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Memory Chapter 3“I thought Superman said no injuries,” Jonn said, as he nursed the bleeding nose.
“It was my fault actually,” Diana said apologetically, “he was freaking me out!”
“Diana, I don’t think he blacked out because of the injury though.”
Diana walked around the bed and sat beside him
“I called you as soon as I could wrap my head around what happened. Bruce was behaving as if he knew nothing about his being Batman. I checked the place but it is not bugged. You have checked it too.”
“I don’t understand why he behaved in such a way.”
“He might not be lying, Diana.” Jonn said.
“What do you mean?” Diana frowned, “Do you mean to say that he is not Batman.”
“No, no,” Jonn shook his head. “I think he doesn’t know that he is Batman.”
“Dual personality, Hera, no!” Diana said agitatedly, “He knows that he is Batman, of course
Memory Chapter 2“Good Morning. Didn’t think you’d be up so early!” she teased as she stood by his bed.
Bruce squinted as the harsh sunlight hit his eyes. It wasn’t so early in the morning after all. Diana noticed his discomfort and drew the blinds immediately.
“Thank you,” he said.
“Thank you?” she repeated, “Didn’t expect to hear that from you.”
Bruce brought his fingers to either sides of his forehead and massaged in clockwise motion. He had his eyes shut tight and his hands were quivering.
“Here, let me help,” Diana said as she placed both her palms on his head, thumbs meeting on his forehead and applied a gently pressure. Bruce seemed to ease into the touch and breathed heavily. He opened his eyes once Diana eased the pressure. It was then that he realized that he was not in his home, and the lady nursing him was not whom he had expected to see.
“Hello,” he said, his voice quivering a bit.
Shade got him this time, almost got him. The batwing suffered a head on collision with the cliff and erupted into a huge fiery ball almost instantly. However Shade’s want could not completely black out the proximity sensors of the batwing. With seconds to spare, Batman had ejected out of the plane. However the ejection was not fast enough to spare him a blow from the batwing’s debris. A broken wing hit the pilot seat in air and hurled it off from above the shore into the sea.
“I’m on it!” Aquaman cried as he made his way towards the site of impact.
Before Shade could enjoy his fleeting moments of victory, he found himself in the clutches of the Man of Steel.
“You should probably thank your stars that he escaped.” He said, half bringing his fist down on him.
“Some other time, Superman,” Shade said as he reached out to activate his wand, only to hurl it away by reflex and to find a pang in his arm.
Supressed Chapter 3"I won't stop you from going. And if you think you need me, you can call me."
He knew how that would’ve sounded like to her. He and Bruce, no, He and Batman had not been in good terms for the last two months, ever since the Doomsday sanction and his talk with Waller. Batman wouldn’t leave out an opportunity to express his dissent on Superman’s judgement, as he termed it, and to harp on the necessity of self-control on the part of the powerful members of the league and even the need for contingency mechanisms in place if anything went out of hand.
He was tired of arguing with him that he would never go down that line. Not to mention, the league wasn’t very excited about it either. Slowly, the protests stopped too, and so did the communication between them. As their alter egos, they barely had a reason to talk to each other. And as colleagues, a term which Batman vehemently objected to, the world seemed to take care of itself quite well and they had
I need someoneI need someone
Someone whom I can talk to any time I want
About anything I want
Someone I can pour my heart out to
without thinking twice
Someone I can count on to stand by me
And lead me down the path I want to go
Someone who can change my life
And change it for the best
Someone I can chat with over a cup of coffee
Someone I can laugh and cry before
without any inhibitions
Someone who corrects me when I am wrong
Inspires to me aim high
And achieve greater heights in life
Someone who lives and breathes for me
Someone, whose hand I can hold
And bring it to my heart
YOU ARE EVERYTHING I WANTED IN MY LIFE
Take a breathCompletely freaked out, I run to the doctor and say "Throbbing headache, motion sickness and I even fell short of breath for a while yesterday. Can this be asthma?"
He asks, "When was the last time you took a breath?"
"I beg your pardon. (I believe an average adult breathes 18 times per minute and that doesn't need to be conscious)"
And he smiles and says - "Take that one extra moment to breathe, and everything will be fine."
"It's winter kid... The days are shorter. Go get some rest."
And I walk back thinking - "Am I the only one or is there is spiritual connotation to this whole conversation?"
To be or Not To be - Chap 16"Who are you?" Harvey demanded.
Superman paid no attention. He was not used to taking questions or orders from this voice, no matter what it meant in this world.
"Bruce, what is this all about?" he asked.
Bruce tried to say something but Harvey stopped him.
"My question first, who are you?"
"Superman, we need to go, now." John said, breaking in. "I sense we have already caused an irreparable damage."
"Who are you?" Harvey demanded again.
Superman remained silent, cue for John to take over.
"We are the Justice League," he paused, "From another dimension"
"I knew it," Harvey snapped, "You are the Justice Lords."
"No, no we're not." John said, before Superman could interfere.
"I don't believe you. Only the Justice Lords could've had the audacity to behave the way you did with Luthor." He squinted at Superman.
