nova hunt
nova hunt
Aug 18

sometimes i go off
about these worlds
that i make up
in my head.

because when the world
is so full of shit,
don't you
want another?

i spend
so much time
just living
in these worlds,
     just thinking.

trivial things

how come clouds
get to be high
so high
that it's like they're flying,
when all they do is bring rain?

why do we spend
so much time
obsessing over the fact
that we don't have much time at all?

but i think
that maybe
in these worlds i make up,
it's not so bad.

there are bad people.
but when are there not?

the thing is,
in my world,
i'm not one of those
bad guys.

i'm the one
with the cape
and the mask
and i
am the one that
     saves the day.

#world   #hope   #believe   #superhero  
*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.

I am a 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...

Jul 15      Jul 16

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 the 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.
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.

it's not easy being the superhero
4 days ago

it's not easy being the superhero
in fact
it's hell
because while you're out there
saving the whole goddamn world
who is going to save you?
those selfish bastards need you
but you need them more
and they'll never know
sometimes the superhero
needs saving too

#help   #save   #saving   #superhero  

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

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

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
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?

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