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,
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.
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.
sometimes i go off
about these worlds
that i make up
in my head.
because when the world
is so messed up,
so much time
in these worlds,
how come clouds
get to be 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
in these worlds i make up,
it's not so bad.
there are bad guys
but when are there not?
the thing is,
in my world,
i'm not one of those
i'm the one
with the cape
and the mask
and i am the one
who saves the day.
I always wanted to be a superhero when I was a kid!
Always had a childish craving for it.
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,
Not to be the hero...
it's not easy being the superhero
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
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
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
If you ever fall in love with someone who is in a wheelchair remember this:
I am in love with you and the chair is not you;
Loving someone in a wheelchair is not about the chair at all.
It is about changing their perspective, from always looking down and straight ahead, to around and up.
Holding their hand when they think they are not normal
Take them to the movies
Travel and go places
And when the two of you fight, don't treat him/her as a fragile piece of glass.
Say what is on your mind
And mean it.
Apologize afterwards regardless.
I have been struck; falling in love with him.
He is always there for me and we are the best of friends.
He doesn't know that I love him
Even though I tell him as often as I can that he is my hero.
He has always stood up for me--
He is my superhero
The pain he feels every moment makes me want to trade places with him so he can walk
Dance at his wedding
Even if it is not with me
To actually stand up to hug his family
To be more active
(Let's go out)
But he makes sacrifices because of his body
If I could take away your pain
I'd trade your sorrows for a day
That you can walk in joy and life
A single day without your strife
And if I could trade longer, I would
So that you can live
A life with two legs and arms
This story is called death of a superhero.
We see the superhero flying at full speed after a getaway vehicle. A group of armed men just robbed over one million dollars in cash from the bank and are now speeding through the city. He darts back and forth to dodge the shower of bullets flying at him from the car, which was preventing him from getting any closer.
"I can't let these crooks get away," he grunted to himself as he curved back and forth through the air.
Suddenly he was blind sighted by a large black object coming from the car. It was a high powered electric tazer. It hit him in the side and his muscles locked up, he stopped mid air and went crashing down and smacked and bounced on the ground. This bought the thieves time to escape from his view. By the time he got out of it and regained control of his muscles enough to fly, the crooks had maneuvered the city like a maze, and he didn't know where to look, they had gotten away. He looked over several city blocks and couldn't find him, and was forced to give up.
"Shit" he said to himself.
He flew off to the nearby park and found a secluded spot to meditate and heal.
That was the forth unsuccessful attempt to catch bank robbers this week!
On the news that night
"The Tomerarenai purotto corporation just received over $5 million dollars in donations from an anonymous donor this evening for their new project on Zenchō hill outside city limits.
The project to build a new factory there has been underway for three months now and they've really been moving along thanks to the help of all these private donors that must really believe in their cause, which of coarse is to develop new "greener" technology to help the environment and cut down on pollution.
We have a spokesperson for the organization here with us now how are you?"
"Good and thank you, I'm really honored to be part of this amazing organization and to see such a great turn out of donors for such a good cause. It's been amazing with over 37 million dollars donated by private, anonymous donors over the last three months, it's amazing..."
About half the city watched that news broadcast stream into their homes on their television sets.
It was about 2am when the superhero came out of his meditative state in the park.
He got up energized and flew around.
He saw some guy trying to steal some lady's purse, he zipped down and stood right behind the guy without him even noticing.
The guy got the purse turned around and ran right into him and knocked himself down.
"What do you think you're doing?" the superhero said authoritarily. Then he lunged in grabbed the guy by the shirt at the scruff of the chest. With his other hand he picked up the lady's purse, handed it to her, and told her to go home and get out of the dangerous night city streets. Then he flew the criminal to the police station, told them what he had witnessed, and took off.
Suddenly he heard police sirens all over the city they seemed to be closing in on a specific area, the superhero flew to that area to see what was going on.
He found a police sergeant standing next to a cop car, and stopped to ask him what's going on.
"A masked lunatic just killed 19 people and is now trying to escape in a small silver car, we've got every available unit trying to hunt him down."
He wasted no time, taking up in the air leaving a wind in his wake, the superhero started quickly combing the city for a small silver car driving conspicuously. He found one, and when he flew over it to check it out, all of a sudden he had gunshots being fired at him from inside the car.
"This must be it," he charged the car with full speed but the driver sped up to keep ahead of him.
This isn't going to work, he thought, I should make them think they lost me and follow them secretly and see where they go.
