Not-So-Superman: Favorites

Dec 2013 Not-So-Superman

Kate

They ask me over and over again,
"What boy hurt you to make you this way?"
And I laugh.
Because they are too ignorant to understand
Liking girls does not require a previous pain,
Or being touched by a hand you thought you could trust
Love has no ****** preference
And love has no gender
So I am forced to ask them,
"What girl hurt you to make you that way?"
They look at me puzzled
And they don't understand
Because their normal only has one definition
And that is theirs.
They don't understand that maybe,
Just maybe,
I deserve love in which ever way makes me feel the butterflies in my tummy
And makes my hands perspire in the pocket of my hoodie
They can't seem to see
That I have seen more love in the curves of her back
Than they will ever see on their knees.
But no matter how much I tell them that there is nothing wrong with me,
That no boy hurt me,
They persist.
They no longer ask.
They just plainly state,
"A boy hurt you and made you this way."

Dec 2013 Not-So-Superman

Trapped.......As It Forgets

Dec 2013 Not-So-Superman

Neva Flores Varga Smith

Trapped.......As It Forgets

On the inside
I am like words
that find my hopes embraced by wounds
which cut me constantly.
When I neglect the walk of now
my pride forgets to see.

Although I smile into each day,
silence screams and laughs
like lightning erases humanity
as it exists.
My sight of the outside world
becomes the flame.....
trapped as it forgets

Dec 2013 Not-So-Superman

Untitled

Dec 2013 Not-So-Superman

Bilal Kaci

Untitled

Your art is the footprint you leave
On the snowy path to self discovery

Dec 2013 Not-So-Superman

In Need Of An Ocean

Dec 2013 Not-So-Superman

sara burns

In Need Of An Ocean

She loved an earth that held her firm, relentlessly present, a strong & constant landscape whose only inclination was to bear her

She loved a wind from across the world that touched her skin in some unspoken, selfless way that made her know she had any body at all

She loved a wildfire in its blazing and consumptive chaos, sagely conscious that she was burning from within its hungry & narcotic flames

And they loved her in their ways, steadily, sadly; distinct but alike in unequivocally knowing she was opaque, arcane, unfathomable:

In need of a measureless ocean that awed her from each vantage point, that could do nothing but swallow her whole with an all-powerful calm

Dec 2013 Not-So-Superman

She was so cold

Dec 2013 Not-So-Superman

Ann M Johnson

She was so cold

She was so cold, I'm surprised her words weren't froze
She was so cold, her nose, if she sneezed might make snow
She was so cold, I have a feeling an icicle might be on the ceiling
I wonder why the so called expert lacked Human emotion
She was so cold, I think if she had a potion, it would turn to ice
She was so cold, I think being nice is foreign to her
She was so cold, she gave me the chills
She was so cold, that being near her i felt ill
She was so cold, I wish someone would have turned on the heat
even though it was summer

One time I had to meet with a so called expert and this is how i felt.

Dec 2013 Not-So-Superman

Above The Storms

Dec 2013 Not-So-Superman

John Stevens

Above The Storms

The storms are pounding
Destruction is rampant
No end seems in sight.
The day is endless
The night never ending
Will it ever, ever be right?

Lightning crashes
Winds are swirling
Torrents of water fall down.
The earth is shaking
The shelter is breaking
Thunderous sound resound.

Above the storm
the Calm prevails
Overlooking the turmoil below.
Awaiting the return
of order again
That Peace and Calm bestow.

Then it is over...

No more pounding
Silence, beautiful silence
Comes whispering in the ears.
The Earth becomes firm
The Sun is still shining
It dries up all the tears.

Through the debris
New hopes arise
Covering the scars below.
Growing stronger, stronger
As strength rebounds
Renewed by the seeds we sow.

Repairing the damage
Replacing the lost
Moving forward with or without.
Finding Hope in the future
as Faith reaches upward
Redeeming Love without a doubt.

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When the storms of life
Cause turmoil and strife,
The Son dries all my tears.
When all seemed lost
I counted the cost
Turned over all my fears.

I am surviving.
I am stronger still.

(c) 11-19-2010
Completed 11-22-2010 for Jen

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