Poems and Writing 1997 – The Boy Behind The Glasses.

February to March 1997 – Writing Pad Front Cover

meeting a close friend
who find love in a teenage magazine
it was half a photo story
and half a dream
they wonder if it will end

it does not seem like much
just like everything
just like every being
playing in the shade

i want a chance or luck
to make it now
a sunrise would explain how
a sunrise would signal something

if i am with you
i need to learn who you are
i am such a needy person
i need to much
i need your belief yhh

rundown, not surprising really
it has been a hard couple of weeks
if it was measured in volume
it would be loud and of course, volume speaks

pass the town centre
and wonder who is going to be found
and as you count the bricks
you can wonder
why don’t they pull the dump down

do not let go of me
i am afraid i cannot fly
and i struggle to swim
in the tears i cry
but i can dream
with the worlds above the sky

things change in a day
and suddenly looking at things
becomes a little easier
it changes everything or nothing

we do not need barbiturates
when we jump –
we do not need parachutes
we do not need a drink everyday

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