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Hank Pym May 2017
I am Caesar
King of my world
And happy as can be

I am Caesar
King of my empire
And friendship is key

I am Caesar
King of my castle
And betrayal surrounds me
God, I hate backstabbers
Hank Pym Mar 2017
As you leave
For wonder afar
Know that I am here
Dying
Like a caterpillar
Going into its cocoon
Awaiting glorious rebirth
But now I have to wait
Days?
Months?
Years?
Until I see you again
I am hanging from this tree
While you have gone and are
Gone with the wind
Goodbye my friend.  I will see you soon.
Hank Pym Dec 2016
( A man has fallen and cannot get up)

I walk in the room and see him
Laying on the floor moaning
Like he is in a mystical slumber
And cannot awake

Call a Doctor!
     (How Strange!)
     (But why?)
     (Leave him where he lie.)
Call some One
     (How Strange!)
     (But why?)
     (He is Ancient and ready to die.)
Good bye my friend
Our parting saddens me
But i have no help
For you
Hank Pym Dec 2016
Bye Mom
Bye Dad
I'm gone
I'm sad
Bye Felipe
Bye Juan
I wish I could sit
And eat a wan-ton
Bye Evanthia
I don't want to go
I cannot stay
But I'm at an utter low
I've lost my first friend
Who was drifting away
Maybe it was destined
That our friendship
Would die out one day
I won't except it
I'm coming back
To get back my friend
Hold up! Let me pack
Back I arrive
Hi Dad
Hi Mom
I'm sorry left
I know I was wrong
Hi Evanthia
I missed your
Cute little song
Time to get her back
My friend of 'ole
I will see you after
I have accomplished my goal
Evanthia is my sister.  I love her very much.  She's my little Wasp.
Hank Pym Dec 2016
drifting through the air
waiting
waiting
waiting
for the ground to burst up and hit me
like the punch of relief and happiness
but it never comes
the winds of distrust
continue to reside
and never let go of me
like a mother clinging to her child
in a big hug
let me go
i long for happieness
the thing that finds almost everyone but me
the tears fall like the leaves
waiting
waiting
waiting
to hit the ground
where there is a utopia of happieness
without sorrow
pain
lies
and distrust
where not even your dearest family can trust you
and toilets seem rather welcoming
can't it just be over
can't it all just stop
can't everything just be

perfect?
or am i cursed to a life of despair
where i am not loved
and no one forgives me for the mistakes that i have made?
do the dear love me?
does anyone?

so many unanswered questions

waiting
waiting
waiting
for the answers to come
no answers are coming anytime soon

these are the times i hate being a teenager
and wish i could be five
when the world was perfect
and my mommy loved me
Hank Pym Dec 2016
Why Me?
Why is my life so sad?
Why is my life so sucky?
Why is my life so cruel?
Why is my life so killed?
Why is my life so unforgiving?
Why is does this happen to me?
Why is my life so unforgiving?
Why is my life so killed?
Why is my life so cruel?
Why is my life so sucky?
Why is my life so sad?
Why me, mom?
Why not another?
Hank Pym Oct 2016
Love is a wind turbine
An animated spinner
That goes round
And round
It has almost
Become meaningless
And in some cases abusive
Especially with you, my love

You may have my number
You can take my name
But you will never
Have my heart

Like a windmill in a tornado
We go around like crazy
When the wind calms
The blades stop
And the mill is torn down

STOP!             STOP!
STOP!    STOP!   Love,
I  do  not  need  you
A thorn in my side
Preventing me
From loving
Another
Who
I

Appreciate
Need
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