#superheroes
“Errant knight, and samurai, man of god left to die, by sword and sorcery we fix his body to this crucifix. By storm of blade and blade of bone. He will stand a man regrow. When the hour draws late, he will shatter swords of fate and bring dark heavens crashing down. In his wake I pray the lord your souls he takes. To burn your evil with the might of excalibur so bright. The crucifix will rise again and usher in evils end.”
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 12:44 AM UTC
Half Batman half Robin,
Houston we have a problem,
and you don’t want no problem with me,
I’m off balanced and on one,
at the head of the table,
Delilah’s on a Sunday,
not willing but I am able,
I guess we’ve all gotta go one day,
but that day is not today,
or tonight got two lights,
one for the occasional cigarette,
and one that’s a Brunette that burns bright,
feeling cliche as fck but that’s okay because you know what,
we are at the top of the pyramid so it only makes sense we’re high,
hi I’m high,
how are you,
haven’t seen you in awhile might’ve been forever till now,
then you appear like a ghost at a haunting and say “Boo!”,
ooh,
the things you do your new name’s Obsession,
it’s ironic that you asked me to have a staring contest,
since I’d confessed that I was already staring,
had my eye on you as soon as you entered the room,
I was perched in my throne at the head of the table,
but I was thrown when you waltzed in like a Godsend,
my God you’re the stuff of fairytales and fables,
the only one I wanted to talk to,
to in that whole venue,
and we’re talking Delilah’s not a dive bar,
so you know there were some quality options from which to choose,
but we both knew it was a rap,
as soon as you read the poem I’d wrote on that napkin,
and yeah this is Hollywood,
so yeah sometimes that kind of magic still happens,
you gave me your number in front of your boyfriend,
and didn’t even care so I didn’t either,
because we’re True Lovers,
we’re The Proof that can turn any sceptic into a True Believer,
a combination of all things yet still totally unique,
and yeah we’ve got our issues but hey we’ve all got our problems,
so we come together like two phones tethered or better yet bare feet on a beach,
and then we get ghost and disappear outta the reach of their nonsense,
peace!
∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
October 8th, 2018
Hollywood, CA.
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 1:44 AM UTC
No, they are not heroes from comic books, promising to uphold justice,
But to him they are Superman with his unmatched strength,
They are Batman with his unchallenged logic and wisdom,
They are Captain America with his incorruptible morals,
They are Thor with his magic hammer to fight off the darkness,
His friends are his backbone, his strength and his stable wall to lean on,
No, they are not Gods or Superheroes,
But to him they are the world, his love and his reason to live,
They’re My Beautiful Friends.
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 6:59 PM UTC
Like Batman beating the Joker
I'll gonna protect you, I swear
No need to be bitten by the spider
To clear your deepest nightmare
I'm Ironman and you're my Pepper
Stay beside me and life will be better
Yes, I can't lift that Thor's hammer
But I'll fight for you like Steve Rogers
I don't have any Super Power
But I'll keep you safe from danger
I'll watch you from shadows like Nightcrawler
To observe if you're secured anytime anywhere
I'm not Superman, Batman, and Spiderman
But you know what, man?
I'll be here for you if there's no one
Cause all I want is to be your man
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 2:57 AM UTC
I have seen heroes take shelter in darkness, and villains smirk in light
Angels lose their Godly touch
And demons flourishing in their eyes.
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
The colors pop against the page. Thunderous frightening monsters lash, men in tights begins to clash, a thousand cities come crashing down. A thousand worlds end without a sound, bound by a comment goal to portray heroes and villains of old. To make them timeless, to tell our tale, of a simpler time of villains dark and heroes light.
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 3:20 AM UTC
*"SNOGGO And The Giant Sea Beast" (Another Egregious SNOGGO Adventure)
written by
Edna Sweetlove
on behalf of
the one and only
SNOGGO*
The shore lay peaceful in the warmth of the sun, a seemingly idyllic picture. The beach was completely empty even though it was high summer. The whole town was void of visitors: usually at this time of the year it was crawling with tourists: fat white slobs ready to absorb maximum sunshine and sunburn before going back to the city with their ugly kids, back to their humdrum and drab lives of sedentary drudge. But not today, today they were nowhere to be ******* seen.
Glum shopkeepers stared glumly out at the glum, empty streets, knowing they faced ruin unless the terror which had engulfed their town and which would bring calamity to their traditional summer occupation of fleecing the tourists could be sorted out. And only I, the wonderfully brave and intrepid SNOGGO, could save the town. They knew it and I knew it. It was an established fact. Q.E.D.
