I think the greatest story
I have ever read
was based on the line
that heroes always win
but then it begged the question
what if the hero
had a slightly darker backstory
when he didn't believe
the words that were
supposed to give him confidence
and courage
And hope
and he gave in
to what ended
the Superhero story
before it even began
But despite all the heartbreak
I still love the story
I think it's greatest line was
they did not win
the hero did not get the girl
the hero did not save the day
the villain won
the world was doomed
to a Fate that we know
that was never told
Only envisioned
In our worst nightmare
They Did not win
the greatest story
I've ever read
begin with the line
heroes always win

There's little evidence of this
The time before
When words meant
Nothing more than
Their everyday meaning
When there were no stories
No ill named characters
No half constructed worlds
When the words
A picture paints a thousand words,
Write them
Meant little more than
An impossible task
Now a simple challenge of
Picking the right words
Tear stains on old notebooks
One character unnamed
Pencils with broken lead
Erasers rubbed thin
Doodles instead of lines
Sketches of their faces
Never just right

There's 52 cards in a deck
One hundred and four in two
We play BS and poker
Cribbage and black jack
We play games with no name
There's one we all play
It's the game of life
Taking one day at a time
There's no skipping turns
Some will fold forever
But we all have to keep playing
We will sometimes teach others
A strategy or two
New players are always welcome
Sometimes we bet too much
Often we miss our big break
Because of insecurities and fear
Sometimes I fold the good hand
To help a friend
Not that they will ever know
I don't have many chips left
But that's okay
Because my last wish is
Only that my fellow player keep
Playing
I like playing cards
With my friends
I've gotten good at a game
Called S-heads
I win some and I lose some
But I never give in
Playing cards
How could anyone relate it to life
They are not the same
When I fold for the last time
I'll give you my hand
Of cards
Hidden in my sleeves

On my back in a sea of uncertainty
It rolls lifting me up
And gliding me down
Its wavering surface calms me like
The calm before the storm
Storm clouds wept in the distance
Cool grey clouds seem to surround me
I never know when the sky begins
And the ocean ends
Gentle like a mother holding her first child
For the first time
A slow rocking makes my mind drift
Like it hasn't since I was a child
The water has long since soaked
Me to the bone
Filling me up with nothingness
The wind whispers stories
Like teenage girls trying to keep a secret
The place seems endless
Of sleepless time
And timeless nothing
Drifting in and away from
This world's problems
Like every dark thought sank
And every light one keeps me
Floating
A kind of purgatory
No ...........good
No.............bad
Just you floating there
And that's it
drifting
It's like that moment before sleeping
Seconds between awake and asleep
When everything fades
Like in a fog
I see something
A shape at the edge of the nothing
I feel so unconcerned
As stars fall into the water
They make no sound
There is no ripples
The shadows grow lighter
And I fly higher
The water shapes into bubble like forms
Drifting around me
If only I could just be here forever
Drifting on my back
Nothing holding me down