Cocky.

Collecting dust, and forgotten high upon a shelf

I hear your cries of desperation as you call for help

You were once a coveted prize, the object of desire for all

Until you met your demise like all possessions, then began your fall

No longer new nor slightly used, you were not even last season

Not an antique, just weak, the flavours of the week even viewed you as excretion

Bargain bin beautiful priced for much less than you cost to make

You whimper, indignant that you were authentic yet being treated like a fake

There must be a way to regain their love, you thought arrogantly from your final resting place.

Perhaps I'll be seen as unique again, if I just put on my best face.

Adorned in a vibrant smile from cheek to cheek

You convinced yourself that you were a chic

Many admirers passed you, fingering you for nostalgia's sake

Then returning you to your dusty shelf, leaving you for someone else to take

Such is the fate of those that forget their roots for temporary fame

They will be abandoned too, for survival of the fittest is not just anybody's game

When your ego grows too big for your own head,

Count your blessings, choosing to be confident instead

Cockiness will get you nowhere other than in biased history books

No longer desired but despised, not even coveted by crooks

Super.

My superhuman abilities were a blessing and a curse

For although in place to protect me, they often did quite the reverse

Faster than a speeding bullet and more powerful than a locomotive

Who was going to save Superman when he lost the will to continue floating.

Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound yet matters of the heart tore me apart like kryptonite

Unsure if I could go on with emotions coursing through my veins electrifying me like dynamite

It was easier to be unfeeling, numb to man's nuances and moods

Life was less revealing, when I was thought of as crude

Grief stricken without a spell or potion to ease the pain

Sadness engulfed the superhuman, casting a shadow cloud of sorrow on my Herculean frame

With a brave face on, I returned to fight crimes and matters not of the heart

Renewed confidence and faith in myself as I crossed my heart and hoped to be stronger and not so easily torn apart

Invincible again, no magic needed to know I will not surrender to defeat

The road to recovery was lined with obstacles that kept me from becoming obsolete

Shapeshifting past of mine, I often chose to hide rather than stand out and be misunderstood

It took me long enough to accept the subjective nature of bad and good

Still soaring high above the skies saving everybody else from crime

Even the ability to heal oneself and flight can grow old after some time

Desperate for a cure or even someone to lean on for a helping hand

A friend, or an ally that will see me as an equal and not as Superman

So what if I have powers that make me slightly different from the rest

I still yearn to find someone with whom I can watch the sun rise in the west

When will I meet my own personal Lois Lane?

That will treat me with love and respect, and stimulate my brain?

Undress.

Put your hand in my hand, let me take my brush and paint the world for you

I want you to discover me as I explore the intricacies of you

Slide your fingers through my hair, let me share my soul with you

Caress my skin, I'm glistening, eagerly wanting to undress you

Watch the sun rise in my deep eyes as I pull your shirt over your head

Feel the passion in between my thighs climb atop me in this bed

I turn crimson and blood red, your touch sets me on fire

Leave the lights on so I can watch you fill me with your desire

Kisses on my neck conquer me, I am unfolding

Don't hold back, move with me, my eyes start rolling

Make me sweat, grind deeper into me

Hear me scream out your name as you fill me with your beauty

Lie with me, let me taste the sweat dampening your neck

My tongue flickering across your body, slowly making you wet

I can feel you throbbing against my leg

I want you so desperately but want to hear you beg

Do it rough, bite me hard, don't stop until we're done

Never enough, leave me scarred, play Russian Roulette inside me with your gun

Unload your bullets until we're both shot and gasping for air

Just when you think you can't go any further, I will take you there

Unleash your fury, drown me in your scent

Keep going higher until we are both spent

Unload your worries and unburden your stress

Then start all over, let me watch you undress

Fire.

Tearing through my wilderness like savages, the wild fire inside my heart refuses to subside; spreading like disease, as spectators watch amazed, helplessly, awestruck by the most ferocious element there is.  Dancing in the dark, like the deranged, painting the blue dusk night with violent reds, deep yellows and aggressive oranges.  Devouring everything in sight, reducing my beauty to little more than mountains of ash and embers.  Happy to have made it out unscathed yet distraught to have to start over, again, planting trees and recreating nature from scratch.  Inside, the prospect of starting anew is almost exciting now that I have survived the worst.  Granted an opportunity to start over, a second chance to right all my wrongs and undo my mistakes.  A brand new beginning complete with a newer, improved version of me.  Putting my best foot forward, I leave my old life behind as I step over the remnants of the destruction that made me not only resume, but restart, with a renewed outlook all that truly matters.  Stripped away like bark from the trees that were reduced to dirt, my ego ceased to exist upon coming face to face with God.  The universe always returns what it takes in the circle of life, whether immediately apparent or just below the surface, it does its part to ease our tensions with its knife.  Having once believed I lost it all in the fire I failed to see that I was spared, focusing blindly on impermanent things resulted in staying unaware.  It was not until I rejoiced at being given another go, that I was not able to be free from my vicious, selfish ego.  Burn baby burn, heal me with your heat from the inside out, sear the pages of my past, erase them, renewing my spirit and zest for life, and saving me from my drought.