Tag: writing

Marvelous Marvel

Growing up I loved comic books and the whole aspect of superheroes. Watching the Batman show starring Adam West was how this love began. I was drawn to Batman because he was human, no worldly powers, just a vigilante saving lives. Then I came upon the world of Marvel.

X-Men (Storm is my favorite), Hulk, Thor, Black Panther, Fantastic Four, Spiderman, Dr. Strange, The Avengers, Captain America and of course Iron Man.

These superheroes were more than just awesome characters in a storyline or sparks of creativity and imagination, I found a sense of confidence within their heroism.

Those comic books, those characters, those movies were and still are an escape for me. And yes, sparks of creativity still pop. Stan Lee is a legend, a genius who had an invincible reputation. It’s crazy to know that he has passed away. I think that we place our heroes on a pedestal of immortality, it’s only when a tragedy such as death do we realize that they too are human.

Words escaped my mind this morning when I had saw online that Mr. Lee had passed. He will be greatly missed, especially his infamous cameos.

“Are you..Tony Stank?” 😂

Thank you Stan Lee for creating a world that will live on eternally.

*Said in Tony Stark mannerism* I am Derra Nicole 😉

You were one of those classic ones traveling around the sun… -Twenty One Pilots

Sneaky Grin

A chilled 57* and that beautiful Cheshire cat moon grins from 250 thousand miles up…

Snug under the covers, sipping on a steaming mug of BlackBerry cinnamon tea and listening to Home is Such a Lonely Place by Blink 182 while jotting down thought after thought on these blue lines…

Hoppus sings the line, “this universe an empty place without you…” which triggers your image to pop into my mind. I don’t even know you, yet those above words rings true like violin strings playing in the background…

Nights have been spent staying away from the Sandman, no zzzz’s equals no dreams. These dreams these past months have been nothing short of bittersweet. This comatose vision of you and me is sweet. The way you look at me, your eyes piercing right past my disorder, my scars. What most choose not to see past, you have made glow. For all you see is who I truly am at my core. Your eyes are beautiful and that smile of yours, damn your handsome…

Then Sunshine Riptide begins to play, signaling my cue to get up, outta bed and face the world. In that moment of that first morning stretch the realization that these dreams are ones that aren’t meant to come true is so bitter…

Tonight…tonight I think I’ll try and catch a few of those notorious zzz’s. If a dream of you sneaks in, then that’s just the bright red cherry on top. Besides, these days I need a little sweetness…

Mmmm, this tea is pretty tasty and how I do love that luminous sneaky grin moon.

I want you forever even when we’re not together… -Machine Gun Kelly

All I Want

These songs bring back memories of magic and childhood smiles…

These sweet reminiscent smells swirling in the kitchen make my tastebuds happy…

These sparkling lights send their glowing contentment straight to my heart, causing my mind to never let go of the magic that this season holds…

These twinkling stars studded in the frosty sky speak to my past scars, a message to never give up on wishing for what my heart deeply dreams of…

These movies conjure up a cheerful grin and nostalgic laughter…

This season shakes up a mix of hope, love and inspiration that I will always drink in…

I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know. Make my wish come true, Baby all I want for Christmas is you… -Mariah Carey

10 Years Ago

The piece below was something I messed around with years ago. Inspiration came from a band who I am forever hooked to.

**To those who posses creative eyes, who see the world in charcoal black and champaign white. Those who spiral in shades of pillow talk pink and passion punch orange. The ones who know that the stars aren’t something you can just switch on and off,
they glow one night and burn out the next, but when they shine it’s Cosmic heaven…

To those who are the secret angels who wake up every morning on purpose, for they are the undercover gaurdians who carry the burden of putting the broken world right. They ght the “normal” arch enemies in their land of Labelism. Where light sabers slash the decieving characature revealing it’s true identity. A six letter word in a dictionary…

To those who are the day one members of the overcast club, who protect their hearts with their blue umbrellas on even the sunniest of days. The ones who know that their black clouded storms cannot exceed outside their four security blanketed walls, for one step outside their front door, enforces all defenses making them become ultimate ironmen…

To those who live in a world where masquerade balls are fashioned more than friday night parties,
To those who live in this world, not because they have to, but because at the moment it’s the one that makes them appear more intriging and less “different”…**

Waves

A moment or two is what this soul of mine needs…

A helpful hint is what my mind searches for…

A dose of guidance is what my heart prays for…

The day has switched places with the night and the sun has sunken into the glowing atmosphere.

Hoodie on..crisp breeze kissing the goosebumps on my neck..the warm sands cooling down…

Eyes closed..deep breath..and listen…

Dear waves, help me out here. I need advice, I can’t shake this feeling let alone understand why this feeling ever came into existence. I’ve exhausted every idea as to how to let this feeling go, every lightbulb has burnt out trying to ignore this. A feeling that is unknown territory for my heart and mind. So, I ask waves…what do I do?

I just need a moment or two.

The softest echo could be enough for me to make it through… -Twenty One Pilots