claire-s-1
American
Hi everyone, I'm Claire and I'm 13. I am in eighth grade. I like laughing and having fun. I have really slow reflexes. I have a cat named Mr. Kitty. I can't spell if my life depended on it. I have a dog named Griff. I like taking pictures, but my camera is often out of power. I like blowing soap bubbles. I live in America. I often give out man points. I love Spring Break. I obsess about writing.
When I was young
I dressed up for fun
I laughed and played
Rolled in grass all day
When I was young
School was coloring
And listening to stories
And the unwanted nap time
When I was young
I hated sharing
I made the rules
Or you didn't get to play
When I was young
Life was carefree
It was all about me
And I could be just me.
But now a lot has changed.
Where did time go.... And how do I go back?
Oct 21, 2010
Oct 21, 2010 at 9:36 PM UTC
My emotions **** me in to the pit of black
I can't turn around, no going back.
" I know your here," I yell and scream
But my fear hides along the seams.
It sulks and slide, creaks, and moans
A sound so disheartening, it chills my bones.
It waits to scare my faint heart
but my heart is not faint
He can not chip it's protective paint
There I stand, holding strong
Resisting the urge to run along
But I am here for one thing
" I am here to scare, but no fear i will feel.
Confront me now." my head begins to reel.
" Come forth, Fear, Come and see.
For now you shall be fearing me."
Oct 21, 2010
Oct 21, 2010 at 8:56 PM UTC
I started writing to spill out my inside
To imagine things without judgement
To tell hidden secrets to the world
I started writing for my happiness
To lift the world off my shoulder
if only for the time being
I started to write to feel free
Free of drama and stress
Free of pain and depression
I learned how to channel it into
ART
this was my self expression
but soon the inspiration
the way i let go
STOPPED...
and here I am now
left with feeling i can't describe
stuck with a cliche
Aug 7, 2010
Aug 7, 2010 at 8:25 PM UTC
Where has this love gone,
Am I just the Players Pawn...
May 10, 2010
May 10, 2010 at 8:20 PM UTC
We Live in FORT KINLEY
that we fit in so thinly
It is a very dark house
And there happens to be a mouse
We sit here night and day
While eating candy, we play
doll house and pick-up-stix
running around eating chex-mix
We Live in Fort Kinley
in which we fit so thinly
Apr 30, 2010
Apr 30, 2010 at 9:40 PM UTC
I fall asleep to a steady drum,
the beat whooshing me away into sleep.
Quiet footsteps dance around me
The patter of their feet draws me in deeper.
I hardly hear a tap at my window
As a free soul stands outside
It waits for me to come join him
to dance with him in the rain...
Apr 22, 2010
Apr 22, 2010 at 9:34 PM UTC
Donde está mi amor
El ido lejos
Sirve mayor
O, mi amor
Apr 20, 2010
Apr 20, 2010 at 6:50 PM UTC
A little black dress sitting in my closet
With a white tag still hanging off.
It hangs there night and day
Gathering dust and fading away,
Waiting for a warm body to fill it.
But I can’t fill it
Without splitting a seam.
My stomach too round,
And my *** obscene.
In this perfect world
I am not perfect
But that is all fine with me.
The little black dress will have to wait…
Apr 11, 2010
Apr 11, 2010 at 8:13 PM UTC
when I manage to step into the limelight
I am only pulled back into the shadows more
The quiet corner is my unwanted home
The blackness is my unwanted comfort
I am stuck behind an invisible wall
Trapped from reaching the world around me
Alone, I wait for a flash of light
A key to unlock the door of silence
The hinges to glide open with doubt
For my world to open
If I step out of my box
What will I do,what can I be
All that comes to my mind is my corner
and my crawling figure dragged back into it.
Apr 3, 2010
Apr 3, 2010 at 9:33 PM UTC
I will send you my love
In a little glass bottle.
The memories we shared
inscripted in the scroll
I will throw it into the sea
Somewhere near fiji
And leave our love
that use to surround me
behind in the turquoise water
Drifting where ever it may
Not to be found tomorrow.
Apr 2, 2010
Apr 2, 2010 at 12:02 AM UTC