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Superman to Your BatmanWell you may be the dark knight boy,
But let me give you a clue,
I can leap buildings in a single bound,
Hell I can even leap two.
You may dress in black and grey,
But red and blue is for me,
Don't the tights ride up sometimes?
And I wish the shirts I ripped were free.
I can fly faster than a speeding bullet,
Enough to spin the world the other way,
My hair somehow stays perfect,
Did you know we get depicted as being gay?
I love my x-ray/laser vision,
My breath can be as cold as ice,
They call me the man of steel,
The girls I allure are quite nice.
I can be shot and not bleed,
I wish I had a call symbol though,
Even though we live in alternate universes,
I'm glad to know you'll always be my bro.
What Could Have BeenI heard the news today
It started off as a surprise
But as it sunk into my stomach
The tears welled up in my eyes
Did you know that you had a name?
I picked it out when I was young
Now you will never get to hear it
I lost you, my precious little one
I already miss the special moments
The ones I would have as memories
I don't know how long I've been here
Fingers fumbling with my keys
I wonder about the colour of your hair
Whether they'd say you looked like me
I'm saying goodbye before saying hello
I'm missing the smile I didn't get to see
Did you know that you had a name?
I picked it out when I was young
Now I will never get to say it
I lost you, my precious little one
No first steps, no first words
No first day of school, no education
No love notes to someone you like
No happy day of your graduation
There are so many things I want to say
So many moments we will miss
And out of everything I only have one wish
To give my angel a goodnight kiss
Don't ChangeI see you standing there,
Though shadows hide your face,
One step made toward you,
You disappear without a trace.
I can still feel your eyes,
Burning a torch within my soul,
When I was certain the emptiness,
Would consume me whole.
My blood innocence was stolen,
My views of humanity forever changed,
I once spoke of love and forgiveness,
Now those words feel foreign and strange.
I became lost without a way,
Will never forget your pleading tears,
The first time you got upon your knees,
To pray away your fears.
Creating stories amongst the stars,
Here we lay as friends,
No matter if tomorrow comes,
My love for you never ends.
Don't Fight ItWhat's the point in keeping distance
You say you don't want to cause pain
But in my heart, that's all you do
Only feeling sadness and despair
Trying so hard to do as you requested
Yet finding I'm still stuck on you.
Eyes tend to meet across a crowded room
Averting when the intensity's too strong
When the lump in the throat appears
Words fall silently unnoticed around us
As I try once again to project
I can save you from your fears
Under the StarsTelling stories amongst the constellations
A vast unknown stimulating our imaginations
A soft sigh spreads the warmth in my chest
Tumble into those eyes and forget the rest
A calm to ease the constant war within
One small smile and all wrongs are forgiven
Only she can heal the hurt buried so deep below
No words needed for the selfless love to grow
Opposites AttractBetween the cycles of the moon
A mere shadow as you crawl between the sheets
To satisfy a hunger not so easily sated
Opposites once again meet
Trapped in the arms of a ghost
Who vanishes the morning of the next day
Tears mark silent paths that go unseen
How you take her breath away
DistanceThe shrapnel from your words
Stays embedded within my heart
You inflict pain without movement
My destruction is your art
Love doesn't seem to agree with me
Especially when it comes to you
Just a nod brings me to my knees
That stare only runs me through
A bitter surrender in your presence
The soul bleeds from your ignorance
Against better judgement I plead
I can't take any more of this distance
ReasonNever thought about it until now
That with you, I forget to say the words
Sure I mention the important three
But the rest of how I feel, go unheard
Every night there's a space between me and you
But that seemed right after our years
Only now I'm starting to realise
There have been some unnoticed tears
How detached have I become
To stop touching you affectionately
I guess I thought to say forever was enough
That should have been a warning sign to me
Where has the effort disappeared to
The actions and words, not said or done
I can write down just the way I feel
Not for you, instead to everyone
Girl, can you give me another chance
To reignite that spark we once shared
I don't want you just existing in my life
I want you to believe, that it's for you I care
GlassesHey gorgeous face sporting the black and whites
Why don't you take a seat here by me
I know that I can't save you, girl
But I'm feeling like a hero, just look and see
I've got the smooth lines to get you in
I've got the clumsy moves to make you smile
Girl, I'll bring you flowers of yellow
Whilst sending lyric posts all the while
Maybe you could hide me in the scary parts
When the monsters make appearances on screen
Perhaps I can't be your suitor
But I can give you more love than you can dream
So dark knight, would it be alright sometimes
To hold you just a little longer in my arms
And kiss the skin where my head rests
Let me lay on my subtle hero charms
I won't be the one to steal your heart
I don't want to even enter the race
I only want to remind you, my friend
Of the beautiful soul, behind the gorgeous face
the only letter I've ever wanted to burni.
if you want to give someone the silent treatment,
the first step is shutting up.
things made much more sense
when I was younger.
