"villan" poems
Last night I dreamed
My life as a comic book.
An intermingled mess,
Those who have not read
Every single issue,
Cannot begin to know.
A brightly colored spectrum
Of unexpected blows.
Amidst all the villian’s
Unrelenting throws
Of powers no more
Than planting
The seeds of self doubt,
I stood armed to fall.
As each seed landed
Upon my head,
I fell to watch
Each punch line
Read only
“Bam!”
and “Kapow!”.
The plot never thickened
And never came to save me.
In a story
from the villan’s head,
Perpetually trapped
Until the hero returned
to write her portion
of my tale.
As the seeds grew
Into absolute fear,
A twisted feeling
Took hold of my gut.
Who is the antagonist
and who the protagonist?
Mar 31, 2012
Mar 31, 2012 at 2:42 PM UTC
Graffiti
A tagger
A vandal
A villan
A hero
Graffiti writers channel there emotions through a can of spray paint, and then after they are done, they melt back into the city... just another face. Before you know you were even hit, He is probably at home sleeping
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 2:30 AM UTC
Life
It isn't a privilege
Or some dort of miracle.
It is a test.
A test to see what you've done
Who you are
And what you deserve.
Whether it's pain, joy
O neither.
Do you deserve to live among the shadows?
Where the sun never shines but the clouds never darken -
A world filled with emptiness.
You are neither hero nor villan,
Friend nor foe;
You deserve nothing.
Or have you killed?
Wronged the Gods in one way or another?
You deserve more than death
To be filled with hunger, food and water always out of reach.
To be live among fire, pain always present.
You deserve endless torture.
However
If somehow you managed to live your life right
Defending family
Friends
With everything you've got.
You will continue to live on
Forever.
Your name and story passed down
Forever.
People will whisper your name for strength
For help.
You will wander the fields of Elysium
Surrounded by endless beauty
Blue lake,
Green hills.
You deseve more than can ever be given
Jan 31, 2011
Jan 31, 2011 at 2:36 PM UTC
Sometimes I fly in the sky
and float among the birds,
Sometimes I dive in sea
with the friend forever with me.
Sometimes I am in space
with the dreams full of fight
I fight with the Alien
and play bowling with their eyes.
Some times I am A Hero
Sometimes a Villan Too!
This world is full of enjoyment,
I like to enjoy here forever.
-D.S.Patel;)
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 12:40 AM UTC
A life time lost, mindlessly searchin', wanderin' aimlessly in the margin
Lingerin' in the gray, outside yet somehow dead center of socially accepted norms and action
Starved of affection, but by design, never forget to mention it feels safer with zero human interaction
Parched, withering away, no reaction, no peace, only life but just a fraction
A scorched Earth, a nightmarish vision, a dream state of my demons risen
No rhyme, no reason, no time to be forgiven, is it a sin if the motive is kept hidden?
Does one exist if forgotten? No answer if you can't remember the question
Hence then, to stay afloat one must stop the spin of the downward spiral one finds oneself in
Listen, or don't, it won't matter in the end, frightened without the knowledge of when
A last breath taken after finally on the mend, would it be different if hope wasn't given?
A permanent decision, forever finally allowed to begin but could it be considered a win?
It's all about perception, a frown flipped upside down is a grin
Eyes wide shut, lie and try to pretend they're open, heart closed off, can't repair what's been broken
A conversation with a villan disguised by the voice of a friend, a danger unspoken
Another bad omen, no one around, both voices coming from a location deep within
What's been awoken has stolen emotion and allowed the erosion to begin
...and here...we go...again...
©2023
Mar 2, 2023
Mar 2, 2023 at 4:14 PM UTC
It was at the crack of the afternoon always when like some old circus bear i staggred to life.
Coffee surged through my veins with a touch of turkey to embrace the day to day troubles
with a sense of reason in the insanity.
The whispers were heavy like gunshot's that filled a early morning duck hunt.
Where half drunk men shared bottles and stories of conquest's some false others just straight ********
He's losing it ya know?
They had read my scrbblings and saw the flaws yet dared never to speak the words to
the devil in the flesh.
But much like a villan or a dam good ****** with a std i was just waitting to
run yet again.
The Gonzo of old died hard and a writer of insanity
seldom was at a loss for words or far from a intersection of trouble.
The road called.
And I her slave seldom ignored her for any woman worth her salt
was a cruel ***** at heart and thats what made them so dam aluering.
I was the president of debauchrey the chairman of the boy's club
a locker room jester who seldom showed his flaws.
But time scars us all and I was no diffrent.
I had slowed yet went past that edge like a child who tears into a gift seldom
looking at the paper let alone who its from.
Still that gleam in the eye did exist and the danger was all but to real.
I was ready to claim it back although none could take it from me.
The bike was older yet still had a howl like a devils hound on a sunsets promise.
the drugs the ***** the women all where but part of the drive and freedom
of a perk.
Much like the whiskey that burns in my veins id never
water down my word's
Cold wether was pointing me south the Key's were calling
in a tragic Hemmingway sense the old man's sea was but a bitter pill
and a islands stream of erased thought.
On a road that never grew old as I.
Soon i was off.
And God only knows what would lead to this tour of destruction.
But all i can say is gentlemen start your engines.
For the chaos has just begun.
Welcome To The Boy's Club
Part One
Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 2:15 PM UTC
After stage exist do i leave a true self behind?
As the act has taken hold of my existance I view only one out.
