Someone Stole Us From The Rain
be here with me now
i am not pleading,
only believing
someone stole us from the rain
and as the water dried out
i felt i could live again –
with what was inside
my eyes were always open
my stare is always aware
i am not pleading,
only leaving
leaving on the next train
i have lost my lucky dice
and my only bit of fame
don’t drink my spirits
don’t take me down
lift my hope, lift my spirits
look around, look all around
we are surrounded by spirits
its a psychic sound
it’s the psychic sound
James Garratt – October 1997
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Someone Stole Us From The Rain – Written October 1997 (Aged 22)

“someone stole us from the rain”… so beautiful!
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It maybe should have been the title. This was a kind of unfinished piece. I haven’t done anything other than add the title. Thank you 🙂 x
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It would be a wonderful title. Delicate and strong at the same time.
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I might change it 🙂
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🙂
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I’ve changed it. To be honest, with this writing and at this time, it’s the odd lines that jump out. I’m very young in this writing and the writing itself is disorganised and not that well written. It still has a value and a purpose though.
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Yes, it definitely has value and a purpose. We cannot mute our past selves, even if we do not agree with their skill. I sometimes cringe at my older poems, but I think it reflects the progress we made – seeing then and now – both in writing skills and in life experience.
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Oh I cringe all the time. It’s taken a long time for me to be comfortable to share this stuff. But, I’m not embarrassed, it is what it is. I committed to typing up my work and as we’ve said before, it’s the over all value that matters
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I am glad you did decide to do it. I do thoroughly your work and have rarely read something more honest, pure, sometimes raw, sad, hopeful, angry and vulnerable. Unfiltered life… marvellous.
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Thank you 🙂 the aim from the beginning was to be authentic. If i offer any criticism of poetry it’s the often lack of authenticity. That’s fine, you don’t have to spill your emotions everywhere to write something good, but your writing should have an authentic voice and some of what I read could have been written by anyone. Even if it’s a technically good piece of writing. I also, always wanted a rawness in my writing and I didn’t it to be a hiding place. I get a hard time in my writing as well.
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You certainly achieved authenticity and you possess a strong poetic voice. I know what you mean. When I write, there is always a piece of me in it… does not matter if I respond to a prompt or try to pen down my own stuff. Without that, poetry feels hollow. I tries it back then… did not like it at all. It felt lifeless and abandoned. Better raw and painful than soulless.
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Exactly. 🙂 x
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Thank you for yet another very interesting conversation. I really do appreciate and value them. 🙂
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I value them too. Not just personally but I think they add a nice conversation under the poem for people to read
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To add, your work feels very authentic and I am sure it is very you 🙂
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Yes, it is me. And thank you. 🙂
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Just to add. My older writing – anything from the ‘90’s – it always gets more likes and responses. There’s clearly something in older, perhaps less self aware writing that has more appeal. My more recent writing, for whatever reasons, doesn’t attract the same interest. Possibly middle age reflections don’t have the same appeal as youthful madness 🙂 I don’t mind this though.
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Ha, that is an interesting observation. Perhaps, life has become more serious, more “reigned in”… we used to flow, now we tend to think and ponder. Same here. 🙂
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I think as well, and this is not meant as a criticism, people like writing that feels escapist rather than realist. A middle aged white man banging on about middle age and mental health is different the escapist notions and dreams you have when you’re young. I devoured books as a child to escape, so I get it. I also think creativity when you’re younger is almost like a mental state and it can be quite wild, perhaps people like that as well. But yes, people always respond to the older stuff.
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That is quite true. Life gets more serious… and perhaps, people disire feeling light again… even for just a little while.
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Of course. I often realise that I couldn’t write like I did at 22 and the reasons for that are many but you do lose a boldness as you get older. There is a lightness to being young for some of us. Also as you get older you tend to look outwards, certainly for me, ring young was very focused (endlessly) on me. I lived off my own creative fat
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That last line is a poem in itself! Wonderfully put and nothing to add. 🙂
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I am sure I have used it before :). But it may get used again. I’ve got some new pieces to write which are just storing in my head at the mo
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