#comicbook
Traditionally, a cartoon strip,
as it's known, is drawn as a series
of angular directional boxes, called
frames, moving from left to right
across the page as illustrations.
That is a hero strip, meaning what is
referred to as Mystery Men, disguised
he-men & shapely, buxom women
in masks, etc.; do daring things. But,
this is a poem. I hope it's as exciting
as reading a cartoon strip featuring
colorful heroes doing wondrous things.
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 12:26 PM UTC
These days
Adam Worlock is my best friend
He knew I never was
what they call
a bad guy
He knows what it was like for gods and kings
When we go for love
we go hard
He could see
more than anyone in the universe
I knew and know
myself
Its not about being cocky
Its about doing and being me
I cant say that about my friend
He needs to examine his
self
examine his personal issues
Instead of pretending like they don’t exist
The day will come when they want to fight him.
Hes going to be kinda stuck
But that’s what best friends are for
These days
I'm out of that love game
no more future ex’s
no more making ex’s current
I'm reading and writing a few books
getting back to meditating
Might even plant a garden
©Christopher F. Brown 2016
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 1:16 PM UTC
Sugar and spice and everything nice,
Wolverine claws and a venomous bite,
Armed to the teeth for a ***** fight:
This is what teenage girls are made of.
Maybe I fall in love too easily,
But I’m just sixteen.
And I’m just sixteen but
When you cat call me and I pretend not to hear you,
You call me catty as if it’s surprising.
When you wolf whistle at me and I ignore you,
You call me names that aren’t PG.
I’m just sixteen but I’ve got news for you:
I’m a she-wolf, far from domesticated so
Whistling will do nothing for you.
I don’t answer the call of any man, because
I’m a lioness, and every time you catcall me
You forget who does the hunting.
You need reminding, to be put in your place.
You’re a predator but I’m not your prey-
No, you’re a predator but I’m much, much
Much higher up on the food chain.
Whistle and call all night long,
I’ll chew you up and spit you out
Like the kind of bubble gum that isn’t worth a trash can.
I’d call you a pig, but pigs usually have a
Higher IQ than you do.
My bones are made of titanium, of Adamantium, and
My rage came from the cosmos, and I control hurricanes with the water in my lungs.
I am catty,
And I am a *****
But you are a nobody,
Food for the vultures and
A piece of furniture to sharpen my claws on.
You may be a knife, but my heart is a diamond.
I am a diamond, and you are made of fossil fuels.
We are both the product of years of pressure,
But I took my disasters and made myself beautiful.
You let yourself become ugly, nowhere to go
Except standing on corners late at night,
Pollution spilling from your mouth and your eyes.
Leave me alone.
That’s not me being ‘hard-to-get,’ no,
That’s my wolf howl and the growl of my inner lioness.
Leave me alone,
Or else.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 11:46 PM UTC
graphic novels drawn,
comic books fly about,
hero come to life.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC
i wish i could go back
and savor you;
the sunshine on your face,
as if it were pages of a story,
and the feeling of warmth
like the sun on my back
as i read you like
the comic book you were,
i wish i could start over
so then i could feel
this all
again.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 2:21 AM UTC