With the dust.
Will hidden message be reveled my madness never was there a more true
poisen to pen than vice thats nothing more than the man.
Cheap motel's road trips have taken there toll as ive taken more from thoose with which ive shared a
sin laced night.
Im fine I swear.
And even togather I assure you im alone.
Start out slow just to burn out fast.
Empty the glass washed down pills and forgotten conversations
the jokes a cruel subject may I be your life's teacher?
Emptyness Inc. hollow my hall's least it's better than some
self righteous fool who has been left to preach.
A cheap **** and a firm shake.
You cant run with wolves and stay the lamb.
Uppers to wake ***** to slow and coke to understand its somehow it's gotta end.
Im sorry next time i'll call only to show the sadist within.
Pray they cant view the sweats man he truely lives his act or is his addictions living as what
he once knew to be him?
Moments I breath only to sink underneath waters drowned are my demons
care to hear there thoughts clear?
A angry voice lives behind vice can i calm this storm how can I grant safe passage?
When I cant even stand in the slightest wind?
Another night and still they ignore it because they hate to comfront for fear they'd taste the razor of tongue and face vice's all there own.
Art in any form should never be safe.
Hello she answers waitting for the line within mind
she know's will probaly sooner than later be read.
I cant say something I can never feel.
Remorse is great for hero's.
Im happy to be your villan.
Another town it's always a old scene.
Were the ****** up circus come to fuel a always burning ego driven fire.
A hot night a devil's pornagraphic scene.
What the dust leaves no true care of a honest ******* I fear none but myself.
May 28, 2012
May 28, 2012 at 1:25 PM UTC
everything happened so fast
we cried
i left
and just like that
it was all over
like we hadn't meant anything
as if we hadn't loved each other
it was nobody's fault
except for maybe life's
we had promised to stay together
a promise we couldn't keep
i wonder whether i am the villan
you stayed behind waiting
miserable is all you were
i couldn't watch
and he made it so easy
easy to forget
how much i loved you
despite the ocean between us
you saw me being happy
and you hated him for it
and i hated you
for not wanting me to be
you made my life colorful
it all faded without you
i was scared of the dull grey
and he sparked a fire, brought light
it felt like being saved
how unfair to want that
i disgust myself
Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 5:07 PM UTC
This is not about love.
I was admired,
He loved me so deeply,
I feel nothing toward him but merely friendship.
"Come on give him a chance"
I did and now I am stuck.
I don't love him!
If anything this is making me hate him.
I have grown cold to myself.
I am so unhappy.
Yet he smiles at me every day so happily,
It makes me despise him all the more.
What can I do?
My friends say
"Give him a chance"
I did and now I am drowning in my misery.
I have to stop this but when?
How?
Either way I'm the villain'
But it's gotten to the point to where I don't care If I am the villan.
Categorize me as Evil
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 10:25 AM UTC
orcasio-cortez i got a word for you
what if we break the divide by dividing the break
like marvel heroes and villains.
we band together.
the young and fearless.
the old and wise.
the true hero and
the true villan.
we can name them all.
use them all. construct a narration
that builds a nation. we can live
in america again with
a little
imagination.
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 10:06 PM UTC
i feel so missunderstood im
no bad guy i wasnt a villan wearing a mask
i was never a person of lasting lies time flys by day after day feeling so missunderstood
nobody cares about my
intetions
my mission wasnt to target and destroy but was to nature and love with pation and grace i wanted to teach you a lesson but it turned out to be the end of our story
i feel so missunderstood because i love you but am taken as a liar a wommerniser im just a boy in need of your love and happyness
i wanna grow with you but you see me as a fool
tried to teach u a harsh lesson it turned out to be that the cadles whr blown out and the smake from the cadles are just our memories fadding up into thin air but the two cadles still stand fermly
i feel so missunderstood
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
they all suround me
calling me a villan
a freak
a deamon
a monster
just because how i act
my personality
my insaneity
and i realize if they waunt a moster ill give it to them
ill unleash my rath
just because they waunt a villan
but i realize that villans dont get happy endings
but no matter what i do
IM A MONSTER
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 2:07 PM UTC
Hero
A hero doesn't have to be strong
A hero doesn't have to have a cape
A hero can be skinny or fat
Anyone can be a hero
A hero doesn't have to have a cool name
A hero doesn't need to be popular
A hero is you
Me
Everyone
You are a hero to someone
Everyone is a hero
Even some of the quietest people
But they can have a villa
It hurts to have a Villan
They can destroy you
So be a hero
Not a villan
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 4:28 PM UTC
Im back
Physically
Eating chocolate cheetos on your couch
I'm here
To invade
Your happy ending like the villan I've always been
But what
Are you gonna do
Cuz I'm never leaving you alone again
I'm here
I'm hurt
Get ready to sin
Jan 2, 2020
Jan 2, 2020 at 12:01 PM UTC
Is it a curse that words do fight
Inside a head of a poetry knight
Slaying and loving crying and joy
Now the ink shall spill tonight
Saving a maiden from dragons of lore
Sailing the oceans is never a bore
Giving love to maidens fair
Whilst caressing your soft honey hair
So many things make a poet knight
Clad in armour with pen held tight
Riding on the back of the page at night
Hoping that words can rage
Or sing a song to distant mermaids
To be a hero or villan to boot
A poem can make whatever it suits
So hold that pen like a sword
And let those words spill out
On unsuspecting hordes
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 4:52 AM UTC