Nathan Strange

Rookie (14.1.83 / Luton / Dunstable)

Nathan Strange Poems

1. He Shagged Fatty Patty 11/20/2006
2. It Doesn’t Really Matter 11/20/2006
3. Nostalgia 11/23/2006
4. Remember Your Broken Dreams? 11/25/2006
5. My Heart's Always Changing 11/25/2006
6. That Little Girls Eyes 11/26/2006
7. Thoughts (Random Ones) 1/2/2007
8. New Years Resolution 1/2/2007
9. The Barroom Philosopher 1/6/2007
10. One 1/6/2007
11. News Flash 1/6/2007
12. Summer Time 1/10/2007
13. One Moment 1/12/2007
14. Suffering From The Loss Of A Hat 1/12/2007
15. Writers Block 1/28/2007
16. Letting Go 1/28/2007
17. Different 1/28/2007
18. To The Paranoid Boyfriend 11/23/2006
19. The Flickering Stars Shall Lead The Way... 12/9/2006
20. I'M Young, What Do I Know? 2/12/2007
21. Bravado Vs Wisdom 2/20/2007
22. The Devil At Large 2/20/2007
23. Spring Time 2/20/2007
24. The Spirit Of Youth 11/20/2006
25. Silver Spoon 11/20/2006
26. Brain Frozen 11/23/2006
27. The Pain Inside 11/23/2006
28. The Melodious Cry Of The Human Soul 11/26/2006
29. As The Night Wore On… 12/11/2006
30. Pride 12/18/2006
31. We Can Be Together 1/30/2007
32. The Poor Girl Named Fanny 11/23/2006
33. Alone In The World 11/25/2006
34. Dreams Of Passion 11/23/2006
35. The Quick And The Dead 2/20/2007
36. Lost Soul 11/23/2006
37. Waiting And Waiting 11/23/2006
38. Misfit 11/23/2006
39. Some Kind Of Soul 11/20/2006
40. I’m Not That Little Boy Anymore 12/18/2006
Best Poem of Nathan Strange

Money Money Money

But which came first?
Money or man?
Yes man!
And now money rules man, doesn’t that tell you something?
Money isn’t natural.
Money is worthless in the eyes of nature yet money rules the world.
Money is the God that man worships.
Money is metal, paper and numbers.
Money is what we spend all our lives working for.
Money is what we spend all our lives spending.
Money is what keeps us going.
Money is what keeps us down.
Money is power and greed.
Capitalism is the new religion and
God has been sold out for the pound.

Money is what makes ...

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Nostalgia

Some things you never forget.
They are tatooed on the inside of your head,
until your last breath.

I can never get over my teen years
and the way I felt at that time.
My head was clogged with so much stuff,
I'm surpised i didn't spontaneously combust.

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