freedom is a funny thing
we fight,
for the right to choose
but never understand the responsibility –
that choice may bring
Category: Poems December 1999
Back on the Wheel – Written Monday 6th December 1999 (Aged 24)
a few glasses of alcohol
then it is back on the wheel
till it falls off its spindle again
sharp periods of pain,
although brief in their length
Far From You – Written Thursday 2nd December 1999 (Aged 24)
one door you say,
one door closing,
is another one opening
i feel so alone without you
with you i might be coping
Malibu and Coke – Written Friday 3rd December 1999 (Aged 24)
this life,
which we find ourselves in
i only got burnt,
because we shared a dream
Loose Change – Written Friday 3rd December 1999 (Aged 24)
another faceless face in the question
and this week,
well i feel barely alive
what am i to do
who believes in you?
Not the Friend I Should Have Been – Written December 1999 (Aged 24)
i watched you last night
problems bringing you down
it is just a bad phase
i was not a good friend
not as good as i should have been
Little Book of Secrets – Written December 1999 (Aged 24)
little book of secrets
thoughts from your head
little book of secrets
in a locker by your bed
Drown Out the Screams – Written December 1999 (Aged 24)
she cries into her evening meal
i cry for how i feel
i cry at the expense
i cry for the bill
Scraps of Felt – Written Monday 6th December 1999 (Aged 24)
what i thought i felt
had already started to melt
dreams not made of velvet
but scraps of felt
Another Dab on the Canvas – Written December 1999 (Aged 24)
i feel different now
older, younger, kind of mixed up
but i have really changed
i feel as if i have been gone for a long time
longer than these few weeks