PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I'm allowed to question

I'm allowed to doubt

I suppose I've got permission

To live and learn

And maybe laugh once or twice

Inspiration slumbers

And awakens occasionally

And, in an unorthodox manner

Somebody will trespass

And either show their false intention

Or surely be welcomed in

I can play with fire

And I can watch the lightning strike

I can reach from far away

And wonder what it'd be like

To get just a little bit closer

I can break a bone or two

And scream in pain or grind my teeth

I can take a fall and find humor in the bruise

Or complain about something that never really mattered

I can appreciate while I cannot compare

I can create while I cannot accept

I'm nothing close to a loose cannon

More like a shoddy water-gun

I've been repaired and busted more then my fair share

And by now, I've learned how to act like I don't care

I really don't, atleast half the time

And though I no longer believe in true love

I can admire those who do

And envy them if they choose to adopt the concept

I can scribble on paper and throw it into the air

And I hope to make someone unsuspecting perfectly well aware

Of his or her fellow human translation

And how badly they need to interact

I can break my glasses and then fix them myself

I can tolerate some blood loss

And manage to laugh at the laceration's awkward shape

I can create a 2-D nobody

And they'll be important to me

I'll give them a beautiful history

And lead them to a defeat or a victory

I can make another world inside my head

The people will laugh, cry, fade away and give birth

There will be mighty battles and love at first sight

Amazing super-human feats along with normal every-day cliche

And nobody else'll ever see it like I will

I could try to explain everything

But it'd waste my time as well as yours

I enjoy living in a dream world

Where everything seems to be significant

And I hope that when I die

That this world that I've created can be my heaven

I can dream.