Pop Culture Poetry
Vol. 1
What Could Have Been
By Clark Kent
I wish I could miss my biological parents.
Flashes of mom flood my brain moments before sleep takes me,
But I don’t know if they’re real,
Or random synapses creating what I want to see.
If everyone on Krypton was like me,
Then maybe there were superpowered accountants
Or bakers,
Or doctors.
I could be normal here,
If I didn’t care.
Why do I care when there are infinite Earths?
What makes this one special?
If I still had a home planet, I could have a normal full-time job.
I could go home after work.
Every day could be the same,
But in a good way.
Just This Once
By Lucy Ricardo
Our beds drift further apart each time I ask to be in his show
But the space between
Is where I long to be seen.
To be noticed.
He knows.
Feels.
Understands.
But pretends he doesn’t.
The neighbors don’t care.
Why should they?
They’re living to die, while I’m out here
Dying to live.
Brick by Brick
By Godzilla
The pulse of concrete crumbling through my leathery digits.
The thrill of demolishing a beautiful rectangle.
They don’t get it.
They never will.
These tiny creatures think it’s about them.
But it’s not.
It never was.
I want to feel alive, and tail-whipping a skyscraper thrills me.
Stomping a parking garage gives me goosebumps.
Surrendering to my urges for unbridled destruction.
Tingles run up my lumpy spine as I finger windows with my jagged nails.
These itty bitty mammals feel better thinking what I do has something to
Do with them.
Some worship me.
Some warship me.
Other’s try to destroy me like a newly erected building,
And we are the same.
But what they will never understand,
Is that destruction gets me wet.
I Am
By Groot
I am…
Not what they think.
My growth is beyond these mortals.
But they cannot see it.
Not even the furball.
I can think and speak,
But my words would be wasted on them.
I am bold.
I am truth.
I am gorgeous.
I am me.
And that’s all I need.