PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Sometimes you imagine leaving your feet,

to fly out the window or land on concrete,

anything to prove that i am something,

not a legend, but also not nothing,

can we all escape from our pain?

or are we all prisoners of our brain?

we make up names, stories, or nights,

when really it's spent writing something right,

for you to play at a random open bar,

in the city every second tuesday i'm a star,

strumming my guitar, it's not insane,

i have something for the pain,

not to get away from, to deal with,

so i don't wake up asking what is this.

a remembered kiss, a dance on a stage,

time will soon fade it all to just a name.