Andrus Cassian
Andrus Cassian Poems
Another night
Another fight to survive
As the days go by
Everybody with blonde hair and blue eyes
...
Calling…calling who…
Rose…Rose…Rose…
Does the name belong to her, the one I still finger the touch of her lips upon mine
Does the lonely picture in my pocket portray her, the one I keep resting in my wallet
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Just sit down, let me talk
On second thought, stand up
This is going to sound much better
if we go outside and talk under the tree
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Shallow seas swam standing, running through ripples
exploring exponentially an endless trickle
call it normalcy, why can't it be real
Normalcy, isn't irony what's normal is only subjective, an objective
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Is it that time again
Is it time once again
for me to stand before this jury
and repeat the words I'm sorry
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...and it's you I see in my dreams
and it's you haunting me into a silent smile
I could shout and voice my misery, hide behind my vacant madness
but it could never shade the fact: I'm in love with you...
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Help! Help me!
I've committed a crime so stupid
Why didn't I listen to the signs
They held 'Forbidden' written in blood
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Again
knocking at my door again
knocking down my door again
impatient and swift
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What have I gotten myself into
What have I done
Why, and why
out of everyone on the planet
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I know a name but is a name enough to know the story behind it
Is it wrong that I crave to know the mystery
or is it wrong to say it how I phrased it
So let me retry...
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This can't happen, why didn't I react faster
Feet planted in the ground, a dandelion too afraid to move
or someone's wish will never come true
but if I'm only here to progress someone else's will
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Pathetic, the word I just can't seem to outrun
it beats me to alley-way exits, creating dead to ends, enclosed places
Defeated, it might as well be the twin
The effects, they refuse to cease yet love to seize me
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The last page in the final book of a series
is said to be a cliffhanger
the best part of an exciting adventure...
I feel I may be finished
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I need a little change of pace
take a flight to outer space
make an attempt to paint a face
upon a planet without moons
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Waiting for way too long
cast aside and forced to dwell here
SAVE ME
I've been crying out those words out in vain for so long
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Deception in perception
can you see it, the deception in perception
for what may be real to some
will never be visible to others
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I am a tad late
I guess I bound myself to a date
but I've had my fill of distractions
so here, I'll get straight to the point
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Hello world
Hello universe
Today I apologize
today I apologize to you
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Andrus Cassian Biography
Hey, names Andrus Cassian. I'm a poet, short and sweet. I've started writing poetry because of well a girl but she's not the reason for why I write. I write because poetry is my life, it tells my story from start to finish on how I feel, what I believe, everything. My whole center of poetry was the pain and confusion I felt for this girl I was madly in love with but well things change. In a nutshell, I'm just a small town kid living in the city who's been writing poetry for 7 years now. I just want people to know who I am and decide for themselves if I'm worthy to be in the Writer Hall of Fame like my heroes are. Hopefully I can know while I'm alive but until then guess the public has some reading to do.)
The Best Poem Of Andrus Cassian
Escape The Holocaust
Another night
Another fight to survive
As the days go by
Everybody with blonde hair and blue eyes
And if the religion fits
They'll burn to a crisp
This is a fight
A fight to stay alive
Some have tried to escape this
This Holocaust as some have called it
But they were stopped
Dragged, pulled back in
Forced to endure harsh labor camps
Forced to flee their homes
To find a secret place to
Live peacefully without a fear of
Their lives taken away without dignity
Andrus Cassian Comments
Wonderfully exciting poetry. You have the spirit of the bird.
I love you my darling you are the best poet on this site. You filled me with hope as we wrote in sync. Unfortunately, we didn't think and went down the sink. Yesterdays are gone forever. I shall lock you up again as you are not good for my brain.
His genius is to rise above all others without any effort. Like Jesus he can walk on water with the assistance of his scriptures. He once was into guns and roses. Now a poofter and smells orchids. Maybe, the proceeds of his poetry book wth the Rose of England has afforded luxury beyond any poet's belief.
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5/28/2025 9:00:13 AM # 1.0.0
I have read some of your poems. You are without doubt a master poet.