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Heroes are quintessentially rebels
And the Marvel and DC Heroes of today are no longer rebels.
They are costumed propaganda machines who maintain the status quo of corruption and oppression while claiming to fight for justice.
Their great power is used to protect corrupt power structures.
They support what they purport to fight against.
Villains are the Heroes of today, and the Heroes have lived long enough to see themselves become the villains.
It's me
Hi
I'm the problem, it's me
At teatime
Everybody agrees
False Hope đź’€ (my emo goth style look book and anti religion poem reading)
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my poem:
What starts at home, spills outward
Trapped in my own sorrow, I’m just like you
Human like you
That’s my only flaw
I’m built to breathe
Built to live
Decay by the day
I only wanna be alive when the sun’s down
Kicked out of society
2 feet on the ground
But I only see what’s outside of me
Remind myself of the holy
Til something ugly shocks me
God, I’m human
Nobody’s daddy
Don’t wanna harm no body
Just want a somebody
Not just another body
I don’t touch mine
Why waste your time, I can’t be your dream
I’m only pretty when I’m not thinking
Dare ask me to speak
I wear my ugly
Can’t hide me
Trust me I tried
But it oozes out like black jelly
Overgrown roots and dirt under my nails
No amount of nail polish can make this in between boy pretty
Trust me I’ve been trying
But nobody gets me
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poem: False Hope by boybasher, (2023).
Her Majesty 🥀 (my dominant girlfriend dark poetry reading and h&m fashion model aesthetic lookbook)
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my poem:
She wears his coat
As if it’s her skin
Tears his heart
And wears it like a necklace
He’s Her’s
And she’s his territory
If skin’s just leather
“I want you to own me”, she whispers with her legs on his tatted shoulders
Used goods, vintage history
“Polish me til I bust like a chimney baby”
She loves the scent of abandoned boys in her hair
Jealous of the side chicks that call him daddy
She’s f-uking the boss and that makes them angry
Burnt but-ts in her pockets
An open condom doesn’t use itself
Everybody needs a bad mommy
If you’re too shy
She’ll take control
Keep your eyes on the road
“I’m not an amateur”
“I’m the best b-tch in town,” she smirks as she bites his cheek
Ditch the roses, they’re for the pretty ones
She only want the thorns
Pain is her pleasure
Sin is her favorite bedtime story
She’s a living fantasy
The only thing missing is her him
A bad boy with scruffed up shoes to match her tortured soul
Look at him stepping out of his beat up corvette, light me up a marlboro too
Don’t remember her name
“It’ll be easier to forget me this way,” she pleads
Her Imperial Affliction
Bruised knees, Ripped black lace
Left with a smile you can’t shake away
Her cigarettes can only distort her thoughts for so long
Some highs only come in the form of a man
“Let me do the praying
I’m told I’m pretty
When I’m on my knees
Begging for mercy
Pleasing comes natural to me
Bliss is so cheap
Cheaper than me,” she repeats like a prayer for solidarity
Her.
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The 'Bribe'
Prompt- "You want me to stay quiet about all this? Then bribe me."
Structure- Stage Directions and Lines
[Ashlynn, the unnamed hero's assistant, is hurrying down the hallway when she notices the hero full on choking a vigilante. The vigilante passes out due to a lack of oxygen, almost dying. They are thrown into an inhumane cage that looks like it's designed for torture. The hero notices Ashlynn. They put their index finger to their lips and shush her.]
Ashlynn: "You want me to stay quiet about all this? Then bribe me."
Hero: "Bribe you? I'd rather kill you but I'd get a bad social reputation so I've decided against it."
[Ashlynn approaches the hero. Her arm is grabbed tightly, making her wince.]
Ashlynn: "Aren't you a hero? Heroes don't kill. Some hero you are."
Hero: "Oh darling, wouldn't you like to know. All you need to know is that I've had to... deal with villains by... oh I give up. Darling, I've killed villains before. I used to be a vigilante after all. I presume you have heard of Black Crystal? That was me. I'd still call myself a vigilante if my sister hadn't dragged me into the headquarters of some big hero and get me a job. Killing was quite fun if I do say so myself."
Ashlynn: "You monster! You killed people! That's-"
Hero: "Hush darling, we don't want anyone hearing you. Besides, how would you prove anything? You know what? How about I kill YOU?"
[Ashlynn is stabbed in the stomach. She idiotically rips it out, immediately regretting it.]
Ashlynn: "You- *cough* you won't get away with this!"
Hero: "Oh yes I will, darling."
[The hero cackles like an insane witch. She immediately stops cackling once she realises the hard work she'll have to do.]
Hero: "Oh great, I need to clean up the evidence..."
[The hero goes offstage.]
A killa wrapped in a pretty pink bow
“That’s from the Fearless Tour, 2009″- Preston Swift