The next time a gunshot was fired the superhero grabbed his chest and purposefully fell down, to make them think he had been shot. Once their guard was down he followed them in secret.
They drove outside of the city thinking they had lost all tails, down a couple winding roads, then climbed Zenchō hill toward the Tomerarenai purotto corporation's construction spot, then went inside.
The superhero landed outside the building and contemplated his next plan. He noticed an open window to an office on the second floor, he carefully peered through the window and saw no one in the office, he flew in and landed on the floor careful not to make a sound above a mouse squeak. He quietly crept through the empty hallways until he reached the staircase, when he heard voices whispering downstairs, "He's gonna be here any minute/ get everything ready."
The hero thought he had no time to lose, he took to the air, bolted down stairs and with a loud dramatic voice yelled "Halt!"
"He's here!" they yelled as one of them ran toward a giant device that looked like a satellite dish, and the other one ran and pulled a rope, dropping piles and piles of smoldering coal around the superhero that immediately made him so sick he could barely move. industrial type smoke was his weakness.
"We've been planning for you to come here," the guy in the mask said firing up the satellite dish looking weapon and pointing it at him.
"W-What do you want?" the superhero asked weakened, frail, and short of breath on his hands and knees on the floor.
"To kill you so you won't stand in our way"
The superhero was growing weaker, and weaker, as the giant atomic laser pointed at him started glowing red, I told you this story was called "death of a superhero".
"Death, of a superhero?" the superhero grunted, "DEATH, of a SUPERHERO!?!" he shouted again, "YOU'VE BEEN ORCHESTRATING MY DEATH!" The superhero yelled at the narrator.
Yes I have, the narrator said all the people in the room could hear me, I've been planning your death since before you went after that getaway vehicle, I have such omnipotent like power over your world, I'm the reason the taser gave the one's working for these two time to escape, I'm the reason you never checked this place out until everything was ready, and now I get to watch these two kill you, and laugh, knowing that you'll never find me and there's nothing you can do to change events.
Now, the beam was fully charged
"No!" the superhero thought, "up till this point, I thought I had to go along with everything the narrator said, but no!" He started to slowly manage to get up.
The masked killer hit the button, fired the laser, and killed the superhero instantly.
"You think you can just kill me by saying so," the superhero grunted out louder slowly rising to his feet. Mentally forcing his body to work even in the presence of his weakness, in reality, contrary to what the narrator said, the beam was still charging.
"No!" the superhero continued, getting stronger and healthier, "THERE WILL BE NO DEATH OF A SUPER HERO!!!" suddenly the superhero's personal energy was strong enough to clear a bubble around him of fresh air pushing the smoke around it. He flew through the air at bullet speed and punched the masked killer across the room and out of consciousness. Then he went for the assistant who was running to the door, in the heat of the moment, the superhero, hitting him up from behind, punched a hole straight through his skull and he fell to the ground head-gored-dead. The superhero deactivated the laser. and stood and looked around to try and find that supervillian mastermind, the narrator.
"You will never find me," the narrator said, "I exist in an inexcusable part of your reality."
Then another voice broke through, "I will open up a portal to the narrator for you" the author said, "be wary though, even in his own part of this dimension, he is very frippery and slick, you must not let him break free into you're general reality, lest he end your world."
Suddenly a glowing golden sword appeared in a light before the superhero, he took it and bowed, understanding what he was to do.
A shimmering white and grey portal swirled out of thin air. He looked at it for a second as it grew outwards until it was big enough for him to walk through. He slowly marched into it, guard heightened as he did not know what to expect, carrying the glowing golden sword behind his back.
Inside the portal was a large white room where the narrator lived. there was a large white shelf, four walls and a ceiling, the portal remained open.
He looked around but didn't see the narrator at first, when he realized the narrator had filled half the room with a thick white fog to mask himself.
"Show yourself you coward!" the hero yelled. Sudddenly a large fist came out of the fog and punched the superhero right in the face, he stumbled back a few steps, but didn't let it knock him over. Suddenly a humanoid figure stepped out of the fog, it had a body like a man but a head like a king cobra.
"S--sssss--o" it said, "you found a way to find me," "Hisssssssssssss..."
"I found you and I will destroy you to free my world from your evil," the superhero said.
"Is-s that sssssssssso" the beast said. "And how do you plan to do that? Hisssssssss".
Then the narrator's eyes widened when he say the glowing gold sword behind his back.
"I will cover myself in armor that that sword can't pierce." He said.
