punksuperman

Jesse Sandman

11 Watchers68 Deviations

5.8K

Pageviews

Latest Deviations

See all

Untitled by punksuperman, literature

Literature

Untitled

i still love you and you still love me this is still true and no less a tragedy its okay to be wrong i tell myself every day it took me so long maybe even too late Some wounds don't heal they just fester and bleed a patchwork quilt of feels a bruised and broken seed love conquers all the lie i believe till the final fall please... please don't grieve I want this, this is mine between poor choices and bad luck its always the right time for bad decisions and being stuck its moving on from an empty house where we've taken all the love even all the hate carry it with us and go our separate ways leave behind an empty space with windows bare and empty floors and hollow looks upon our face and the finality of a closed door So long, farewell, auf widersehen Goodbye No shouts, no tears, just doubts and fears Don't cry Try not to die, lay down, just breathe in and out, slow and steady, hold it together fail, miserably, horribly, complete cry anyway, in the dark, till forever

Just another day by punksuperman, literature

Untitled by punksuperman, literature

Literature

Untitled

n the darkness of an unfamiliar place. I said goodbye to my innocence. Bright, loving eyes, sacrificed, oppressed, crushed. I believe, I believe! I still believe! But I screamed! I cried out! God heard me and sent an angel. But not before my trust was broken not before i lost my innocence. And oh, how I cried. How I called out to God not even wondering why, Jsut begging, pleading, crying for help And to me, God heard just a little too late IT was all supposed to be part of your plan and i dont understand how you could work good from such a thing will you God? Will you fix me now? I've been broken so long. I dont think I know how how to pret

Untitled by punksuperman, literature

Literature

Untitled

I wish I had a father. To teach me, and love me. I hate this world so much. I hate myself more. I want so much to not exist. But that isn't God's plan. I just want to... To not feel this pain. God please heal me! I just want to not hurt so much I want to die! I believe! I BELIEVE! God save me, I Believe! I'm just so tired of the suffering. I'll never meet the measure. I am useless, worthless, spineless. Anything, anything to fill the hole that sucking abyss in my heart. forever will i learn i just want it to stop. Please God, stop it! I want to believe. I want to believe in mercy! I'll never win. I'm all alone. Love can't save me. Demons tak

Untitled by punksuperman, literature

Literature

Untitled

I am so disassociated from my world, from my generation and i find my thoughts falling, drifting deeper into denigration all i know is my life and no miracle can make me see understand the struggle of someone else, of how they came to be I know so little about so much and yet keep on moving forward trying hard and harder to reach some goal im working toward but in the end all thats left is what i did and who i loved and they will carry on with them everything I've shown the race i've run How do i set an example, do i show them how to win or how to care what mask do i put on to face the world, and does it slip does it tear and no matter what

Feewlings half formed and thoughts left adrift by punksuperman, literature

Literature

Feewlings half formed and thoughts left adrift

this blood drips down my fingertips like the screech of a violin slow and high and heartwrenching and I don't know what hurts more, the tears or the razorblade giving up on dreams or being unable to have anymore and the feeling passes, fades like a photograph its grasp upon memory tenuous and yet it never really goes away this cold that's come to stay and like mist it freezes the lungs stops the heart, the brain, a void that must be filled a hunger unavoidable and it is cold, oh so cold even if its a hundred degrees outside I will always live in this cold November this last time that I felt at home and safe, and loved And

Yet another boring text doc by punksuperman, literature

Literature

Yet another boring text doc

You built me up into this perfect man And maybe I let you, I did nothing to dissuade you Because I too, want to be loved And even monsters can cry. And as that perfect shell cracked broken under the truth, the ugly skin laid bare I too wanted to be loved, and without it I begin to cry Such a perfect lie, that when it was revealed left me with nothing not one leg to stand on as my hand beat the floor and as it all fell through that perfect friendship. i too can wish to die do I have the courage to try? Or better yet, the courage to be alone? in the dark? with the no other company but the truth and it doesn't quite keep me wa

The loss of something special by punksuperman, literature

Literature

The loss of something special

I feel like I was robbed. Though in truth I gave it away. Generosity taken for granted, anger and rage underestimated. And I'm left with clenched fists and teeth. Bone grindingly red, obscuringly dark. With nothing more to show for it then a few more tears. I can't see a way out. No way out. No way. No. No way. No way out. And I ask the Lord. No, I beg. Please, Please, please. Heal this blindness, this hole that exists. Filled with rage and spite that I can't manage. I can only bury, hold it in. My responsibility. The only thing I have is my ideals. That seem flimsier and stronger after a fashion. That more and more I realiz

