*I always wanted to be a superhero when I was a kid!
Mr X
Mr X
May 30

I always wanted to be a superhero when I was a kid!
Always had a childish craving for it.




Now,
I am a superhero...my superhero.
Saving and defending my ownself.
Coz' during the troubled times,
No one rescues...its just one being ...standing alone, against all odds.


I wish they had given me one chance,
Just one...



Not to be the hero...

BG
BG
6 days ago      5 days ago

It comes without warning;
you can't choose whether
or not it happens to you.
It's a calling.
The act of someone needing you,
not someone else,
but you.
You are the hero they need
to save them,
before there's nothing left to save.
You stay up late trying to find ways to become this hero.
You and the caller talk as long as the caller wants.
While this might not be the ideal situation for the hero,
they do it anyways in order
to make sure they caller doesn't end.
The hero swoops in at every situation they can,
trying to convince the caller;
trying to say how much they're needed.
Many times,
they succeed.
The caller decides they want to see another day.
They want to stay strong.
That gives the hero relief,
and only pushes them to try harder.
But,
there always seems to be one final time
when the hero's too late.
This is the time where it's not only the caller's end,
but the hero's, too.
The hero hits zero;
the hero doesn't want to continue
when they know how they
could've prevented this.
And that's when the cycle restarts-
the only difference being the hero
is now the caller.
The new hero,
on the other hand,
unknowingly waits for the call;
the call that could save a hero's life.

I'd love to be your hero
Your knight in shining armor
To take all your pain away


I'd love to be your damsel in distress
Your Lois Lane, Daphne Blake
Because you're my Clark Kent, my Fred Jones
You're my everything
And, thanks to you, there is no pain

#love   #us   #superhero   #scoobydoo  
A drawing of a superhero
Jeremyeckl

A drawing of a superhero
Done by a fourth grader
Who’s father died in a fire.
He’s standing ten feet tall
With the wind blowing in his hair,
He’s got so many friends
And feels no despair.
All the happy people
They say they love him
And there’s nothing he can do
But just keep going.
But teacher asks a question
And he doesn’t know,
So all the children laugh
At the broken Superhero

#poem   #sad   #youth   #child   #superhero  
Kareena Burdine
Kareena Burdine
Aug 3, 2011

You save me.....
Not physically sweep me off my feet,
but somehow you always save me from me.

You know who I am,
and you know how I feel.
Even when I say nothing out loud,
I say nothing thats real.

I may think about it,
think about all these crazy things.
But it's like you hear my thoughts,
you always know the true me.

You see right through me,
and you know how to fix all thats gone wrong.
This love we've been growning,
because of you is becoming invinsably strong.

Are you my very own
SUPER HERO?

MK
MK
Jun 24

I wish I was the Hulk.

Then nobody would laugh at me
or trivialize my feelings
by calling me adorable.

I could smash buildings,
uproot trees,
tear the spine from bridges,
and, finally, my violence would match my anger
and they would begin to understand.

I would give them cause to run away
or cower;
to hide their children under their skirts,
to wade deep in the waters where they will beg
the sharks to come
before I do;

I would break and crush,
grind and tear,
fracture terror itself until
I became its master,
until all of you who know me
would forget I had been
anything other than a monster.

And maybe someday I too would forget
that, between the two,
Bruce Banner
has always frightened me more.

Just because I'm petite and female doesn't mean my anger is small. All anger deserves to be taken seriously.
Alyse M King
Alyse M King
Mar 31, 2012

Last night I dreamed
My life as a comic book.
An intermingled mess,
Those who have not read
Every single issue,
Cannot begin to know.
A brightly colored spectrum
Of unexpected blows.
Amidst all the villian’s
Unrelenting throws
Of powers no more
Than planting
The seeds of self doubt,
I stood armed to fall.
As each seed landed
Upon  my head,
I fell to watch
Each punch line
Read only
“Bam!”
and “Kapow!”.
The plot never thickened
And never came to save me.
In a story
from the villan’s head,
Perpetually trapped
Until the hero returned
to write her portion
of my tale.
As the seeds grew
Into absolute fear,
A twisted feeling
Took hold of my gut.
Who is the antagonist
and who the protagonist?

Hip Heart
Hip Heart
Mar 26

If you really want to stop crime
like a super hero,
fight poverty and desire.
Incarceration and materials,
are an artificial fix,
that do not mend the cause,
just pointlessly capture the effect.

*Daddy! Daddy! Can I be a superhero when I grow up? Like superman. Or batma
POISONED blood
POISONED blood
Jul 13      7 days ago

Daddy! Daddy! Can I be a superhero when I grow up? Like superman. Or batman!

of course you can. You cqn be anything you want

We no longer dream
I always wanted to be flash
Or the green lantern
I went through I spiderman phase but that passed

Then I grew up a little bit
And I wanted to be batman
I mean he is the only feasible superhero
His gadgets are possible
His martial arts are possible
As a whole he can actually happen
That's why I loved him
I still wanted to be a superhero

I no longer think it's possible
It would be fun to have laser eyes
Or sick fighting moves
But it's just a dream.....
So knowing its not possible
So we stop dreaming
We might want to save everybody
But we know its not possible

Not a good write
I’m no superhero
Chubbie Bunny
Chubbie Bunny
Nov 18, 2013

Sometimes I watch “superheroes”
And think just how lucky they are
They can spin a web for the one they love
and become New York’s superstar
When I think about these characters
And the powers they can use
I can’t help but wonder
Which powers I would choose

If I had superpowers
I’d speed up time
We’d have a place of our own
And you’d be all mine
We could stay up all night
We could watch the sunrise
I’d tell you you’re beautiful
And get lost in your eyes
I’m no superhero
But baby you make me fly

Some heroes don’t have powers
Rather a pocket full of money
They buy all their gadgets
To defeat jokers that aren’t so funny
Only their true loves know
Who they are behind the amour
But I don’t have the cash it takes
To be that dark knight charmer

If I had superpowers
I’d speed up time
We’d have a place of our own
And you’d be all mine
We could stay up all night
We could watch the sunrise
I’d tell you you’re beautiful
And get lost in your eyes
I’m no superhero
But baby you make me fly

I would fly around the world a million times
Just to keep you by my side
I would hold you in my arms and fly up high
Just to take you for a ride
I will always be there
I will fight your fight
I will never let go
Because losing you is my kryptonite
I’m no superhero
But baby you make me fly

 
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