As I drove my specially designed truck down the main street to the seafront, people cheered, calling out 'God bless you, dearest, gallant SNOGGO' as I went by. I was so ******* proud that everyone knew who the great SNOGGO was. I cautiously inched onto the sands as people watched from behind their curtains, hoping against hope that I would be able to save them from looming disaster. I motored down to the water's edge and carefully turned the vehicle round so that its rear pointed out to sea. The tarpaulin on the back of the specially constructed SNOGGOMOBILE flapped in the wind. What was under the tarpaulin?
I dragged a steamer trunk from under the tarpaulin, opened it and hauled out the stinking carcase of Geoffrey, my neighbour's Rottweiler who had inexplicably gone missing last week. Or it may have been Gerald, Geoffrey's twin brother. Next I hauled Gerald's corpse out of the trunk (or it may have been Geoffrey's, the two mutts were identical and repellent in death, just as they had been identical and repellent in life). The pong was something awful. Nearly gagging with the rancid and stomach-churning stench, I dragged the two dead dogs down to the shoreline and, grabbing each by its hind legs, hurled them out to sea as far as my mighty strength would permit. About five yards, as it happened.
I returned to the SNOGGOMOBILE and drew back the tarpaulin to reveal what lay underneath; my secret weapon, whose secret only I knew. I made my preparations carefully but rapidly; I knew I had no more than five or six minutes’ leeway. And sure enough, after precisely five and a half minutes, I heard the sound I was expecting and I saw the sight I was expecting.
The mighty fin of the dreadful fish cut through the water with a dreadful whoosh. And Geoffrey disappeared beneath the waves (or it might have been Gerald, who cares). The other dog would be next: such a mighty shark as the one enjoying dog tartare in the bay would not be sated by a single Rotweiler.
I climbed onto the back of the SNOGGOMOBILE, and leaped gracefully into the seat behind my secret weapon. I aimed quickly at the focal point of the blood-stained thrashing waters, pressed the red button (marked "Fire" for ease of reference) and WHAM!, what a Hell of a big bang, and off went my thermo-nuclear torpedo, whizzing down the beach and SPLASH! into the water, then WALLOP! as it hit the shark amidships and BOOM! as it went off, blowing the shark into ******* smithereens. Myriad bits of shark (mixed with bits of Geoffrey and Gerald) rained down on the beach; how fortunate that I had thought to put up my extra-size golf-umbrella (complete with colourful SNOGGO logo) to deal with this eventuality and no lumps hit me.
The enormous shark (wittily nicknamed “that ******* great ******* shark” by the locals) which had terrorised the entire coast for some time, gobbling up paddling kiddies whole, chewing off the limbs of dozens of swimmers, and generally being a major pain the **** was no more. It was mincemeat. The whole promenade was alive with cheering townsfolk, as I smiled in happiness and pride at my wonderful achievement. They started singing my favourite song: “We love SNOGGO, SNOGGO the brave” which brought ******* tears to my eyes.
Now SNOGGO's reward beckoned: ten thousand lovely wallet-warmers (plus expenses) plus a night of unbridled lust with the mayor's buxom wife Shirley and his sister Deidre too, as previously arranged. Yes, SNOGGO the famous shark killer (and ********* fan) had killed yet another predator of the deep stone ******* dead.
THE END
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Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
It Was Time..
I Pulled Her Towards Me..
Then I Made Her Promise..
To Not Let No One Know..
I Leaned Forward..
And Whispered In Her Ear..
I Am The Batman!
I Trusted Her!
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 9:42 PM UTC
He attacks my friend when he's at his lowest point
using his powers of manipulation
to make my friend play into his game
I'm not just gonna sit around and watch
as my friend gets taken over by his touch
He makes his move out of the blue
using evil superpowers to make my friend turn blue
then my friend, just as he wants it
finishes what he's doing
and steps in the closet
isolated and along
he tells my friend that he is low
lower than all the dogs and the rats and the plants
all in the name of his evil plans
"I will **** you"
he thinks as he whispers
" *Perhaps no point in
life* " and " oh how you miss her "
I have to act fast
there's no time to lose
I put on my friend's favorite shoes
pull a mask for battle over my face
put on my superhero cape
dress in my cloth armor
and make
my way over to him
before it's too late
weapons at my side
in my super toyota I ride
but the parking by his place
is taken outside
So I park down the street
I see his apartment window, he was looking from it
with a frown on his face
he just up and closed it
though he tries to stay hidden to him
he attacks me,
with depressing vibes
that almost make me stop my feet
as I approach
he tries to use my mind
to snap me back into a normal human
he's strong this time
But I lift up the flowing vibes
and redirect them over me
and I fire back with my own
of love and poetry
He does not like that
he does something else inside
I can only imagine,
he took him to hide...