See All

Featured Gallery

See all

Untitled by punksuperman, literature

Literature

Untitled

Just another day by punksuperman, literature

Untitled by punksuperman, literature

Literature

Untitled

Untitled by punksuperman, literature

Literature

Untitled

Untitled by punksuperman, literature

Literature

Untitled

Feewlings half formed and thoughts left adrift by punksuperman, literature

Literature

Feewlings half formed and thoughts left adrift

Yet another boring text doc by punksuperman, literature

Literature

Yet another boring text doc

To make me normal by punksuperman, literature

Literature

To make me normal

I feel so crazy so insane so wrong... I feel so much pain so much pressure so much gone, I feel like I\'m going to burst and finally go nuts I feel like there\'s a knife running and twisting in my guts I say so many things that make not a lick of sense I say so many things that many people take offense I say so much about the way things really truly are I say so much about how we\'ve tried so hard only to fall so far... Its the pills that make me normal, the drugs that make it all okay. Its the booze that makes me feel, the slashed wrists that make want to stay. Its my life that makes me crazy, the pressure that fils me up with hate

Watchers 11

kat-najera

FloridaDeviants

YoshimiYoyoshuri

dreadz

school

amasa

hourglassthorne

alwayzdazd

poeticangel

purpleblobofgoo

vickyjane

Watching 6

Raichiyo33

Vestes

Zoratrix

Quarriane

amasa

infernosilver

Collection

Favourites

See all

Alice in Wonderland by MidnyteFaerie, literature

Literature

Alice in Wonderland

Winds howl their greetings As I crawl out of my bed Hushed whispers turn to screaming Creating chaos in my head I tumbled down the rabbit hole Into this empty space I cannot stand the feeling Of the pain I can't erase My nightmares are so frequent That they are only dreams Yet crawling up my blood-red throat Are tormented screams The darkness of my mind Is what pushes you away But if you ever leave me I will not last another day I am little Alice The one they never found The one who fell down the rabbit hole And stayed there, underground In my alternate reality Of tiny imps and elves I have become one of the creatures W

freezer space 226 by greendragon, literature

Literature

freezer space 226

Across my thigh today, I scrawled a word. In pink marker, A four-letter word. Early today was found, An unidentified victim, A brunette teenage female, A suspected case of suicide. No cause of death apparent, No exit wounds or bullet holes, No slash\'n\'dash or hit and run, Requires further examination. They pulled away her clothes, And off white undergarments. They opened up her stomach, And examined what lay within. They weighed and measured . They drew blood and tested. Trying to unravel the mysteries of, Their brown haired green-eyed Jane Doe. \"Victim Jane Doe 226, Recent scars visible on, Arms breasts and abdomen.

and there are dreams by volantis, literature

Literature

and there are dreams

and there are dreams _________________________________________________________ The scent of rain in fading twilight and later yellow moon in purple cloud remind me of secret, precious, unspoken thoughts And pale-veined leaves edged with dew new-made in the white-hued dawn tell me that last night\'s pain is unassuaged; and the morning sky is still tear-stained. Can you prove to me that love exists? tell me that \'forever\' and \'only\' will be truth for me? and write those words on white rose-petals show me that white means not death , but purity. Say to me that romance does live and somewhere lovers walk beneath si

Exhausted Determination by poeticangel, literature

Literature

Exhausted Determination

The sun has set on this final day And the mountain still towers above me. My clothes have been torn And no amount of soap can remove this dirt caked on like a new layer of skin. I have been walking for months, With almost nothing to show for it. My shoes are so tattered and worn; They really hold no more purpose. Every part of me aches. I need to stop, but I can't. The light is slowly fading, Perhaps I took a wrong turn. How else did I end up here? My feet are just one giant callus And the ache is starting to seep into my bones. Each step becomes more labored, As each breath becomes more shallowed. The vultures are circling

I Could Steal Your Pain by purpleblobofgoo, literature

Literature

I Could Steal Your Pain

I could steal your pain… If only I knew what was bothering you. I would lock it away; Carry it on my shoulders To give your mind a rest. We could sail away To a land filled with bliss, Our only problems: The thoughts inside. But no one would notice; No one would listen… It's not like they do now. Have they ever cared? Do they even want you there? Does anyone want me here? You; That's who I'm talking about. Not me; I have no worries, Except for maybe love… And hate And fate And life in general. Sure, everything is great! That's what everyone else thinks… My life is wonderful; Many friends Loving family; Miss perfect

