You & me in San Francisco grown men playing dress up plus nerds With you on my arms I am immediately separated from the heard The remaining 10% - the jocks only by chance furiously attending They gaze then pass at you curious glares As they aim at me their jealous thousand yards stares Stupefied and suspecting what we have in common to share As you turn heads when you glide gracefully across the exhilarating COMIC CON air; My fellow compatriots classify you as a beautiful figure that does not belong A goddess among men browsing the NEW 52 graphic novel stall As you broadcast your angelic smile while you enjoy this overflowing costumed hall But all eyes are on you – you are the bell of this superhero themed ball; My fellow geeks suffer in silence and in envious disbelief Eventually overcomes as they go through their own stages of denial and grief, Finally admitting this modern day miracle they begin to ponder If they are in a FINAL FANTASY slumber Day dreaming and sleep walking away into the yonder Then they soon realize and dare for themselves to wonder; If I - a geek just like them can accompany the company of a beautiful girl There exists NEW HOPE for them too - that things can take an unexpected turn From the ashes of common misconception and ridiculed rhetoric a DARK KNIGHT has risen Avenging a triumph for all nerds freaks and geeks across the world
After word – thanks for coming to comic con with me, you dressed as the sexiest of Valkyries, since I have always been a soldier and you always been an angel you are undoubtedly my Valkyrie – a soldier s angel.
The common misconception: just because we love comics does not mean we are all losers who live with their mothers in dark basements playing HALO 24/7- more like intellects that choose to go beyond the average and limited imagination.
To all the so called JOCKS who discriminate their fellow man - gentlemen strip clubs and big trucks are all good but sooner or later they tend to lose interest as they present the same thing over and over again offering nothing for the imagination the inner child and intellect in you to share.
Sometimes she gets on with life as a model, She's a funny kinda gal. She likes listening to music and playing chess. She likes to contemplate studying. But when she starts to daydream, Her mind turns straight to socialising.
Sometimes I look at her and I look into her eyes, I notice the way she thinks about me with only a smile, Curved lips she just can't disguise. But she thinks it's studying making her life worthwhile. Why is it so hard for her to decide which she loves more? Studying or... Socialising?She likes to use words like 'quirky' and 'lovely.' She likes to use words about people. But when she stops her talking, Her mind turns straight to depression.
Sometimes I look at her and I look into her eyes, I notice the way she thinks about me with only a smile, Curved lips she just can't disguise. But she thinks it's studying making her life worthwhile. Why is it so hard for her to decide which she loves more? Studying or me?She likes to hang out with Justine and Vitta. But when left alone, Her mind turns straight to her loneliness. She hates herself and the rude people who stomp on her like ants. But she just thinks back to socialising, And she's happy once again.