"And an armor appeared around the narrator, except it only appeared to cover his head, and his face was still bare." The narrator said and it happened.
The superhero lunged at the narrator with the sword but the narrator slipped to the right and shot balls of fire at the superhero, but the superhero dodged.
"And his hand got shaky and it greatly effected his aim," the narrator hissed out.
The superhero swung at the narrator, but missed everytime.
"I've got to steady my aim" the superhero thought to himself, putting most of his energy into his arm to hold it steady. The narrator backed away from him, hissing and darting back and forth as if antagonizing him, perhaps trying to distract him and his focus.
Suddenly he felt a surge of energy push back from the sword, flow up his arm and flood his body, the sword glowed brighter and he was in control of himself again.
He went after the narrator full force, swinging and jabbing the sword, but the narrator dodged every attack.
"You'll never defeat me!" the narrator hissed.
But while he said that he lost focus, and the superhero swung the sword right into the side of the human part of the body, so deep it hit something metal and stopped.
"Then he dropped the sword," the narrator said quickly and it happened. The superhero's hand snapped wide open before his willpower could stop it, and the sword dropped to the ground with a "shink".
Acting super fast, the narrator dropped to the ground and picked up the sword with his teeth, and slithered out of his fake, damaged human body into his true form, a giant king cobra looking snake, covered in a heavy metal armor that was scaly and didn't restrict his movements. Quickly, he slithered over to the portal, but the superhero grabbed his lower armor before he got a chance to escape into the hero's world, and used his body to anchor the snake to that spot.
The narrator swung and slithered his body to try to free himself from the hero's hold but he was holding on to well, and the serpent could not escape.
The hero did not know what to do, he needed to get the sword back and slay the serpent, but he had to keep both hands on him to keep him from getting free.
He had an idea, he used his legs to help anchor the serpent, and climbed him to get to his head to retrieve the sword. Slowly he worked his way up the snake as he slithered and struggled to get free. When it seemed inevitable that the hero was gonna get the sword back, the serpent spit it out and it landed next to the door. Then he shot fireballs out of his mouth at point blank range at the superhero which distracted him enough for him to loose his grasp, and let the serpent break free. The serpent quickly slithered over to the portal, hissed "goodbye sucker", mouthed the sword once again, and slithered out the portal.
The superhero jumped up and flew after the serpent, and crash landed onto of him on the other side of the now closing portal.
"The masked murderer woke up and came over to help the narrator," the serpent hissed out.
Suddenly the masked murderer came over and the hero was trying to get him on his side to break the stalemate.
As the snake and the superhero wrestled, the superhero called out to the masked murderer, "Don't help him, if he escapes me now, he'll destroy the world!"
"Don't listen to your enemy," the narrator hissed out, "Kill him!"
"Don't listen to him," the superhero tried to reason with him, "he's just manipulating you, everybody, he's the reason you wanted to kill me and do this whole project in the first place, YOU ultimately have free will! and we need to kill him."
The narrator strikes and bit the superhero's arm for telling the masked killer he had free will.
"What do you need!" the masked murder shouted when he got over there.
"KIll him" the serpent hissed out!
"The sword!" the hero shouted.
The masked murderer, not knowing what to do, picked up the sword and handed it to the hero.
The superhero used it to pry off a piece of the serpent's armor, poised it into position and struck down. The narrator shifted his body however so the sword narrowly missed, and curved his tail so the open spot in the armor was underneath him, "Grab him!" the superhero said, hold him steady so I can get a good shot."
The Masked murderer did just that, and the hero drove the sword through the opening and impaled the narrator right there, and actually cut him in two.
"But then the narrator's body sealed at the womb and he slithered free" the serpent said and it happened, and he slithered at full speed toward the same door the masked murderer's assistant tried to escape through, and he was making distance.
"And then a layer of cement formed around the superhero's ankle so he couldn't chase the narrator." and a piece of cement attached to the floor formed around his ankle.
But the superhero made quick work of that, a jerk of the leg and it reduced to crumbles and he got up and chased the serpent.
The serpent got outside the door and mumbled something, suddenly the door was a pure steel wall. Three punches by the superhero weakened the steel and severely dented it, the forth punch and it went flying off and the superhero ran outside and saw the narrator escaping into the brush. He knew what he had to do, he lunged at him and grabbed him just by the head, and thrust the sword through a hail of fireballs straight into it's mouth, the narrator couldn't speak to reverse that action and he died shortly after.
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