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Category: Poems September 1997
It’s Not Yesterday – Written Thursday 18th September 1997 (Aged 22)
It’s Not Yesterday i’ve got to get a hideaway i should have written you a letter but not today, they … More
There Goes My Friend – Written Tuesday 23rd September 1997 (Aged 22)
there goes my thought
the one i tried to send
there goes my sympathy
the sympathy i tried to lend
Trying To Get My Words Down – Written Tuesday 23rd September 1997 (Aged 22)
i am locked into poetic imagery
it’s a synthetic symphony –
where i ache for some sympathy
Now Or Never – Written September 1997 (Aged 22)
it is now or never
time spent together
Sat With Paper And Pen – Written September 1997 (Aged 22)
i’ve got no sense of direction
but i construct my living
from half seen perfection
Writing Me A Hymn – Written Monday 29th September 1997 (Aged 22)
they’re writing me a hymn
it says that they know where i have been
Different Places – Written Sunday 28th September 1997 (Aged 22)
across your eyes a life is reflected
the gentlest touch –
of a cold morning in steel grey
Fighting Tooth And Nail – Written Sunday 28th September 1997 (Aged 22)
when it matters to me
i tell you, it feels real
it feels like nothing else
Leaning On My Beliefs – Written Saturday 27th September 1997 (Aged 22)
you’ve got a crutch to lean on
you’ve got a free illusion –
that cuts through the confusion