I go upstairs,
cape fluttering behind me
my own vibes off the walls
almost overwhelms me
but I feed off the power
I put out that comes back to me
like a super boost
I know this will help me
I knock on the door.
No answer.
I open the door
to a dark apartment
the only light pouring in
is from a crack in the blinds
I call out his name
he says "I'm in here"
I go in his bedroom
and he's sitting there
"What have you been up to?"
my friend asked me
"Not much," I reply
I just came to see
you"
My friend smiled,
the first punch had been thrown
but it faded fast
as my friend was told
LOUDLY
"He's not a real friend
he only wants you around,
just so his world stays the same
no one cares for you
why would anyone care for you
you're just 1 in 6 billion
true love isn't for you
it's for the rich and in power
"Is something wrong" I said
knowing
"Oh, I just don't feel up to *****
he said trying to play it off
"DON'T TALK TO HIM!"
He demanded
"Why don't we talk about it"
I said
"Well I don't know why but I'm just feeling down
I was just out there walking around
and now I'm blue"
"Does it feel like your life is through?
are you having thoughts that are down on you?"
I asked, I know well what he's going through
"I've been there bro, I can help you through"
"I don't know" he said and sighed
"I know you're where I was
I can see it in your eye"
"I bet that was a lie"
"Shut up" I snapped
my friend thought that was strange
"Why'd you say that?" he asked
strange and he now wondered what was going on
that was a little too weird to be chance he thought
He smiled,
but he didn't know why
he went into the kitchen to make coffee
I waited right there
I wanted him to know I care,
...
When he came back he had a cup for me too
I giggled as I sipped
he giggled back and stared
"You know I just thought you lied
right before you said shut up"
he said, sounding perplexed
I said "This might sound strange,
but I knew what was going on."
"So tell me about your depression"
he said
so I told him
and thrashed that evil while I did
cause now he understood it better
"so what do I need to do?"
he asked without a clue
"you need to reject that evil from your mind"
I said, "and you might find,
that I can help you
win this fight."
Suddenly, he thought he had a foreign thought
"That is foreign it is not you
psychology doesn't really have a clue
these things are kinda alive
"YOU WILL DIE" it thundered.
***** you" he said,
"Get out of my head"
To think it'd be for you I would have bled"
he understood now,
and it departed from him.
But it did not leave.
Now floating in the room
between realities
it loomed
"You might be able to get me out of your head"
it lead, "But you'll never know how to hurt me or keep me away!"
My friend heard this and was dismayed.
it went over and knocked a photo of something he liked off it's place,
It was at that moment I projected myself
cape mask and utility belt
in mental space
at him full speed
but he summoned a ball of dark energy and hit me in the head,
for a moment i felt powerless and knocked back instead,
"I wil haunt your friend until he is dead,"
suddenly I saw him next to him, trying to get back in
"you see, it's really hopeless, this is your life from now on,"
then he made him think of suicide,
he looked at me, and said "this is your fault,"
"if you hadn't interfered, he wouldn't have killed himself,"
I had to act fast, because he had manifested a knife by his side
but the thoughts in that ball had me weakened,
dizzy and off aim I still sped,
one more moment he'd be in his head,
but he was distracted by the victory he was sure was his,
I threw my fists out,
and flew at him despite doubt
and knocked him back
he'd bleed if he'd bleed
My friend had the knife over his wrist
He didn't see me turn the fight around
"just one little slip" the spirit said
I told him not to be so drastic he was with a friend,
he put it down
but the spirit approached him again,
this time I punched him back with both fists at full speed,
He opened up a portal and said one last line
"I'll be back to torment you, you'll lose next time"
"Go ahead come back cause any time
I'll defeat you again, once, everytime"
I shouted with authority as he fled
Me and my friend went out and got ice cream
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While walking behind him at the cremee stand at the waterfront,
he turned to say something to me, and turned away,
when he turned away I saw on his back
for just a moment,
it was either wings or a cape
but either way I wondered
about my own
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 1:53 PM UTC
I speak of legends almost a century old still today new myths must be told.
a man from the shadows who dressed in all black he springs from the shadows to start his attack.
a hero who flew as high as the sun as is the wish of the last of krypton.
A princess and warrior as fierce as her name a wondrous woman, equal in fame.
A benevolent king under the seas, he does what he likes, and does not look to please.
A frequent flyer who has reached the stars by his lanterns light fear flees the night.
A crimson hero who speeds bad guys away, he continues to move faster each day.
