Description: Me and SincerWritinAsh have been kinda going back and forth writing about this... so we pulled our brains together and i made a verse and she made a verse. of course, i stick to my usual routine of rhyming (but this time, not so obviously in some spots), and she sticks to hers of not, making a contrast i quite enjoyed... oh.. yeah the topic is how we who write are like spiderman/ spidergirl in the sense that we are not always appreciated... but most of you won't need the description to see that... enjoy! deuces...
(Me)
You can't handle the truth
so they say
I list many overtly
and covertly risk
every free lance drama
ever written, while bitten by the bug
that turns me into Spiderman,
quite a plan.... isn't it?
"Physically Impossible"
but it sounds logical
to those who are knowledgeable
to those with empowerment
for instance: I took away
the rain for the day
and they ask where the showers went?!
Oh.. fools oh my
I sigh in complaint
do you so rely on my
every stake
and claim-
and blame me
for villany
or the very doubt
that you conceal in me?
(SincerWritinAsh)
In all the crowd’s hurrahs
And the newspapers’ exclamation marks
The truth is blurred out in exaggerated texts
And distant photographs
Of four legged creature scaling
Concrete and glass.
All saving the day
And personal sacrifice
For the metropolis, for mankind.
No one pauses.
Questions .
What lies behind
The comic book mask.
Despite chemical reconstruction,
Stimulated evolution,
And unsure biology -
I am still human.
Every crime that catches
The flash of publicity
Increases the flame
Of my personal responsibility,
Whether to protect
Or you even wonder
If I were the one to cause the wreck?
This dithering opinion
Confuses even myself
And I am the one aligning
Myself to sides.
Please quit, stop-
Submission Name: Spiderman/girl ( w/SincerWritinAsh)
