That was all I felt
Not a broken bone or wounded flesh
I'm breathing heavy but I'm not panicking
My breath forms a cloud around my face
Before disappearing into the fading skyline
I knew something was wrong
I knew because there was nothing wrong with me
My eyes were polluted with the sight of death
Carnage at my feet
Life leaving their blood and bone host
Lives more important than mine
Yet I was chosen
I was the one fate decided to keep
It were as if hands were plunged into the mud and grief
To spare me the tarnish
The light in the dark hollow
Or the dark in the light bastion
A void captured my true emotions
Holding them captive until I figure it out
The papers had their stories of me
"Miracle Man" they called me
The one death forgot
The one who escaped a tragedy
Without a scratch to show truth
A walking folklore
A bedtime story for the kids
Any other man would have felt blessed
Lucky or even grateful perhaps
I just felt cold
Sleep became a chore, and the bottom of the pint became my guilt
One day I bring my gaze from upon my mug
To see a man dressed in purpose
A man with a stare
A man with a story
A man of pain and misfortune
He didn't have to say anything
We could feel it
The cold followed us, ever looming on our shoulders bare
Through those blank faces that torment our memories
Constantly reminding us of the burden we choose to carry
Through all the dust, fire, and filth there stood us
It has been a bad day.
I took a nap in the morning
and was on my phone all day
I kept hitting on the pen
and avoided food in every way,
I did everything to keep quiet
sleeping helped keep hunger at bay.
I didn't do a lick of reading,
but went to an appointment even though I wanted to stay.
The only thing that made me feel better
is when I masturbated in the shower,
but I day-dreamed my ex-boyfriend
and that his **** had super powers.
The internet connects culture.
We used to not know how to act
and took cues from proximal role models
or distant stars.
Now we take cues from the internet
or those who are
and we become one person.
Everybody wants to talk about the daily melees and brawls
nobody wants to talk about Super Smash Bros.
and how when it came out the internet wasn’t really a thing
so people had to learn to play on their own
and each person you faced was a new experience
but now everyone learns the best strategies from the internet
and pick between only a few different characters.
That night, you stole,
Something precious from me.
One glance, my heart,
Everything was fine until
I walked in on your last ****.
Even though the signs all showed, I didn’t know
That you’re just evil.
I catch you sneaking out at night,
I knew something wasn’t right.
I thought that I knew you.
It’s always robberies in progress
Or some threat you made to Congress.
By the way you got some blood on your shoes.
Don’t try to distract me,
You always side track me
Your outfit does attract me, let’s get back to my point.
Thought it was love at first sight
But you just want to plan heists.
Am I just someone you see you can exploit?
And she said
“You’re my minion now.”
There’s more where that came from
A bleeding heart was only the start,
The tears you cried late up at night,
Sad songs you sang till the morning rose,
Not that you’re weak-but let them continue to speak,
Had your heart broken and your love taken for granted,
Wore a smile every morning and faced the world even when deep down you wanted to pour out your heart and hope it eases the pain,
There’s more where that came from
I’m talking about your fierce,
Your ability to carry the whole world on your shoulders while making it look easy,
Let she be celebrated for her admirable super powers,
For she’s a superwoman
Questions rumble as I entered a room
In a dream all eyes poured upon me
I start my proud trade in song
However, the audience is deaf and blind.
Same old feeling
"How do I escape to Fantasy Island?"
Clearing the grains of sand
that "Father Time" impregnated into his eyes
For untold reasons
The dreams are like aired reruns
from a transmission in in sleep
waking kills its beautiful treat
hang out all day
cooking in the sun
movies are fun to watch
acting is an escape
when you are not a "Superman"
Lost to Krypton weighing on his cape
Bouncing bubbles, thin dew stands jubilant
Atop Poppie’s vibrant, happy colour.
Poppies in summer time are in a trance,
Smiling rapturously: scarlet music!
C notes rise on a breeze, crimson follows
In a waltz, a samba- zounds, Fiddlesticks!
The garden would be desperately hollow,
Daffodils mope until crimson rhythm
Bursts spontaneous, famous elation
Ricochets, the hanging baskets fathom,
The chain braking freedom born stagnation.
Poppies will dance for the rest of their lives
And drink the sweet nectar, high as a kite.
Third piece from a series of garden flower sonnets
She seemed to think my name
could be Clark Kent
and she knew my alter-ego.
But, my Kryptonite
In a different reality
My family isn't happy
Not to say that
It is now, really
But the occasional
Wouldn't happen very
There would be
To share it
I'm dead in so many alternate timelines.