A robotic man with a heart and a brain, cybernetic only by name.
A sheep in wolf's clothing more human then all he manhunts monsters his home will not fall.
A small child who thunders his name all Olympus roars the same.
A archer of the brave and the bold, a bow and a hood, a story long told.
These our the myths of 2000 A.D. real or not they empower the free.
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 3:15 AM UTC
Look at me. What do you see? A boy crying out for sanctuary? I morn only myself for the life I lead.
see I ware a mask to shelter the past. To keep thoughts away who do not plan to stay. It might be lonely it might be sad, but when I meet my reflection I know ill be glad. Where ever she is, where ever she may be, I know she wares a mask just like me. Together we will chase the bad guys away. Ill see her scars and she will see mine. Below our skin our hearts will align. I can't see her face yet but I know she's out there. The girl who carried my heart all my life. Through heartache and hatred and anger and strife.
And I will thank her for saving much more than my life.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC
Crucifix is my name. Sounds odd even in my brain.
see when I was a boy, my dad was a fed every night I was scared he'd come home dead.
I spent my days creating heroic plays. Bat man and robin. Daredevil too. They were the playmates, I wanted to be. That is the real tragedy you see.
Born in this world away from the rest, my true character is beneath my chest. I named him crucifix you see. A dark crusader, and the Christian in me.
He's what I still wish I could be. If I could publish a book one day.
It should be his. And in some way star me.
I could be the hero I wish I could be.
yes I know that's not very humble of me. But there seams to be a human urge, to stand away from the rest. To be the star of the show.
Makes me wonder why we shun thoughts with celebrity glow.
Crucifix is me. He will always be.
This is just a little you need to know. Because that's where my name comes from on this page.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 2:42 AM UTC
A villain
In all of us
An evil
In the best of us
A greed
That lurks within
A demon
That commits the sin
An anger
Thrown and hurled
A hatred
Against the world
A monster
Unleashed to fight
A darkness
That drowns out the light
But something, a flicker, a flame
Something, a spark, a name
A light
That outshines the dark
A warrior
Valiant in heart
A love
That we give away
A joy
When we save the day
An angel
Makes the better choice
A saviour
When we use our voice
A winner
Is the best of us
A hero
In all of us
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 11:18 AM UTC
his mom gone at only eight,
a child lost and confused
his only clarity found on a mix tape
that if he could be in control of one thing was his name -
"starlord"
so innocent for twenty-two only to regain
his past.
shoved and pushed into a fish-eye view of the universe
trying not go insane
maneuvering his way around the stars
navigate
orienting his only human body into something inhumane
a guardian
people would call him,
he would hug his steel helmet around his brain
and see his world as it really is:
bright red
suffocates
but still manages to plaster a smile,
dumb jokes in his teeth to entertain
that if only somehow his scrabble of a life could turn
"fright" into "light"
but for god's sake
there is no light in black holes
a view opaque
only galaxies revolving around them,
other supernovas about to collapse
to conceal their fate
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC
my math teacher once said that the reason superheroes came about in the USA was because americans are the ones who needed the most saving
i didn't know if i should've been offended on behalf of the kids in my class
my math teacher isn't american yet i found my mind wandering throughout his lesson on polynomials
i thought about super heroes in comic books
batman, superman, ironman, wonderwoman
someone had to do the saving
but they all saved the world
maybe they saved individuals i don't know
americans are the ones who need the most saving
we're the ones who need the most saving
teenagers are the ones who need the most saving
i'm the one who needs the most saving
not from batman or superman or wonderwoman
i need to be my own hero and
save myself
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC
It comes without warning;
you can't choose whether
or not it happens to you.
It's a calling.
The act of someone needing you,
not someone else,
but you.
You are the hero they need
to save them,
before there's nothing left to save.
You stay up late trying to find ways to become this hero.
You and the caller talk as long as the caller wants.
While this might not be the ideal situation for the hero,
they do it anyways in order
to make sure the caller doesn't end.
The hero swoops in at every situation they can,
trying to convince the caller;
trying to say how much they're needed.
Many times,
they succeed.
The caller decides they want to see another day.
They want to stay strong.
That gives the hero relief,
and only pushes them to try harder.
But,
there always seems to be one final time
when the hero's too late.
This is the time where it's not only the caller's end,
but the hero's, too.
The hero hits zero;
the hero doesn't want to continue
when they know how they
could've prevented this.
And that's when the cycle restarts-
the only difference being the hero
is now the caller.
The new hero,
on the other hand,
unknowingly waits for the call;
the call that could save a hero's life.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 1:20 PM UTC