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Carlo C Gomez Mar 2020
A friend of the Man of Steel,
Lois Lane was full of questions
about identity and the way Niagara Falls,
which Clark Kent was poorly denying.

The life of this reporter
was then full of punch-ups
and helicopter rides gone awry;
strange musings in her head
and fancy flights in the sky;
vacations consumed climbing the Eiffel Tower
and making love in an odd
fluffy bean bag bed.

But she loved the smokes so much more,
she ****** those coffin nails
faster than a speeding bullet.
More powerful than a locomotive,
she puffed away, leaving
Superman’s love in the ashtray.

Our poor hero's heart might have ached
but he still could leap
tall buildings in a single bound.
Lois, on the other hand, was a chainsmoker
and her teeth always brown.

It doesn't take x-ray vision to see
this chimney sweep was
no prize or pageant beauty.
And dare it be said, in true hindsight,
she was even worse for him than Kryptonite.
Cozyflowz Mar 2020
Taken Away By Cozyflowz

Momma momma it's sunny out there,
The predators shall be awoken, go out not,

No daughter I shall be fine, we need some foods, the basket is empty, thou shall go fetch something to feed

I shall return in Dew
Momma momma please I beg of you, thou shouldn't take this risks,
I shall endure thy little I eat, I want you closer than ever,  daughter worry not, my guard is embodied

Momma left for the forest, the woods were drained, leafs scattered around thy forest, thy evil birds squeak, the forest gasps for thy tornado,

Momma was a little scared,  the wind was lite, and the sun was hotter,
Momma picked as much foods as she can, on her way home,
She passed the forbidden empire for shortcut home,

In the empire lives a scary demons called the hyenas, strong teeth are a sign of their carnivorous diet, able to hunt buffalos,

Momma walked timidly,
fears of the evil empire scared her to ground,
Momma mistakenly stepped on a dead prey bones, that awoken the evil hyenas,

Laughing, laughing
Here you dare pass the shortcut, how brave you are,  momma tried to run as fast as she could, unfortunately for her,

She was stripped off by the hyenas, and was plundered mercilessly,
Daughter was worried and scared, she tried coming outside to run a search party, but the windstorm scares her back, night, morning, over morrow she never saw the face of her mother, she wept all day.
Talks about death of a mother.
Maja Feb 2020
A stepping stone,
made for stepping on

The Villain helped the Hero be the light
by making it dark,
so that the Hero can shine bright
Without the villain, would there be a hero? Without the circumstance, would the hero be born to save it? The villains make the story.
Plus, they are the most fun to read and write about.
Chandy Feb 2020
Shot
Bruised
Sliced
Broken
I refuse to give in
To my limits
I wish to go beyond them
Mom
Dad
Thanks for believing in me
You're why I proclaim
To this day
I am still a hero
Good and evil vary
But a hero...
Always saves the day
I can't be the one...
...To change that!
Rasha Joie C Feb 2020
A guy from the car trunk
Changed his hair from black to brown
He's as big as a rock
But as soft as my arms
He makes dull moments happy
For me, he's my Spidey (Spiderman)
A person I can stick with
His eyes are full of sadness
But no one notices except me
He laughs, smiles and sometimes cries
I can hear his heartbeat,
but care not to share it
To me he's not just nobody,
but somebody I want to keep
Published this after almost 3 years
Chandy Feb 2020
Lifted above
Ascending above our heads
Arms support
A sleeping body
Exhausted from crisis
Tired of fighting
c
r
a
s
h
.
.
.
A rival appears
One that never passed grade school
We tried to get them away
Cough
More coughing
She's awake...
The ruiner of our days
Will be blocked
By the woman
With a broken bat
She may not win...
But she'll try
Until she becomes a sacrifice.
Austin James Jan 2020
No tears seem to express.
No words seem to explain.
My heart has sunken into my gut
As the world is hooded with pain.  

A jack of many trades.
A master of them all.
An artist in the greatest form
Whose paintbrush was a ball.

This life makes little sense.
Souls taken far too soon.
We must cherish the ones we love
Because our time, we cannot choose.

The Mamba lives forever,
In the hearts of old and young.
The hope you gave to many
Will be shared for years to come.

The memories will never fade.
Your legacy will live on.
A hero of the game we love,
But a legend far beyond.
My heart is broken and I wrote this. The only thing I could think to do was to share it because so many people are feeling the way I'm feeling right now. Lost. Confused. Sad. Angry. But we have to remember that we are stronger in numbers and we're all grieving together so I hope ya'll enjoy this.

RIP Kobe and Gigi. You will be sincerely missed.
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2020
made by human hands/from elements of the ground/and from afar/silver gold and star/burning without memory/or clear trajectory/in a ritual of prayer/and smoke-filled arena air/the only thing that shines forth/the peril and glory/an endlessly rewritten story/of their own sudden demise
Octavian Vidican Jan 2020
Wise men teach us
to discuss
about how important is
to do some studies and analyses,
just to know,
where our roots came from.
So, I’ve done a DNA test.
Guess!

Are you aware
- do you really care -
that your destiny
is, as the wise men said, in history?
Don't you know?
Man, don't be low!
So, I’d enrolled in the army.
Funny?

I went to war
to save and protect my DNA's pure core;
Since then I do sins
and I ****
different types of enemies
with unknown identities.
That is my duty,
Isn't beauty?

Isn't fun?
But now, I'm done.
Guess what I think I am:
a cruel criminal?
a modest hero?
Anyway, nobody will see tomorrow
how I will vanished, surprisingly,
In a outlandish history.
Keiri Jan 2020
Meet me at the ravine's drop
Feel my body covered in frost.
Find me at a mountain's top.
As you have earned my trust.

Heat me with that heart of yours.
Hope me with your words.
Cover me with planets' cores.
Fly me with the birds.

Drown me with your dreams.
Choke me with your hug.
Blind me with your beams.
And slowly become my drug.

For I have awaited your presence.
And hope I couldn't bear.
And now I enjoy the incense.
Of the mighty red flare.
I feel reborn and loved, hope is back in my life, let's hope it's here to stay
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