LIVING N I G H T M A R E

Curling up into a ball under the blankets and falling asleep

Waking up in a world where everything is simple and she’s happy

A wish she’d give anything for to be granted

But daylight seeps through the cracks in these walls

Burns her sleepy eyes

Her beautiful dream dissolves into a nightmare

Sitting up in bed with her hand over her face

The scene that plays out before her becomes clearer

Lay back down and close those eyes

This nightmare will soon succumb

amazing piece.

My Mask

Don't be fooled by me. Don't be fooled by the face I wear. For I wear a thousand masks; masks that I'm afraid to take off and none of them are me. Pretending is an act that's second nature to me, but don't be fooled, for God's sake, don't be fooled! I give the impression that I'm secure; that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well as without. That confidence is my name, and coolness my game, and that I need no one. But don't believe me, please. . .
My surface may seem smooth, but my surface is my mask. Beneath this lies no complacence. Beneath dwells the real me, in confusion, in fear and aloneness. But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it. I panic at the thought of my weakness and fear of being exposed. That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind, a nonchalant, sophisticated facade to help me pretend, to shield me from the glance that knows . . .but such a glance is precisely my salvation, my only salvation and I know it. That is, if it's followed by acceptance, it's followed by love. It's the only thing that will assure me of what I can't assure myself. . .that I am worth something. But I don't tell you this. I don't dare. I'm afraid to. I'm afraid that you'll think less of me, that you'll laugh, and your laugh will kill me. I'm afraid that deep down I'm nothing, that I'm no good and that you will see this and reject me. So I play my game, my desperate game; with a air of assurance without and a trembling child within. And so begins the parade of masks, my life becomes a front. I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk. I tell you everything that is really nothing, and nothing of what's everything, of what's crying within me, so when I'm going through my routine, do not be fooled by what I'm saying. Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying; what for survival I need to say, but what I can't say. I dislike hiding, honestly. I dislike the superficial game I'm playing, the phony game. I'd really like to be genuine and spontaneous and me, but you've got to help me. You've got to hold out your hand, even when that is the last thing I seem to want. Only you can wipe away from my eyes the blank stare of a breathing death. Only you can call me into aliveness. Each time you are kind and gentle and encouraging, each time you try to understand because you really care; my heart begins to grow wings, very small wings, very feeble wings, but wings. With your sensitivity and sympathy, and your power of understanding, you can breathe life into me. I want you to know that. I want you to know how important you are to me. How you can be the creator of the person that is me, if you choose. Please choose to. You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble. You alone can remove my mask. You alone can release me from my shadow world of panic and uncertainty, from my lonely person. Do not pass me by. . .please. . .do not pass me by. It will not be easy for you. A long conviction of worthlessness can build strong walls. The nearer you approach me, the blinder I strike back. I cry against the very thing I cry out for, but I am told that love is stronger than walls; and in this lies my hope. Please try to beat down those walls, with firm hands, but with gentle hands; for a child is very sensitive. Who am I, you may wonder? I am someone you know very well. I am every man you meet. I am every woman you meet . . .. I am you

Her Superhero

There she was, standing on the ledge of the building

She stares down at the busy street

I had just gotten to the roof of the building

I just stood there watching her

Why was she up here?

I had been looking everywhere for her

 

Then in a blink of an eye, she was gone

Was I seeing things?

Where could she have gone?

Then I heard the screaming

She had jumped

If she wanted to die, why was she screaming?

 

But she couldn’t die, I love her

I had to save her from death

Next thing you know, I was jumping after her

Now we were both falling toward the earth

I could see her in front of me

But can I catch her before she hit the earth?

 

I had to stop thinking and move

I leaned forward and picked up speed

We were close enough for me to move

And I caught her in my arms

We were both falling toward our death

But she was safe in my arms

 

She looked up at me, into my eyes

She stopped screaming for we weren’t falling anymore

We were flying and the look in her eyes

Nothing but love for being saved by a superhero

She knew I was always there for her

I was her superhero

-By wockachow

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This is by far my most favoritest poem ever. End of story.

Superhero

I leap out of the booth and take to sky

A trail of silver stars is all you see,

Unwilling to believe that I can fly

You cannot see the love that powers me.

I bend the bars of steel that hold you in

Allowing your escape from heartbreak’s hold,

My speed excites your lips and makes you grin

But still your smile is hiding something cold.

My x-ray vision peers behind your eyes

And cauterizing hurt I see a rose,

Your heart is on a podium – a prize

For me to win if I beat memory’s foes.

I wrap you in a cloak of magic charms

And fly you to the moon to watch you shine,

You see the light and fall into my arms

That past succumbs to super love divine.

Yet again, I did not write this but it’s simply beautiful[:

If I Could Be A Superhero

I don’t think I could be Superman

I’m sort of scared of heights

I’d sort of like to be Spiderman

But I’m afraid of spider bites

 

I suppose I could be Wolverine

But I’m afraid people would stare

I’d consider being the Incredible Hulk

But radiation’s bad for your hair

 

The Fantastic Four, now there’s a thought

But I’m not sure that’s for me

Ben’s too ugly, Johnny too hot

and Sue I just can’t see

 

Maybe though I could be Reed

And lead the other three

Well maybe Reed’s a bit of a stretch

I can barely take care of me

 

Captain America, him perhaps

I love his mighty shield

But I fear I’m not brave enough

When things get rough, I yield

 

If I could be a superhero

I wonder which I’d be

Or maybe it’s time I find

The hero inside of me

 

 

Kahsyboo did not write this… But… She loves it.

What makes you feel alive

“I think about you all the time

I’m with you almost everyday

Even when I am not

But you are with me everyday

Every hour, every minute, every second, all the time

You are in my mind

You consume my thoughts

I think about you all the time

You as a person in my mind and as a real person

They are the same

For when I am with you, you are in my mind

Even in my heart

I feel for you

I think about you all the time

We walk the hallways of this school side by side

I wish we were always side by side

And not just in my mind

I think about you all the time

Do you think of me?

If so, how often?

Because I think about you all the time

I will remember you long after you’ve forgotten me

So next time, think of me

Don’t forget

Just remember

And think”

-wockachow

You’re all theory, No action

You brought me to this place

And I remember everything

I believed in every word

So now it kills to say your name