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‘To
write is to escape, to write is to be true, to write is to
unleash,
To
write is to pour out the overflowing liquid within,
To
write is to be me.
To
write just is.’
Aimee
Pegram 22 years old Spends most of her time making out of the
ordinary crazy furniture for a living but every spare moment she
has she writes. Poetry has always been a love of hers but The
passion to write herself became apparent at the age of 18 when
she fell upon the fact that she could sing. So she went out and
got her first acoustic guitar, learnt a few chords and began to
evolve into a songwriter.
4
eventful and inspiring years on She now gigs around the London /
south east area.
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‘Writing and performing is my ship.. my verge.. my exit..
And
to share it makes the journey a whole lot more pleasurable.’
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Innervoice
I am
the soul that left you behind,
I am
the poison that intoxicates your mind
I am
the needle that unpicks the seams
And
it is my face that won’t leave your dreams
You
know, I know that they know
Something’s very wrong in here
And
they know, you know that I know
That
this room is full of fear.
Although you haunt my dreams
As
much as I hate to see your face -
There's a hundred other reasons why I cant sleep
And
although im filled with fear
I
don’t quake in my boots for you –
So
why don’t you get the fuck out of here..
Mine
are the hands that caress your skin
And I
am the air that your lungs breathe in
It is
my light that you long for each day
But
it is my darkness that drives you this way
I am
the passion that burns in your eyes
I am
the weakness that draws out your lies
I am
the soul that left you behind,
I am
the poison that intoxicates your mind
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Addiction.
You,
open like water,
You,
swim away,
But
I, I drown in my
desolation.
You,
blow your sins away,
With
one click of those pretty fingers,
You
take a step towards the perfect day,
But
I, I drown in my
desolation,
Oh,
Oh how I crave for you,
Your
open eyes melt my mind,
I
would die for you
Oh,
Oh how I crave for you,
Your
open eyes cripple my spine,
I
would die for you
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We’re all in the race
I
enjoy falling to the bottom,
Every
time I do,
It’s
a bigger challenge of how quick I can get up,
How
long will it take this time?
Until
something as simple as the sound of the rain
urges me to tumble back down again.
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Drown
me Dry
I
could cut you into pieces
And
sweep you to the corner of this room
But
does dismantling you have any effect
On
the pain that will resume
I let
you push my buttons
And
now I feel abused
Your
choice to drown me dry
Left
you more confused.
And
as I tape up these boxes
And
bury them in the ground
I
Burn the patch that’s on my skin
That
used to have me bound.
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