I thought there was one path,
each choice a stepping stone upon it.
in reality there are a million roads
intertwined like rope.
I got lost
I chose you.
promises are easily broken.
I knew that,
but it still hurt
spending friday night
shivering in the rain,
choking on cannabis perfume
in a dirt parking lot
your face never graced.
and I hoped against hope
you might appear,
but I wasted my wishing
on ungrateful you.
you died before taking your first breath.
I took a chance
and I should've known better.
you can give somebody all you have
and nothing can stop them from
throwing it away.
you've made this bed,
now lie in it.
you slit this suture,
you're the goddamn reason
I gave up on the month of april,
and soon enough you'll fall on your own blade
like some drunken samurai.
if you want
Die AloneI take apart her heart
And lay the pieces down
In a circular form.
Let her bleed a work of art.
I forgot I’m crazy.
I’ll whisper my secrets
Only if she promises
To die here alone with me.
.What do you want to be when you grow up?
They ask it like a dare.
As if letting your unlikely dreams
slip from the safety of your mind
could bring their own
a little closer to reality.
car crash on an empty roadit happened before
we did. it was more a person
than you or I or that boy
in the park trying
to convince us to
stupid. it happened
before your smile
cracked the sky in half, before
our laughters slurred into
a dissonant song, before
your fingers traced the stories
lying on my face before I knew
just how many pieces of sunshine
were trapped in your hair before
the walls became the ceiling and
I wasn’t claustrophobic.
things I remember:
the red blur of your room like
God was experimenting with the
symbolism in abstract art, the
tri-tone shimmering of your eyes
like the surface of the water, the way
you defined perfection as a scale of
women ending with a less than sensible
me, the way you always moved like
you were dancing and no one was there to
RelativityLooking in the mirror
through the mirror
seeing a stranger,
My chest swells and my heart lurches
This girl isn't me, not at all
She looks like someone
but not me.
A movie star, a homeless person.
Even when I look at photos
no memory comes up
no allowing for the thought that I have a body
Or that the cold of my fingertips,
the throb of anxiety inside my ribs
I see my arm, an armband
A scar, a vein, a ring that has no meaning
But it did, to this girl in the mirror
Even if memory fails
Existence is relative
Hope in my Lawyer's Paperclip JarMy lawyer's desk on a normal Wednesday afternoon
is flooded with sheafs of white legal pads and errant staples.
Today is Wednesday, but the clouds outside
his twelfth-story window are shaped like loss
and the lines around his eyes seem crater-like in the shadows
and nothing about the last three weeks of my life
has been normal, so I don't know why it surprises me
to find his desk cleared of debris.
I wait for him in a silence that ebbs and flows with my heartbeats,
the zipper on my knee highs tapping against my leg like rain.
When he returns, hands filled with coffee
and the paperwork for a restraining order
against the man he set me up with almost a month ago,
I blurt the first thing that comes to mind.
"There's only one paperclip left in the magnetic jar.
It's bent like a swan."
I can tell, from the awkward shuffling of his loafers,
that he's wondering if he should have brought the Kleenex, after all.
He knows women often cry at things such as these,
reminders of the men they've love
What Writers AreWriters are people from
both ends of the spectrum.
Those that know isolation
and the thoughts that follow.
Those that know enlightenment.
And those with nowhere else to go,
but deeper down the rabbit hole.
Writers are smiths of the word,
using imagination, experience,
and emotions to temper the
glass and steel we are given.
We fill the page with pieces
And writers are Gods.
Broken or whole or
barely scraping through.
We make you see our world.
We make you feel and care.
All with a bunch of lines,
which we have given life.
1969, and time goes oni imagine you
thief of space affairs, time would go on;
wonder if you'd manifest
to govern gravity’s empire
physically, just as aurally,
so to walk with a
winds at war
captivated by you; sunshine
gathered in the organized
chaos of your hair: eyes would
dance fires domesticated by
your fingertips, boasting wander-
world laws of light (reigned in
earthen measure). i’d
boast mountains by your name.
the exhaust for gods
of transience (north-
hazed) transmuted back
(for easy drawls from the east)—
i’d sip wine
from the wishbone of your
body of sea. plead
the noise of bedroom eyes
& sleepy smells to soften your
siren’s unquiet tease.
i imagine you,
thief of space affairs;
imagine you in 1969
where our time would go on.
I'll WaitCan you hear me knocking,
Upon your heart,
Wanting you to let me in,
But you wont take any part.
Ill just stand outside,
In this wintery cold,
Waiting and waiting,
For you to hold.
Please wrap me round your shoulders,
And I will keep you warm,
I would shelter you,
From any storm.
You should feel the sensations,
Running beneath my skin,
To tell you my dreams,
Would be such a sin.
The power you have,
Is a little crazy,
But maybe, just maybe,
It proves were meant to be.
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