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Lazzy
I want to feel invincible a constant state of manic panic Always moving somewhere and never holding on just giving up letting it all slip away Let the rhythm of a cars engine be the theme song of my life Unable to be cut down because I'm already stronger than steel The emotions in my day to day life make me feel real But I don't want to feel real or even feel fake I just want this impervious nature that's in-between like a beautiful white snake The kind that shape-shifts and changes losing it's dead no longer needed skin The kind that makes me want to play russian roulette once a day And that nature alone would make my odds of survival 100% no matter the situation impossibly stronger than any dictator or nation In the end my mind slips and my concentration on that super powered feeling loses itself somewhere in the springs in my feet or on the back of some sticky note I just might be a superhero who's powers aren't found on the surface Perhaps the key to my strength does lie on the back of some yellow piece of adhesive and I lost it Maybe that lost piece of paper was an idea that would have sold me on permanent success and a never failing composite of infinite worth. But until I find it I want to be a superhero so I can earn my reason for living Prove to some unseen being that I was supposed to be strong Lately all I've been telling myself that I'm nothing more than a ball of wound up string that could unravel at any moment And all I want is for all those thoughts to be wrong.
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Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 10:51 PM UTC
I Want To Feel Like A Superhero
I want to feel invincible a constant state of manic panic Always moving somewhere and never holding on just giving up letting it all slip away Let the rhythm of a cars engine be the theme song of my life Unable to be cut down because I'm already stronger than steel The emotions in my day to day life make me feel real But I don't want to feel real or even feel fake I just want this impervious nature that's in-between like a beautiful white snake The kind that shape-shifts and changes losing it's dead no longer needed skin The kind that makes me want to play russian roulette once a day And that nature alone would make my odds of survival 100% no matter the situation impossibly stronger than any dictator or nation In the end my mind slips and my concentration on that super powered feeling loses itself somewhere in the springs in my feet or on the back of some sticky note I just might be a superhero who's powers aren't found on the surface Perhaps the key to my strength does lie on the back of some yellow piece of adhesive and I lost it Maybe that lost piece of paper was an idea that would have sold me on permanent success and a never failing composite of infinite worth. But until I find it I want to be a superhero so I can earn my reason for living Prove to some unseen being that I was supposed to be strong Lately all I've been telling myself that I'm nothing more than a ball of wound up string that could unravel at any moment And all I want is for all those thoughts to be wrong.
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