Doesn't deserve a titleShe's the one I used to turn toMore Like This
But now she doesn't want to know
Cos she's sick of all my moaning
And sick of all my woe
I didn't mean to piss her off
Now we hardly talk
I know she's busy, I understand
But I miss my best friend
I wish our friendship I could mend
I don't know what to say to her
Or if I'm just imagining it all
She used to always pick me up
Anytime I would fall
I thought I could be honest
About how I felt in life
But turns out all I caused
Was worry and more strife
I guess I'll just see how things go
At this moment I just don't know
If she still wants to be friends
Or if this is the end
BookmarkI've forgotten who I am,More Like This
Just like you have,
Did I ever matter to you?
I'm not sure now,
Maybe you used me,
Until you went away,
To make new friends.
I was nothing but,
A torn piece of paper,
That you used as a bookmark,
In the novel of your life,
Until you could find,
A real one.
love poemI love the way your eyes always shine,More Like This
I love the way you wont let go,
I love the way you tell me you're mine,
I love the way it's easy to show,
That most of all, I just love you.
It's true, I love every inch of you,
I'll love you when it's hard to sleep,
When my thoughts are shades of blue,
I'll love you even when the blue skies weep,
And our garden burns around us.
I dont know what I would ever do,
If I made you ever cry,
I never want to ever hurt you,
I dont want this to ever die,
And I dont want you to ever frown.
I'm so weak when I am with you,
One look and your eyes paralyze,
I'm no one else when I'm around you,
I dont need a masking false disguise,
Because I trust you most of all.
Red and pink and white lined tradition,
Symbolize the greatest emotion,
Valentine's day is but a transition,
Another good way to show my devotion,
To you and us and even the blue,
Anything as long as It is with you.
Today I Showed Up At Your Doorstep...More Like This
Today I showed up at your doorstep.
I could have done so many different things.
Simply rang or knocked, or throw something through the window on the door.
I could walk away like nothing happened,
Or serenade you through the wood of the door.
Today I showed up at your doorstep and I decided to ring the doorbell.
I could have said so many different things.
I could pour my heart and soul out to you through words of a poem.
I could yell at you and preach to you how badly you broke my heart.
Simply say I’m sorry,
Or I could fix my coat, push the hair out of my face, open my mouth, turn and walk away.
Today I showed up at your doorstep and I decided to ring the doorbell and say I’m sorry.
I could continue with so many things.
I could pour my heart and soul out to you.
Simply pause and wait for you to reply or ask why I am sorry.
I could scream at you, cry on my knees, and tell you all of the things you did wrong.
Or, I could walk away, not even wait for a reply, like noth
unconditional loveI remember when i used to cryMore Like This
you used to care and wonder why
now you act like its all routine
ask me why then stop listening
im unstable i need attention
don't hush me, give me affection
thats how i know you'll look my way
you can't just change one strange day
pretend like you care
but really your not there
not here to wipe away my tears
not here to chase away my fears
for a couple years your love has changed
I may be older but it should always be the same
unconditional is what you call it
unconditonal means no matter what
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