Biography of Stephen Gradwell
Student who frequently writes philosophical or human nature based poetry for recreational purposes.
Also directs films when he can.
Stephen Gradwell Poems
Finest Place In The Sky
Welcome my friends, welcome and hi, You've finally discovered it, Finest place in the sky.
Anthem For Single People
Are you feeling lonely, Down with the blues? What have they done with the best part of you? Is everybody with someone but you?
A Lone Magpie
And I pressed my head against the window so I felt like a prisoner, And stared willingly out at the drenched paradise that was peoples prides. But one smelt of neglect and abuse and that was the one I identified with, Wondering how on a day where I needed it most, nature wanted nothing to do with me.
Can somebody show me where it hurts? Maybe even make it all better? Its the time of the year that it hurts most, And everyone's doing better.
Oh beautiful white light, Let me hold you till I break, Willingly drag me through the cruel, I wish I never met you till it was too late.
Tried not killing you, Didn't mean to hurt you, Trying to save a life, Never goes as planned,
Why Im Quiet
There was never anything special between us, We were always going to expire, Our hearts can beat in sync all we like, If were lucky it won't end till the funeral pyre.
Lying on my back surprised by a speeding car, Rough hoods marking my door with a symbol of power, Carrying a gun to care for my family, Always snatched back from forceful extacy.
Like A Happy Ending...
This isn't all there is, There is so much more to see, And the only things that you know, Are only here for show.
Sickly sweet people, Dirty and grey faced, Ill and dead by eighty, If the liver don't give way.
Requiem To The News
Hang myself out on the washing line, Shake myself down till I feel fine, All those people who don't exist, They can't hurt me,
Anything you put your mind to, you will succeed, Its the average mothers creed, Settle all your greivences with metal, same type as your shell,
One Lap Race
And so, Your at the end of your tether, You need quite a deal more rope, Entangled yourself in a family's hope,
A spook lurks in my ear, It helps channel my fear into something else, Makes me want to do something, It's energy I shouldn't be proud of.
Can somebody show me where it hurts?
Maybe even make it all better?
Its the time of the year that it hurts most,
And everyone's doing better.
And im just stuck,
With a note book and a pen,
A grand plan with set backs,
Some weird disorder I never though I had,