Where I Live

My home town

                                                      

I live in a world where nothing can hurt me

 

I live in a place where all is possible

 

 A world where the sun shines around the clock

 

Where I'm the hero who saves the day,

 

A place I see myself in a better light,

 

Where I get the girl and ride into the sunset,

 

And know all the answers, where I never hesitate

 

A place where I never make mistakes,

 

And always know just what to say

 

There, I'm more interesting than The Most

 

Interesting Man in the World

 

If you come to visit me, hang a left just past Reality Street,

 

Then veer right until you see, "Welcome to Dream Land'

 

Mine is the house with 2.5 kids playing in the yard!

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Rana]

I so agree with alf. Felt this to be one of your best poems, gonna shelf it in my library. A lovely and most unique piece.

[Michael Stevens]

Thank you much; wow!

[alf]

Hi Michael. I hear your pain!!! I surely hope whatever you are going through is just a passing phase. I think each an every one of us feels like that at some point, but I feel sorrow beneath the top layers of your words. Perhaps regret, perhaps something darker that you cannot show the world, but you write it so very well!!!! this was a disturbing read from the outset, and my heartstrings were yanked harder than most times I read!!! Loved it, loved the dark undertones. please write again!!! alf

[Michael Stevens]

Thanks much Alf; I don't want you to think I walk around in a blue fog, only every once in a while! I tried to write a poem that reflected the way I feel at those times.

[alf]

I get you. do the same thing myself. I'll be back to read more!!!

[Michael Stevens]

Thanks Alf, and I hope you enjoy!

[@juliza]

Haha great poem. Especially loving the 2.5 kids! Nice work

[Michael Stevens]

Thank you MUCH!

[marcus]

Well, we all live in our own realities, the question is just to what extent

[Marie]

Sounds ideal. Too bad it's just a dream.


Although I would like to see that half kid playing in the yard...

[Michael Stevens]

Yeah, that would be quite a trick, alright; thanks as always Marie!

[Karen Arizona]

thanks for sharing your poem. I word traveled to dreamland and back reading your words. Not a bad thought. If only it were so. I will think of the movie, 'Pleasantville,' and read your poem again.

[Michael Stevens]

Thank you much!