Ms. Widman High School Creative Writing
My heart is like a comic book store.
A big selection of well known and the unknown superheroes,
too much to search for, but too much to handle.
You got action figures, novels, pop culture, posters, and every issue of comic books,
but not much knowledge to go around.
Never spent a penny on one,
never spent a second reading one,
never spent a muscle grabbing one.
It’s like I faked my love for comic books,
but what if I tell you that I have a unique way of appreciating comic books.
I watched superhero movies as a kid,
these films were once only seen in a book that you have to flip
pages to get to the full picture.
I appreciate how comic books extend the universe of an already existing blockbuster film.
I love the unique art styles that an artist uses to interpret the superhero genre.
No matter how much I don’t have knowledge on comics,
I still got my eye on them.
Joy of Laugh walking the room, vortex of craziness.
Wonder: a flower feel like compassion ocean at, up, toward.
Does it taste great? Does mysterious feel cool towards love?
A friend telling you of how to make them love and the problems they have.
I try to be supportive as best as I can with love problems.
I try not to be, feel shit toward love.