How Superman Might Have Been Born

In honor of Superhero Month, I have decided to do a little something in the spirit of the holiday! That's right, no Chanukah posts, no Passover posts. I'm doing an obscure holiday which has no meaning to me whatsoever! That's EXACTLY where my priorities lie. So I was reading the first comic of Superman (I think) online, when I was like, oh! How about I write an alternative beginning for his appearance on Earth? I mean, rockets are SOO old. We need something fresh, exciting, surprising.
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Alternative Beginning 1:

 

Alternative Beginning 2:                                                                                     



 

Alternative Beginning 3:                                                                                  



*About the pictures, I haven't had much time today to make anything more detailed. So yes, you're getting stick figures.

I'm Should Probably Delete This... Eventually

HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I really don't know whats gotten into me, but I'm about to freak you all out with this picture!!!

I have officially gone mad. Sort of. Maybe I'm just hyper. I guess I shouldn't have put all that syrup into my pancakes today... I simply have this extreme need to embarrass myself, and if I don't fulfill it, then...

SO. I JUST WANT TO TAKE THIS MOMENT TO SaY....

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YOU ARE ALL BEAUTIFUL<3

goodbye.
UPDATE: I am probably the weirdest person I've ever met.
UPDATE 2: If you're new on this site, ignore this post. Or anything tagged as "weird."
DON'T JUDGE ME.

You Asked For This

Previously, I wrote a post with an illustrated poem in it. At the end of it, I asked for your feedback on whether I should do another post like that. An overwhelming response (two versus zero) told me to do more. So here I go, shoving more bad poetry into all of your throats. Enjoy!

A Sock Story (warning:bad rhyming)

Once upon a long time ago

I once had a pair,

of socks that needed more stitches

than any other pair.

They did not seem to be much loved

among the other socks.

In fact, they were regarded as

the lowest of all socks.

But then one day they took a tumble

down upon the floor.

They were the first of the whole bunch

to touch the spotless floor.

They stood in awe, in shock, in fear

of what they had just had done.

I picked them up and gave a glare---

they thought their tale was done.

But then, I next, just put them back,

ensuring their new fame.

The other socks now gathered round

and made them feel their fame.

“What happ--” “What's there?” “And what surprise?”

so clamored all the rabble.

“We fell.”, “The floor.”, “Nothing special.”

replied them to the rabble.

 

And thus the noises met their end;

the crowd then cleared away.

The two socks back to what they were;

their moment gone away.

 I'll do the same thing as before- there will be a vote. If you "like" this post, it means you want more poetry. If you "dislike," then I won't do it. 

The reason why I'm doing this is because poetry that people actually like is kind of rare and I'm not sure if my current readers would like this. And I'm insecure.  Also, these posts take a REALLY long time to make. So I might not have the time to make one until my next vacation, despite the votes. Here goes!

I Wrote A Poem About A Turtle And I Want You To Read It

I am basically Aristotle and Shakespeare put together. And Picasso. Wondering what on Earth I am talking about? Well that just adds to the mysterious effect. I present to you, voila!

The Story Of the Turtle:

Once there lived a turtle

whose life was very hard

he worked to collect garbage

to bring to the junkyard.

 

He wanted an adventure

he wanted a new life

and one day quit his job

(his boss was his ex-wife).

 

"Excuse me?" said the woman

"After all I've given?

I let you keep this job

I helped you make a livin'."

"And after all those years?

I've given you so much!

I tried to help you out,

you hard ungrateful wretch!"

 

The man just stood there still,

he never said a word,

as he stroked his beard,

listening to her.

 

The boss she raved and fumed.

He felt no pain or shame!

No shred of small regret,

for what he just explained.

 

She raved and fumed and screamed

her anger now unfolded

she yelled and stamped her feet

and then---she then exploded.

 

Her bits flew in the air,

to travel many places.

All around the state,

hitting people's faces.

 

The turtle was a hero,

for punishing the shrew.

The mayor of the city

made him a statue.

 

The people flocked together,

to catch a little glimpse,

of the mentioned turtle,

once a pauper now a prince.

 If you would like to see more poems like this, click on the like button. If not, click on the dislike button. If you are too lazy to click the mouse, then I cannot help you.

Be Scared.

Guess what? It's still January, it's still snowing, and I have midterms to study for. So, rather than make something new, I decided to put up some old things which I drew randomly some times ago.

This one was titled "Floundering Fish." It was something for school, maybe about the harsh conditions of a fisherman's life? Or was it a fish's life?

I don't even own a cat. Nor do any of my friends.

This is something I wanted to put here, but didn't know where to put it.

This is what you look like when you go to hell, I guess. Except you'd probably look a lot sadder.

This one was titled "Benjamin's Big Head"

 Titled "The Pilgrim"
I guess I forgot to add on his hands too?

 

Here's a joke:
Why did the car cross the road?
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Because a blond was in it.

I made up that joke.(that was an apology)

Thanks for reading! (And if you'd be considerate enough to drop a comment by the way... to show me that you exist, you know)