"Obviously, the turn of events in this dimension have been different from those in our dimension." John continued. I could sense he was using some mental restraint to stop the others
Supressed Chapter 2Next day morning, Gotham news
An inexplicable stint of deaths has left Gotham city shaken. Last night, within a period of 2 hours, there were 3 deaths reported. Commissioner Gordon has confirmed that all the three people killed were the employees of the Wayne Tech Corporation. What's remarkable about these deaths is that there is no visible sign of injury or violence on the bodies. The deceased are Ms.Lucy Hopkins, an executive assistant, Mr. Charles Reed, a financial advisor and Mr Tony Pham, a manager. The victims do not appear to be in any way related to each other apart from the fact that they work for the same company.
Commissioner Gordon stated that the GPD is actively on the case. However he refused to comment on whereabouts of the Batman, for looks like Nightwing is filling in for him. it has been nearly a year since Batman was sighted in Gotham, however there has been active support from the Justice League when required.
On the other hand, Mr. Wayne was not
SupressedCommissioner Gordon wasn't enjoying the night.
Two murders in less that three hours - he muttered under his breath and sighed - May be he was right. There is no hope for humanity!
He had called for help, but he wasn't disappointed when the man he was expecting to see didn't turn up. However he had no complaints with his protégé, the first boy-wonder.
He has a World to save - he thought, recounting the last time he had seen him in action in Gotham. That was one year ago.
"Commissioner, I think I found something," Nightwing cried out. Gordon broke into a half jog to join him at the heart of the bridge.
"An id?" Commissioner Gordon frowned.
"This man works for Wayne enterprises as well," Nightwing nodded.
"And no signs of assault what so ever," Gordon said, as he got down to one knee beside the body.
"None." Nightwing confirmed. "I am not surprised though. It affirms our previous theory."
lost my voice.I wrote "I love you"
in the sand at the beach.
The tide swallowed the words
and drowned them
before I could speak.
On WritingWrite for today
And like it’s all
That’ll be left of you
Never write for popularity.
Write with clarity, but
‘Don’t make everything said’.
Write a million things;
An ode to the voice
Inside your head,
An elegy for the living,
A carpe diem for the dead.
Write to tell
To just keep
They’ll find a way out.
Don’t write for approval,
That way misery lies.
Poetry can’t be judged,
Not properly –
Write for yourself;
Doesn’t matter if it’s
Good enough for
You’ll never be Shakespeare.
But he’d never
Have been you;
Pour your heart into it,
That’s the best
That you can do.
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
I Fell In love Inside of a DreamI fell in love,
inside of a dream.
And woke up,
with a broken heart.
But it wasn't my heart,
that was broken.
It was his,
and I'll never see him again.
That long haired, pale skin,
blue eyed boy, will forever remain,
a figment of my imagination.
So close, yet so far away.
And I will never be able to apologize,
for my mistake.
unrealistic ideologies of an
are toxic; breathing
is a chore. there is a
in the combined effort
of necessity’s unlovliest
we are the forgotten.
we are the tangled limbs
and childhood stories for
a more sensitive future; we
are the longing, we are
we are measured
in the people we touch;
and I will love you
in the UV light of
hide and seek paranoia.
I love you in the red shimmer
of harbored dreams, I love you
in the in
ShatteredIf I found you, on your knees,
trying desperately to collect the shattered pieces of your heart-
I would kneel beside you and help you pick them up.
I would not cast a blind eye,
and pretend I had not seen you.
If I saw that your hands had been cut,
by the very shards of hope you were trying so hard to gather-
I would take your hands in mine, and hold them until the pain subsided.
Then I would kiss every wound- no matter how big or how small,
until I was sure you would be able to use your hands again.
If you were crying from the fear that you'd never be able to pick up everything,
I would hold you until your tears stopped, and I would comfort you with gentle words.
But I would not lie to you- I would never lie.
The heart is a frail thing- once shattered, it can never be fully repaired.
Parts will remain missing, and the mended hope will always bear cracks.
If we found that we'd gathered all that we were able,
and that there were a fine powder remaining of what we could not collect.
veinte.i am regressing
i am regressing
i am regressing
i am regressing
you are not a dynamic character.
this is not your story.
you are static.
you are static.
this is not your story.
you are not allowed to fly.
i am regressing
i am regressing
i am regressing
(there is no one to talk to anymore because you feel the need to hide away all of your feelings; you don't talk to people because you cannot pretend to be happy with people that know you are not; you can't keep doing this you can't keep doing this; you're killing yourself and you don't even realize it; you're going to explode one day)
BMWW - Broken Hearts
I Love You
I know it's wrong
But I cannot help it
The more I think of it
The more I realize that I'm wrong
The more I love you
And that makes me weak
When I fight you
Not your might
But my love for you
I have lost my reason
I have lost my pride
I have lost myself to you
Because I love you
Tears in my eyes
As I weep silently
At the grave of my broken heart
Yes, I have brought it unto myself
But I cannot stop saying
I love you
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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