself, but I will word it plainly as to make it easy to understand. Please forgive the lack of polishing:
There is a city named Garden in later stories. It is protected by a few heroes. Here, it is being saved by this hawk-hero BEFORE any of those few heroes have taken up a name or anything yet. One of those heroes, is this hawk-guys younger brother who is in a state of 'torpor,' asleep. I am not sure what I am going to do with this hero yet. I may have his story go untold, at least within 'his world' thereby conveying how some heroes are 'comically doomed' in a sense to do all of the work, & receive not one shred of credit for it. We shall see. Apologies for the repost and all this explaining. Will sort all of this out one day when I have the time. I do promise that.
Working title for now.
He awoke ..only this time
..not within a nightmare or his land lost..
but in the nick of time.. He had not yet failed;
although, he was not yet fully awake.
& all -- although not lost -- shook,
standing over the edge of eradication.
Voices-welcoming him-into this consciousness- reminded him
that there is... still some chance left.