When I first heard about love

I hate it

When I secondly heard about love

I loved it

Now I listen about love

And I feel lost

But isn’t life about love?

Love to me, and you, and you and me, and the family and the dog

Yeah, I think my love is the only thing that loves me right now

But i love love

we all do

In a time,
when men were the superheroes,
born in an unconventional location,

a young girl, unknown to the future
she was destined to,
was born with a uniqueness
unfound in all people, a superpower
of empathy
and as she grew,

the world knew
she was imbued
as a living embodiment of legends:

Athena's wisdom,
beauty that surpassed the goddess Aphrodite,
conversational skills that made Hermes envious,
and strength that Hercules
could never attain.

As she approached an age, when her parents would
trust her to be guardian,
her powers manifested.
This incredible child was now a woman.

With the ability to heal those in need: she could expunge
poison that had afflicted a person,
even their hearts,
a God-given gift for those most sacred;
her correspondences exponentially developed,
able to connect in all languages, fueled by her empathetic nature,
this allowed all who interacted with her to trust her for she radiates sincerity.

Now, fully grown, this super-no-

This Wonder Woman had retired her duties
to save the world, not forsake it, but,
to train Wonder Girl, her daughter,
to unlock the latent abilities her mother had passed on to her.

She still looks up at the Higher Power
and realizes her duty to provide
the world justice is not over
but only beginning.

Her holy spirit was not unacknowledged
and was gifted
a bulletproof bracelet,
forged by the most skilled craftsman by direction
of all that is wise and healing.

Given to her to wear
so that nothing could halt her
as she continues
her fate to provide the world a humanity
that could only come from
an intrinsically true
dear heart.

I wore my heart
on my sleeve last year
with a touch of agony
and the depth of despair
in hopes that you would
somehow love me.

But desperation,
I hear,
has a strong scent;
and when mixed
with fear--
and you could sense it
clinging onto my every
spluttered word,
every painted red lips
I hope you'd gaze upon;
the shadow of my eyelashes
imprinted in my cheeks
and the sweet delirium
of your voice;
a echo in the morning,
a whisper at night.

Today I remember
a year ago
how dearly I loved you
and loathed myself.

When I was just a little boy,
When I went to sleep at night,
I used to stick to the shadows.
I was the thing people were supposed to be afraid of,
I led the monsters into battle.
I was in the shadows, and of the dark.

My mom used to keep the bathroom light on,
Every night it shone through my doorway.
The Light was coming my way, slowly but surely.
Why did I live in the dark?
Maybe because it was embracing my nightmares.
Maybe because it whispered "you are perfect!" in my ear,
Or maybe I was afraid of the bright of day.

Eventually it dawned on me,
That I could still be among the shadows,
And yet be of the Light!
There was hope for my pride, and sin,
And soon I began to shine flashlights in the dark,
To show it the way.

I realized today that I have
stopped living life.
I am literally just trying to get
to the next day, just living in the
thought of tomorrow.
I am not living, I am waiting.
And the trouble is, I don't know what
I am exactly waiting for. I am kind of
scared for what it might be.

it doesn't matter your skin tone,
your religion,
your life.
Because I am not you and You are not me,
so what are we to judge each others realities?
We live on this planet together,
using its resources dutifully,
So why fight and badger another's exigency?
There's no real war between each other,
we all have sisters,
fathers,
brothers,
mothers,
Its within our minds,
that we create these differences,
The human race cast upon the hate.
Not god,
Not the government,
Man.
We are the monsters that created this mess,
and if the only difference between us is luminosity,
then its our own dumbfounded minds that created this tangibility.

The darkness in my soul, never left.
It was always there
It was suppressed when you where here
And filled me up when you left

The darkness in my soul
Plagued what I hold most dear
Infected my heart
Infected my brain
It growed into a tumor, and latched untill it became a part of me.
You see my dear, you where the sun in my sky. The angel of me.
And I? Hehehe.... I was just the demon in you, killing what you wanted to be...