Cowardice

She

Was

Just

So

Unbelievably

Beautiful.

From the second she stepped into my life, she snatched my attention

Like a comic book convention captures fans

And I was her biggest one.

Because at her name's slightest mention

I'd imagine her face in all its perfection

And suddenly, BAM.

An extension in the length of my p-

Pencil lead, you perverts.

To Celie

The first hero I ever had wasn’t my dad, or my mom.
It was Superman.
And I mean, who wouldn’t call Superman their hero?
He has super strength, super speed, heat vision, he can breathe in space
And aside from a stupid green rock and magic, he practically has no weakness.
Prime hero material, right?
But as I grew up and I learned that there was no such thing as a perfect person
And that Superman was not only fictitious, but incredibly unrealistic,
I started to wonder.
Who in the real world could be a hero?

Cycles

Part 1: Asleep

The scolding tone of the alarm, like an irate parent,

Commanding me to rise out of sleep, 

Signaling the start of another day. 

Awake, asleep, awake, asleep, 

Fluttering over two mental states as my eyelids flutter open and shut, 

Until finally, I'm awake, 

Reluctantly pulled from my solemn slumber.

Awake, but unwilling to pull myself away

From the sweet embrace of my bedsheets.

Awake, but uneager to rise and silence

The electronic screams by my side.

Awake,

But still asleep.