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 Dec 2012 CassieRose
Anon C
I am searching albeit not proactively
Come what may, going through the motions
To expect too much sets you up to fail
So I stopped expecting much, leaning more on logic
Feeling more as if I exist on another plane
Unable to see all at once, I choose to block it out
And dance upon my own grave, masking the pain
I will hide behind smiles and blushing brown eyes
Hoping that what I subconsciously search for
Will sweep me off my feet, out of my surreal dreams
Catch me unaware, for I am feeling mournfully aware
That the moments I dream, are long out of sight
The time that you'll tell me goodbye
and ask me gently please don't cry,
I'll bring a smile and give a real try
and tell you- look, I'm not crying,

I'll be lying
I'll be lying
I'll be lying

If tomorrow
on another arms
you feel the same love
feel the same warmth

and if   I ask you this
do you remember me!
you simply say- no
you forgot the time,

You'll be lying
You'll be lying
You'll be lying

And if the morning says
Forget the dawn,
enjoy the sun and
die on the throne
and if I also say
I forgot the way ,
the way I never walked
without crying,

I'll be lying
I'll be lying
I'll be lying.....
 Dec 2012 CassieRose
DM Pierce
This small boat of mine is battered and chipped.*

And
I don't know,
Who I am, where I've been,
Why glacier shackles crown my wrists,
How I survived this gunshot wound shaped like sin,
Or what it means to not disappoint my father,
And be a ****** Man.
 Dec 2012 CassieRose
Tim Knight
Time called,
it wants its watch back.
So too did love,
it wants its fake relationship back.
Literature left a message for you,
the book you stole should be returned.
Oh! You’ve just missed music,
it said that album you murdered is pressing charges.
Time called again,
just to make sure you got the message.
Check the machine,
there’s one from Platform Eight.
Bonfire night 2011 just hung-up,
it wants you to know never to return.
An email just came through,
from that film we knew every line too.
What was that,
you use people?
Oh! Politeness dropped by,
he said he’d like to slam every door he ever opened for you
back into your face.
Wait a second,
I’ll put him through-
it’s time, he wants to speak to you-
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 Dec 2012 CassieRose
Tim Knight
Depends what your idea of colour is
or if your forever will ever exist.
Too many ink lines on one too many lists,
another reason for you to invest in one kiss.
Visit them, pay them,
lay next to them in Milan:
as there you can let every crease
unravel and unfurl,
let the block roll on,
like every Italian street.

Here, a fake friend has helped you
write a novel,
she helped you out of that darker hovel-
where you once sat and laid,
cut yourself off from
apartment rent and all the prices paid.
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Roses are red
Your cheeks
Violets are blue
Your eyes
Open them
Let the sunlight graze you
Index, Middle, Ring
Brushing your cheeks
Seems less like you're sleeping
You're working
Every move you make
Subconsciously
Making me
Fall for you
 Dec 2012 CassieRose
Ian Beckett
As we wake on a winter white morning,
You are all blonde hair on a blue pillow,
Your smile is the sunshine in my day.

Our two hearts beat as one, now we
Are curling together, closer than skin,
As we wake on a winter white morning.

Too early to rise, too late for dreaming,
But just perfect for morning sleepy love,
Your smile is the sunshine in my day.

Our bodies touch and time slows down,
Perfect passion banishes a world outside,
As we wake on a winter white morning.

That flying feeling as we both let go,
The world is far below our flying high,
Your smile is the sunshine in my day.

Together no one can do us any harm, when
Night becomes day and we become one,
As we wake on a winter white morning,
Your smile is the sunshine in my day.
 Dec 2012 CassieRose
Tim Knight
London subway
metro train station connection,
busy off-peak City rush,
escalator packed, another northern crush.
Ticket barrier blockade,
pass through tomorrow not today.
Police at the exits,
a black sea of law abiding abyss,
protectors of the peace.
Another announcement over the crowd,
“Platform 2 is closed for the storm cloud to be cleared”.

Body parts have spread
over carriage doors,
torn from their sockets,
slipping pictures from necklace lockets.
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