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 Feb 2013 Anamarie
Autumn Shayse
There was once a girl,
And she was loved by all,
and she was beautiful,
and she was young. 

There was once a girl, 
And she was innocent, pure, 
and she was honest, 
and she laid bare all. 

There was once a girl, 
And she was beautiful,
and she was unaware, 
and she was filled,
plagued with insecurity. 

There was once a girl,
And she was pensive,
and she was overlooked,
and she was numb, 
she was broken,
yet she was still young. 

There was once a girl,
who lived a life of battle,
who drank for the pain,
who swallowed for the suffering,
who jumped for the isolation,
So that she wasn't a girl anymore.
 Dec 2012 Anamarie
Oli Nejad
So it’s about half ten
And my then friend, Ben
Is walking with me to the shops.
We chat **** about lit
As we’re acquainted through college.
So together we’re relatively
Secure in the knowledge
That at least we can agree
On poetry.

As I flip my wrist
To look at my watch
I turn back to notice
That Ben has stopped.
He’s gazing amazed at
An open front door
That’s bustling with boozers
And music that soars.

“Let’s crash it!” Ben demands
Like the house party fascist that he is,
But I have to admit
That my state was somewhat ufit
To be called ‘responsibly sober.’
So with a heavy eyed grin
I say “OK, let’s go in”
And together we both wander over.

As we move through the ranks
Of the bodies that flank us,
Past the guy with a guitar,
That we could hear from afar,
And the girl who sits just there by the wall,
Twirls her hair whilst absently staring
Into a beer,

We stumble upon the kitchen.

Here the music is nearer
And after an hour passes,
Along with some clear glasses
Of spirits and wine,
We think we’re fine
But then, it suddenly hits me.

We’re crashers, I remember
And as if our agenda was destined to fail,
We would now have to bail,
As just when we make a mission
Out of appearing exempt from suspicion
As if by intuition, some bloke asks casually:

“So how do you guys know Dave then?”

Ben decides to aid by looking artfully away
Whilst scratching his *****,
So it seems to me
That the responsibility falls…
“Dave!” I say, looking absently away,
“We go way back make man,
Holidays in Cornwall and that,
Y’know, caravans?”

The bloke goes away,
Presumably in search
Of the mysterious Dave,
And so I turn to Ben and say “Go mate!
We’ve been made!”
We bolt for the door past the prep lads,
The muso and a chap on the floor,
Ben’s grabbing bottles and **** as he goes,
When I hear a voice ask aloud
“Hey Dave do you know those two?”

Hiding our faces we pick up the pace,
Pushing our way to a tidy escape.
We burst out the door and onto the street,
Finding it hard to stay firm on our feet.
Despite getting myself caught on the garden gate,
It has to be said,

Best party to date.
 Dec 2012 Anamarie
Andy Cave
Forever and always I'll be there for you
like you'll always be there for me.
I'll guide you through the sad and lonely nights of your past
like you'll guide me through my fear of what lies ahead.
I'll be the ship to lead you across the ocean of tears you have shed
and you'll be the plane to lead me through my infinite clouds of thought.
I'll be the blanket to keep you warm at night
and you'll be the one who will forever hold me tight.
Oh forever and always I'll be there for you
like you'll always be there for me.
 Dec 2012 Anamarie
Andy Cave
I wish I could return
to the time back when
we could talk for hours
and were the greatest of friends.
But I ******* things up
we drifted apart
now only memories remain
in this broken heart.
been a bit
frozen
speechless
paralysed
couldn't see myself
in my own eyes
where did i go
Your kiss
Heals all wounds
It swallows my tears
And captures my attention

In your arms
I'm desperate
To have you as close I can
Because each moment wrapped in you I feel safe

A touch
Your touch
Like sweet hummingbirds
In slow motion and with each flutter
Of their wings your amazed
Breathless from its pure beauty
Shocked by how much joy can
Come from something like this

Wrapped
And surrounded
By the love and attention
You give and that I should be grateful for
The love
The sweetness of your hugs
And kisses and even your touch
That I am grateful for
It all takes me
and in there
In that pit of perfection
I find my love for you.
Don't think the end makes sense
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