2Author's note:: Since FP likes to be stupid and not let you put poems into any sort of stanzas at all...I improvised and used lines. Not quite the same visual effect, but, hey, I'm a stanza/ poem paragraph freak (poem paragraph because stanza is a 4 line group). Anywho, enjoy.
There's a place I go,
Every night,
And every day,
A safe place,
Where nothing makes sense,
But that's the way I like it there.
There are all sorts of different characters there,
Some I know by name,
Others are still faceless,
And some I see every day at school.
All are a tad bit weird,
But that's the way I like it there.
There are numbers there,
Like Pi and the cosign of 360 degrees,
And there are also words,
Floating free,
Some forming something more tangible,
But that's the way I like it there.
There are memories there,
Hidden safe in the back,
Where they can be put there to be forgotten,
Or easily accessed
For any sudden remembrance.
But that's the way I like it there.
There are plays at this place,
Floating near the surface,
For quick grabbing,
When in the middle of a game,
Just in case,
But that's the way I like it there.
There are feelings there,
Whether they be happy or sad,
Anger or impatience,
They mix in with the rest of the crowd,
Voicing their opinions,
But that's the way I like it there.
There is music there,
Of all sounds and styles,
From country to Spanish,
And ranging from dance,
To the slow, calming classics,
But that's the way I like it there.
There is safety there,
With the fact that I alone,
Can enjoy the music, characters,
Feelings, music, memories,
Words and numbers, and plays
That are in the solitude of my mind.
...But that's the way I like it there.