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I used to hate super hero movies
Too much CGI, too many explosions,
Characters too good to be true

That's without other problematic
Issues like female characters
Who only existed

To be the hero's fighting prize,
To be eye candy
To be bait, to be a trope for his plot

It took until Wonder Woman
For me too have a woman
I could watch be super

And even then
She was more alien
Than human

She was such perfection
And I'm a broken *****
Staring at the face of an angel

I was never going to see myself in
In Gal Gadot, I needed someone
Who could feel my pain a little

The only hero I've seen
On a Big Big Scream
Who looked an ounce like me:

Harley and they made her share
With Will Smith and
A bad script (good music though)

But thank Goddess
Thank Lucy
Thank 30 Seconds To Mars

We got Harley and
Margot Robbie and for that I
Consider myself blessed

I, Tonya made me feel like I could
Twirl around in a short skirt
With my bird fingers up
Robert Nov 2018
oh so you're engaged now
madly in love huh
well that's funny isn't it
I'm kind of the same
but mostly just mad
Lynnia Oct 2018
Am I the only one
Who gives a second thought
To those people that we shun
For everything they’re not?
Am I the only girl
Who doesn’t like these songs?
Who wants to love the world,
Not **** for all that they’ve done wrong?
Am I the only soul
Who really strives to give;
Who wants to play my role;
Who wants to try to live?
Am I the only friend
Who might just even care
Whether this is a dead end?
Is there even something there?
Shin Jul 2018
This PC is fixed.
I really wish I was too.
Dear God, let me die.

I am Switz
Jerrad Johnson Jan 2018
We are pack
United as one, we attack
Nothing can stand before the wolf pack

A pack united is unstoppable
But a lone wolf is trivial

End to end, we ruled the map
If you thought you were free, it was only a trap
And if were satiated, we might even cap

But there was a shift in power, and the STDs ruled from above
Death poured down from on high
And "cancer" was written in the sky

These big guns divided the pack
We became lone wolves, and trivial
We cannot stand before this attack

We remember when we were united as a wolf pack
We were pack
Terry Collett Sep 2017
Some poor sod
had it up the line:
his nerves went
or lost his way
in war's battlement,
was charged and shot
against some wall
by other soldiers down
from the Front.

But he'd been quite brave up
until then, boys in half a year
turned into men; bombs, mud,
lice and rats and all around
death in dark colours,
yet he'd seen and shouldered that
and sat and smoked and joked
like the rest- then something
turned him or he lost his way
in noise and shell.

Some poor sod lies
where other bodies lay
waiting silently
to be moved away.

Albert said no more on
that memory of war,
but sat and smoked
and waited for the chime
for dinner as he had before.
Firing squad in ww1
Jon Po Dom Apr 2017
I miss my friends
The squad goals that never end
Four personalities well meshed
Inspiring artistic trends
And devouring all life has

The white is black
Salinas is back
To life inside this sack
Of flesh and bones fully intact
A beautiful heart where nothing lacks

Colombia is crazy
Pops ****** and makes them hazy
Disrespect her she'll beat you endlessly
But her heart of gold so full of love
Her home a place of rest for me

Gerlt! the artist
Intellectual and passionate
The alien prodigy
Ambitious creator
Bringing art to reality

Jon the ******
Forrest *** freako
Fifty shades of foolishness
Open minded to all people
No empathy for you though

Squad Kronicles
Taking on new challenges
Unmasking new ideas
Reaching new levels
Aliens amongst normal peoples

JM 4/29/17
I miss my friends and wanted to write a little something about them
Chelsea Jean Apr 2016
There is something good and clean about the way that we all stare at the stars.  
Still, even now.  
Even after the summer is over and the leaves have fallen.  
After we’ve tucked our hopes under our tongues,
biting down until they disappear.  

This is a love letter to my friends, the ones who keep coming back for more.  
The night we carried a canoe around town,
hearts so warm that I couldn’t feel the cold.  
We move through life burning like matches, keeping each other alight
when the flame wanes.  
I still think there’s something magical about
driving down the road with your friends,
watching them shiver at the gas pump.  
I still think it’s a small miracle when someone loves your feet,
just for holding you up.  
I still think it’s a form of grace to stay up nights, talking.  
When there’s always someone there, with the calamine,
a hot cup of tea, a bowl of cherries.  
And I know this is too much,
sticky fingers and
spilled hearts and,

I’m trying to forget about everything except the love I’ve been given.
I only want love protected by the pines, love that’s hard,
but that I can sink my teeth into and taste July.
A poem about my amazing friends and the love I have for them!!!!!
I'm like a member of the Poetry Cheerleading Squad
Everyone gets a poem instead of t-shirts
Because everybody wins here
Nobody loses tonight
Life is very hard to win at, so i'm giving everyone a freebie if that's what is going to make them feel better.
I'd do anything to cease the issues in this very land.
All this kush we smoke
With a Gatorade makeshift ****
Ja know that its no joke,
Ja know it won't be long!

I can hear the bowl piece roll
This **** is not airtight
For when I try to light my bowl
It jingles through the night, OH!

Jingle ****, Jingle ****, Jingle all the way!
It's no fun
To simply bun
With a loose fitting **** all day, HEY!

Jingle ****, Jingle ****, Jingle all the way!
The whole squad sings
Our bowl piece rings
And everyone feels ok!
The latest in my island themed Christmas carols
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