It's Thursday, this is Dora Reads, let's get some superhero-y comics-y goodness!
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It's Thursday, this is Dora Reads, let's get some superhero-y comics-y goodness!
I originally wrote this poem and published it on Medium -
- because Iris B. Stehn over there was doing a writing prompt, so I wrote it for that.
I figured I'd share it here so that you could all see it too, 'cos I'm nice like that. 😊
Warning: this post discusses mental health problems and symptoms
Disclaimer time: I am not any kind of medical, mental health, scientific, etc., professional - I'm a chick with a blog and some personal experience, m'k? M'k.
Are you ever watching a TV show or a movie, or reading a book, and just...
...have to...
...pause...?
'He was hurt alright. That look wasn't a new color on him; Nandor seemed to be hurt quite a lot lately. Laszlo didn't want him to be alone.'
Vampire. Mockumentary.
Do I have your attention?
Good.
It's Thursday, I'm very tired, but we've got lots of comics-y superhero-y goodness, so let's get to it!
Micropoetry time!
*cue imaginary jingle of your choice*
These are a bit more *waves hands vaguely* context-dependent than my usual micropoetry, so a little background info:
The second one (let's start at the end, why not?) is kinda based in all the sh** going down in the world right now.
The first one is very specifically about Partygate.
I actually posted it on Twitter with hashtags calling for Boris Johnson to resign, so yes #political. You know I don't care whether you agree with me or not, and that's fine.
And I'm overly-pleased with myself for the 'Eton mess' bit, which probably makes zero sense to those of you who aren't British, but at least I amused myself!
So here we are, February's Micropoetry!
As always, for those using screen readers, the poetry is in the alt-text with / marks showing line breaks.
Warning: This post is... one of my weird ones.
Expect apocalypses, disasters, war, suffering, general doom, and a whole lot of random existential questions.
'You say the ocean's rising—like I give a sh**
You say the whole world's ending—honey, it already did
You're not gonna slow it, Heaven knows you tried
Got it? Good, now get inside'
- Bo Burnham, All Eyes On Me
Didn't the world already end?
Over and over and over again?
Didn't it end in 1914? In 1939? In 1945? In 1986? In 1793? In 476?
In so many other years that I don't know about because they haven't permeated the collective consciousness of the West?
(Props to anyone who got every one of those references, btw.)