I'm a million miles away from here,
out past the sliding glass doors
and away from the racks of 'low cost, high quality" merchandise.
A lifetime away,
running the street in a set of heels that defy all logic and good sense,
I am the hero I was meant to be.
Concealed behind a mask,
my name badge is long forgotten.
Fight for the faceless
because a million miles away
there is no you.
I don't know why.
There are bad puns, capes,
and a little freezer crammed with as many dinners for one it can handle,
but there is no you.
And I realize that it's just as lonely as the world I try to imagine myself out of.
I'm a million miles away from here,
out past the sliding glass doors
and away from the racks of 'low cost, high quality" merchandise.
A lifetime away,
running the street in a set of heels that defy all logic and good sense,
I am the hero I was meant to be.
Concealed behind a mask,
my name badge is long forgotten.
Fight for the faceless
because a million miles away
there is no you.
I don't know why.
There are bad puns, capes,
and a little freezer crammed with as many dinners for one it can handle,
but there is no you.
And I realize that it's just as lonely as the world I try to imagine myself out of.
The East Side: Part One by Raggamuffin, literature
Literature
The East Side: Part One
Butch Ironweld sat in a brightly lit waiting room, just finishing his third magazine during his wait. Sighing, he tossed the magazine onto the coffee table in front of him, and then adjusted himself in the uncomfortable metal chair. Reaching into the breast pocket of his beat up green jacket, he pulled out a toothpick and slid it into the corner of his mouth. He ran a hand through his short-cropped brown-but-graying beard while he chewed on the toothpick, and stared at the very large, well-muscled, well-dressed blonde man at the reception desk.
"Hey Tiny, am I up yet? Meeting should have started thirty-five minutes ago,"
He sits alone
in his room
dreaming
of being more
he dreams of times
that have never existed
outside of a book
he closes his eyes
and he says
'I want to be a hero'
She sits alone
thinking about everything
wishing
she had someone
to save the day
someone that doesn't exist
inside her world
she closes her eyes
and she says
'I need a hero'
They sit alone
within sight of
each other
wishing for something
that will never be
wanting what is just
out of reach
they close their eyes
and they say
'I want to be...'
'I need...'
a Hero
Current Residence: Indiana Favourite cartoon character: I'm a Marvel nerd. Personal Quote: I am the hero I was meant to be, the greatest one you'll never know...
Favourite Games
city of heroes city of villains
Favourite Gaming Platform
PS2
Tools of the Trade
my trusty number two, but I dabble in other things.
new things are up but not showing on your devwatch. Why? Because they are in my scrapbook since they technically aren't well thought out "finished works." take a few minutes. You might like actually like it.
new stuff will be up soon. I've been fairly diligently working like a good little girl and I've almost got the taste of the satisfaction. Of course everything is in a sketch form but it's not too shabby if I have to say so myself. I've come back with a renewed spirit.