so what are you going to do now?
so what does it all mean
it seems like we are all so busy
rehearsing the adult scene
so what goes on now
it is a precious hand that takes yours
Tag: creative writing
Time To Get It Together – Written Wednesday 26th February 1997 (Aged 22)
it is time to get it together
some people say we will all be finished soon
but if you look
they are outlined like a cartoon
On My Way Home – Written Tuesday 25th February 1997 (Aged 22)
i will see you again
when things are different
and i feel sane
i have got to be getting back
goodnight, i am going home
Bed of Nails – Written February 1997 (Aged 22)
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
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
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
