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.

about
trivial things

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

     or:
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.

sure,
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  
BG
BG
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.
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 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...

it's not easy being the superhero
Sarah
Sarah
Sep 28

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?
nobody
those selfish bastards need you
but you need them more
and they'll never know
that
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
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  
He is my superhero
Katherine Elaine Wisdom
Katherine Elaine Wisdom
Oct 14      Oct 15

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
dinner
Travel and go places
Laugh
Talk
Cry
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)
Happy
(I'm alive)
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

I have a best friend who is in a wheelchair paralyzed from the mid-chest down. I dedicate this poem to him,  and even if he does not feel the same,   I am still his best friend and I will remain by his side for as long as he wants me to.
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?

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?

 
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