Hardly know.


Nothing beats the fright of love
at first sight.
It is a painful dance, leaving it to chance.
Heart beating to a ten –
Here we go again.
A kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder.
You hardly know her.

A Nightly Trip.


Somewhere near a town called Somnia,
Not far from the land of nod,
A girl finds herself counting sheep,
Sitting all on her tod.

“How the hell did I get here?”
She wonders to herself.
“All I want to do is sleep
And not be left on consciousness’ shelf.”

More time passes and she grows impatient,
The sheep begin to lack.
Her prayers are yet to be answered,
But still she uses the same tack.

“For crying out loud!”, She moans once more,
“Just let me fucking sleep!”
But who on earth is she yelling to,
But the lowly, countable sheep?

It is a town I have visited often, in the night,
A little too often, I would say.
But once you find yourself Insomnia,
You are prone to return, or simply stay.

Dumpty.


Here I lie with broken shell around me,
While horses and men in uniforms surround me.
Humpty’s the name, you may have ascertained.
Rather clumsy I can be, and thus appropriately named.

Here I sat upon a wall, the other day,
When all of a sudden, upon the ground I lay.
How did I get here? I wonder aloud.
I thought, to deserve a fall, one has to be proud.

Once these guys are finished with me,
Back upon this damned wall I will be.
Nothing will prevent me from facing it, calmly
Despite the raised potential for it to harm me.

The higher one climbs, the further the fall,
But why should that stop me from trying at all?
It will not defeat me, this fear of mine,
For shell I may be, but steel I define.