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 Aug 2013 Skyy Blu
JAK AL TARBS
Oh my goodness gracious me oh!**

Oh, can't you see it
That new, New boyfriend
Oh no, DID you hear that
Their fairytale had ended

People talk and talk and talk
They say things they don't know about
I try to hide all the lies
But they bring it up
Every single time

Hey boy, are you blind
Can you not realise
This treasure you've found

Hey boy, could you wait for me
After school, coz I need to talk
To you
To you

Mouth to ear
It's all over here
.I'm shocked bamboozled
Never know you'd do it

Listen to all the storylines
They differ from each person

Did you hear the news
They went outta town

They had to get outta here
Away from all this
Articles and stones
MAY break my bones
But you will never
Hurry me with your lies

It's time to bury the skeletons
Of my old past
Lock the door
Throw the key away
I don't want you near me

Yeah, all this happens coz
People talk and talk and talk...
Firstly this poem is dedicated to all the gospels and pumped and snitches of the world, as I carry on I speak of hope these hipsters start to turn innocent truths into hurtful rumours and then I speak of how a girl would want to impress this boy she's been liking for a long time, but the rumours begin to ruin the relationship.just to clear their heads they leave for a while to get a rest and think things through.when they come to a decision they decide to end up just as friends realising that a relationship would just complicate things, and I the end, her crush, longterm crush, just got friend zoned...epic sadness
 Aug 2013 Skyy Blu
Tim Knight
In an arcade
a couple choose an engagement ring,
through a window they peer and grin
for this is the beginning of something new.

He, the larger of the two-
tshirt clad and cool-
stares with nose against the pane.

She, the rounder of the pair-
dressed for work but doesn’t care-
looks to her lover and smiles.

In an arcade
a couple chose their engagement ring,
through the door they came out
for that was the first domino to fall.

I carry on with this coffee
and think to the day when
I’ll be in an arcade choosing a ring.
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 Aug 2013 Skyy Blu
Tim Knight
Cheer me up with a knitted cancer hat
and a joke about tomorrow's goal
being that of getting to the end,
safe and unharmed past the chemotherapy combat.

Clear me up with plastic pills that
sit on the tongue and slit the throat
and the surrounding gum,
all to get better and to get back on the feet.

Cheat me with wise words that you
pawned off of pages and curdled
website phrases that offer
nothing more than a little comfort for yourself.

*Take me to where tracks lead to tracks that lead to douglas fir lined, dirtier farmyard tracks and let me breathe in that sap, that golden wood-coated scent that'll wrap itself around my nostrils and hat.
written by Cambridge based poet, Tim Knight of CoffeeShopPoems.com

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