I thought you'd be another one
Just another person who passed by
Dropped by to say hello
But no sir,
You are so much more

I found myself for the first time
Asking,
Begging for more
So why don't you come over with me
So I wont be so alone.

Do you trust me enough to tell me your fears?
Do you love me enough to make sure we'll never fall?
Do you see all the beauty in you?
The beauty of a man?
You're perfect to me darling.
Why dont you understand?

Will you be my Prince Charming?
My Aladin?
My Erick?
Or maybe my Peter Pan?
Or maybe we can start a new fairytale,
One about an everyday woman and man.

Staring you and me
In our troubled teens
With much to worry

Will these ever happen?
What are the chances it can come true?

Maybe i question myself to much.
Do you ever find yourself doing that to?

The snowman to the scarecrow, “Hahahaha you’re just a stick figure…. and your hair’s straw.”
The scarecrow to the snowman, “Watch who you talk about whenever you open your mouth, for all the coldness in your words will still melt to the ground along with you as soon as the sun comes out.”
Owned!
“You’re such a chump…” the snowman said… “…two words for your ancestry, tree stump.” the snowman said
“You’re fat… you have a carrot for a nose, and what’s up with that stupid green and red coloured hat?” said the scarecrow
Well played
“I work all year round… you’re here for a season, did you really think you could hold your ground against someone that is here for a reason?” the scarecrow added
The snowman cringed, but then had a comeback
“At least I don’t wear the same filthy clothes every day of the year… what? Are you trying to bring ‘brown’ back?”
Point for Snowman
“It’s better than being fat and going naked.” Scarecrow brought it back

Scarecrow is consistently winning right? I know… I know man!
If he made you a fan, stick around for an autograph… I will throw in mine too
For more on the war of words between these two
Watch this space for round two.

i don't think i'll play
with pleasant words
tonight -- i'd rather
upset you with my
honesty than delight
you with laughably
phony repartee.

excuse the graphic aspect
but i'm not in the business
of acknowledging faux pas.

a reflection on state of mind;
i'd say solid, though somewhat
soft and liquid as well, like
a plate of spaghetti for brains,
i can't figure out which strand
of grey matter is meant for me
and which is supposed to be
slurped up by lady and *****
nor whether it is my pituitary
or my hypothalamus which is
destined to be taken home
in a doggy bag for seconds.

i really am lost.

You were a blessing
A glance at a happy ending
But as quickly as you came and
Blessed me
you left and
Destroyed me.

desperately
attempt an escape
from cliché
and doing so
live another

midnight musings
jotted down in
cluttered notebooks

they never seem as grand
as they did
with heavy eyelids

I should tear my muscles apart each night
stretch them all the way to your house,
so part of me can linger there
and dance around your dreams.

It's a selfish thought.