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NaPoWriMo 2015 Day 15 – Engrossed

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Something a little different.

engrossed

NaPoWriMo 2015 Day 8 – (Alter)Ego

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You’re making me…
You wouldn’t like me when I’m…

..who am I kidding, liking is a given.
You’d like me when I’m angry
you’d like me when I’m hungry
you love me, really, in any way.
Not to be childish,
but I just woke up – what do you say?

Ignore that grey dude,
go for something fresh.
There’s a green, lean, lovin’
machine buried in here
and it’s about to burst out
into song – yeah, good at that too.

Never mind the gamma ray,
think more gabba gabba hey.
I got a whole lotta love
to share with you
and I’m not letting it drop
like a lead balloon.

I can feel it pumping
just for you – or you –
radiating from inside.
Come closer, there’s no danger.
Trust me: I’m a doctor.
Should I put it on a banner?

Nothing puny about this god
you can bow in adoration.
I’m a smash hit, babe,
a revelation – feel the funk.

Yeah, that’s right.
I’m the Incredible Hunk.

NaPoWriMo Day 9 – We/You

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We took ourselves and in our image
created something more.
We took our limits and our flaws
we took our hatred and our love
and created something different
but close enough to home.
We wanted you to fight our battles
we wanted you to be
the things that we could not.
We made you orphans, exiles, rejects
because that was what we were.
We gave you magic, gave you science
gave you everything between.
We gave you names of power
because our words had failed.
We didn’t know how much we needed you
and we know you were never real
— and we still do.

But sometimes
we see past your coloured clothing
we see past your troubled starts
we see past your endless reboots
we see past your every frame
of every page in which
we gave you life.
And sometimes
we look up and hope to see
ourselves in you.

NaPoWriMo Day 24 – Not Comics

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Not the covers, not the titles,
not the issues, not the hardcovers,
not the limited editions, not the trades,
not the retailer incentives, not the covers A and B,
not the crossovers, not the events,
not the retcons, not the reboots,
not the deaths, not the rebirths,
not the shock-factor, not the wow-factor,
not the cliffhangers, not the reveals,
not the frames, not the gutters,
not the pencils, not the inks,
not the colours, not the letters,
not the splash-pages, not the spreads,
not the digital, not the prints,
not the previews, not the reviews,
not the sketches, not the toys,
not the conventions, not the signings,
not the TV series, not the films.

Not art, not literature, not both.
Pas de BD, non i fumetti, no las historietas.
See, what we’re really looking for
is good stories.

NaPoWriMo Day 10 – Battle!

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Boom! kaboom! krakaboom! krakathoom! krraakle! crack!
snap! snip! slash! smash! splash! crash! bash!
flash! fling! twing! zwiiing! fiii! sfiond!
spoom! zoom! whoom! shoom! thoom! thwock!
shock! sok! shazam! pzazz! p-taff! pewpewpew!
pow! kapow! vap! bratatat! ratatatatatat…

PRIGISTISCATAFIAMM

SSSHHHHEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAGH!

The battle continues
in the next issue.

 

 

(With thanks to Written Sound.)

NaPoWriMo 3 – New Comic Book Day

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What will it be this time?
As you trundle down the streets
you hold tight onto the change
you fought so long to have:
dishes were washed,
rubbish carried out,
rooms tidied and cleaned,
you even looked after your sister.
Small prices to pay for the prize.

What will it be this time?
As you trundle down the streets
you mentally check the pile
it took so long to have:
hiding, under the bed,
number after number,
in a bag, in a box,
away from your sister.
A small but prized possession.

What will it be this time?
The King will send you
on journeys through galaxies
and titans, worlds of wonder.
The Man will send you
on truly believable adventures
in cities full of problems.
The Mage will send you
to the realm of dreams
and creatures and things.

What will it be this time?
Your mind swarms
with caped crusaders and men of steel
Amazonian princesses and walking dreams
mutants and spiders and lightning
robots and monsters and aliens
…almost giddy, you open the door.

What will it be this time?
Bell rings, smile on your face,
you walk by the wall of wonders,
and stop at the counter almost too tall
for your arms to reach.

‘Sorry kid, shipment’s late.
Try this time next week.’