she could touch cool pale worlds
that were meant to be insane
when alice grew up and looked around
she must have thought they were sane
if i were alice, i would be back in the mirror
Category: Poems and Writing 1997
Getting Out of Bed – Written Tuesday 25th February 1997 (Aged 22)
i cannot remember the night before
i cannot remember much any more
it is either five in the afternoon,
or the bus is late
yet someone says it is coming soon
You Make Me Laugh – Written Tuesday 25th February 1997
eating mother prepared packed lunches
growing up and dividing out
girls dispensing of their bunches
like television detectives
we still have hunches
So Here We Are – Written Monday 24th February 1997
so here we are
it is almost like a dawn
a new chance
it is almost like nothing else matters
Just a Chance of Light – Written Monday 24th February 1997
just a chance of light
to see us through
just a chance of something bright
to take care of us
Beware of the Image – Written February 1997
you never really know
beware of the image
the real person may find it hard to show
I Sat, I Watched and I Learnt – Written February 1997
got left out
but i sat and i watched
and although i yearned
i watched and i learnt
Children, Just a Marketing Tool – Written February 1997
if they could
they would sell drugs to children
in brightly painted packaging
to appeal to their inquisitive minds
There is Something – Written Monday 24th February 1997
all the time they are there
i tell you that all the time
everyone talks about ouija boards
it is just a segment of your mind
Endless Questions – Written Monday 24th February 1997
is this a false floor
that we are all falling endlessly through
if i am not me –
who are you?
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 