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I will not become
the person who hurt me in
the past- a Monster.
Sit down at your desk,
take a deep breath. You’re about
to create me anew.  

What parts of me are
worth keeping, and what parts aren’t.
What are you thinking?

Are pretty girls just
petite blondes. The ones that laugh
at all of your jokes?

I want my kind of
beautiful to be your kind
of beautiful, love.
 Feb 2014 Lauren Pope
Tim Knight
World traveller.
Suit wearer.
Likes The Shawshank Redemption.

He's off to a singles party
somewhere in Doncaster,
it’s Christmas themed
and fancy dress
though it’s
planned for October the 23rd
during Christmas's only rest.

And I know that in Donny
you find love where you can,
and I know he spent hours
revising his master plan fancy dress idea,
but a raw turkey outfit, coloured
like **** semolina once bought
for a Jamie recipe that didn’t quite work,
won’t cut it on the dance floor.
FROM, coffeeshoppoems.com
 Dec 2013 Lauren Pope
Tim Knight
The evergreen edges of the newly cut
box hedge border look greener now
with its cleaner lines and stronger bark-spines;
the train's in an hour so pack up and go,
leave Christmas where it is,
leave Christmas at home.

Un-sent Christmas lists sit in the flue still,
they never got delivered and never got through,
houses stand with their lights on up the hill,
they blink and sparkle and blaze and gaze at the night
with competition, cheap goodwill.
from a very Christmassy, coffeeshoppoems.com
I look at the page of my book, but I can’t focus.
My vision blurs.

The room is spinning.
Dizziness overtakes me; I feel nauseous.

There’s a ringing in my ears, in my head.
Your words play on repeat.

I must be coming down with something.
Hand to forehead- just to check.

These are my syndromes- this illness,
What is my diagnosis?

Maybe if I just focus on the words,
Not the meaning.

Just tell me once again,
I promise I can take it.

I’ll always remember:

*I can’t,
I’m done.
Defriend me if I
say something offensive, and
refuse to retract.

If the only thing
that matters is my body-
grant this courtesy.

Defriend me if we
see each other only for ***.
I don't have the time.

Consider these thoughts,
Not just a number or name,
I'm worth more than this.

You really aren't here,
it's probably all a hoax
we're drifting away.
What more do I have to be, than me?
No other has ever been so cruel-
to look at me and not see.

I must be too nice for my own good.
You used me when it was easiest
doing anything I would-

I'd oblige to all selfish demands,
Never thinking words spoken were false.
Drawing a line in the sands.

I refuse to be your play toy,
Don't use me at your convenience
No one likes a little boy.
 Jun 2013 Lauren Pope
Tim Knight
Left bank beards
in Beat hotel rooms,
a boulangerie breakfast
down the street and to the left,
and for lunch fresh baked bread and brie.
Letters sent home to fathers and mothers
singing sweet serenades of Paris
dressed up in autumn shades,
cheques for the royalties that'll
get them to Belize to write and swoon,
chat up ladies in the early afternoon;
where hotel fees that are treble those in the 5th,
bookshop stalls that'll never be found
another closing-down-establishment myth.

They were climbing with oxygen
long before we came along,
base camp poems written under
floor lamplight right before
the eyes of others.
Jett powered prose and wine in the light
sleight-of-hand punctuation and uptight
editors looking for finer narration.
coffeeshoppoems > Facebook it and find wonderful things
 May 2013 Lauren Pope
K
Life with the Ponds

There was a girl

that I knew for years

When young, she was strong

And had little fears.

When older, she engaged

to a man with such glory.

But she waited so long

to tell me of Rory.

Then we started, with time,

to bring him along.

And in less than a minute,

her Rory was gone.

He vanished from time

and Amy forgot.

While, as my curse,

I sadly did not.

But then with a bang,

the boy did return,

when he was desperately needed,

when life wouldn't burn.

A brave soldier he was

with little to no fears.

He sat there with Amy

for 2,000 years.

Then we saved the world.

Reset, it would be,

but, in return,

it would lose me.

On my way back

through the turning of time,

I took notice

of this cursed life of mine.

Soon through the flashback,

which showed little glory,

I stopped in my path

to tell Amy a story.

It brought me back

into the world.

In time for a wedding

of a boy and a girl.

I had a calling

from the groom's bride.

"Oh Doctor, my doctor,

you cannot hide

You're not imagined,

you are so real.

Come back through the crack

so that it can heal."

And soon I did

as the wind blew

I arrived in a tux,

and brought something blue.

After awhile,

we set off again

Me, happy as ever,

with my two best friends.

And, after that,

It didn't take long

til we went to war,

til they had River Song.

Her life was confusing,

and converged into mine

I didn't realize

she was a lady of time.

When young, she was stolen.

Being trained, was she.

All of that work

just to **** me.

She almost succeeded

but it wasn't too late.

She gave me her lives.

She'd never regenerate.

Later, we'd marry,

when I was to die.

That's what earth needed

to move forward in time.

But yet I survived

in a robot of me

"Oh, clever Doctor,

how could this be?"

I know it confuses,

but one must not know.

It could fill up your brain

so much it might blow.

Now, on with the story,

it's soon to end.

I do not like it,

but it's hard to pretend.

We found Dinosaurs, cowboys,

we held the power of three,

but then came the angels.

They took them from me.

My sweet little pond,

and one of her boys.

I was so broken.

I lost all my poise.

Before all of this,

we ran, and we ran

But now there's no running

"Goodbye, Raggedy Man.
I wish you would
Look into my eyes
As you ******
Deep between my thighs

I wish you would kiss me
On the lips
The pair north
Of my hips

I wish you would hold me
Just for a moment or so
Before you get dressed
and say you gotta' go

I wish you cared
Or tried to love me
But I'm just your *******,
And all you do is **** me.
I'll just keep wishing my life away.
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