My druggie dad by harlee, literature

Literature

My druggie dad

I remember... Standing on your shoulder trying to touch the sky The snow angel we use to make laying on our backs And how you use to tell me \"No guy should ever make you cry\" Maybe you should have thought about that before you left us for your crack I remember... Falling asleep in your lap laughing at your stupid, corny jokes And when you got me my first Kitty-cat But now I\'m old enough to know about your addiction to coke I remember... Riding on my banana bike and making a big deal out of it, a big show going to the lake to fly my brand new kite Now all i think about is how you sold both of them for your da

haunting by beneath-the-mist, literature

Literature

haunting

I give him a kiss and there you are try to shake the image but it's so so hard I don't want to love you I don't want to remember all the moments all the months that we spent together it was all in vain I thought I got rid of that pain but it's still there haunting me again and again I give him a hug but I feel your embrace hold his hand and I see your face I don't love you anymore I don't need you now why won't you just leave me alone please I'm begging you just leave us now I cant escape from your memory it's lodged in my brain and I'm goin insane I thought I forgot …it had been so long but it's all

Deviation Spotlight

Nothing left to give by punksuperman, literature

Literature

Nothing left to give

You look into my eyes, I\'ve nothing left to give, You\'ve already taken their stars. You look at my hands, I\'ve nothing left to give, I\'ve burned them pulling you from the fire. You look at my face, I\'ve noting left to give, You\'ve taken my expression from me. You look at my arms, I\'ve nothing left to give, They\'re broken from holding you above it all. You look at my legs, I\'ve nothing left to give, They\'re shattered from carrying you this far. You look at my lips, I\'ve nothing left to give, They\'re cracked and bleeding from speaking out for you. You look to my feet, I\'ve nothing left to give, They\'re ripped t

Nothing left to give

punksuperman

About punksuperman

See all

Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

United States
Deviant for 21 years
He / Him

My Bio

Current Residence: Some loser in Texas
Favourite genre of music: anything that resonates with my soul
Operating System: Some windows
MP3 player of choice: winamp
Favourite cartoon character: Brock samson
Personal Quote: Hats off.

Favourite Visual Artist

dead kennedys

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Our Lady Peace

Favourite Writers

Robert Frost

Favourite Games

World of Warcraft

Favourite Gaming Platform

PC or Xbox

Tools of the Trade

my tainted brain, ravaged soul, and absent heart

Other Interests

Anime, Role Playing, Having fun, Drinking

Posts

See all

punksuperman

Feb 8, 2023

2023

3 min read

Twenty two years and the only dreams that came true were nightmares and fears. Welcome to the odd and terrible musings seasoned with dried up tears. Whipped up to those beautiful peaks of apathy so delicate a point to make. The natural inclination of the depressed to the horror that they just can't shake. This fake sweetness long gone bitter, the stevia of feelings, just another self told lie. A lie that keeps me up and night. When all I have to lay beside is myself. Car crash nightmares, taking the long way, to get fucked up and die. Holding up the world, while you're putting the dog to sleep, so cold in November. I gave up on myself a long time ago, lost in a teenage riot, not capable of love or goodbye. Remembering how it felt to burn, and trying to keep on the brightside of Hell's pretender. And I can't wait, impatience runs through my veins, and i wish i could pour it out. Another mess left all over the place. A picture of pain and fear and doubt. The only thing stopping you

Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In

punksuperman

Nov 11, 2011

Devious Journal Entry

0 min read

One day (every day) I wake up and realized, this is my life? And it was all I could do not to punch myself in the face. Or the mirror. Anger can be an excellent catalyst for change... but would it really be a change for the better? Been angry so long, and anger beats depression literally and figuratively. And I started to think, what would I be without this fierce, burning anger? And would I be able to go on ......without it. Fear of change is not something so easily over come. And apathy is really nothing more than waiting to die and accepting it. So, a man walks into a bar and bar tender asks, what'll it be. To which the man replies, I'll h

Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In

punksuperman

Sep 19, 2006

fear is freezing

0 min read

And thats when I was crushed smashed into the floor like gravity suddenly came back ten fold And suddenly inebriation wasn't enough suddenly it just couldn't keep me high and then I fell, like a star from the heavens And then i was burning bright unable to think through the pain still so much better then the emptiness I want this to be over It has to end soon. please please let this end soon. Just dont want to feel dont want to hurt. yet am afraid to die.