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 Mar 2012 Claire Ringen
Odi
It’s like looking for a heart,
In a metal junkyard,
And getting cut in all the glass,
People have walked on.

Even asked the wizard of Oz
If he knew where it may be
But all he said was
"Look inside child, you will see."

I looked for it in pictures,
Of me smiling with my friends,
I looked for it in winters,
That never seemed to end.

I looked for it in boys,
Who thought that they were men,
Even looked for it in monsters,
Under my red quilted bed.

I looked under the rain,
In my brothers eyes,
Looked to my father,
And said “I never cry.”

He said “I know,”
As I began to weep,
“I know,”
I heard him repeat.

I looked for me in shadows,
In the past and present dear,
Looked for it in music,
I never seemed to hear.

I looked for it in children,
The only thing that made me smile,
But all I found was 7 pounds of,
Useless blood, muscle and denial.
 Mar 2012 Claire Ringen
amt
You've made me angry,
You've made me sad.
You've made me happy,
You've made me mad.
You've made me jealous,
You've made me blue,
You've made me think,
So much about you.

I've made you happy,
I've made you sad.
I've let you down,
I've made you glad.  
I've made you strong,
I've made you weak,
I've witnessed your lowest,
I've witnessed your peak.

You've made me feel,
All of the above, too,
But most of all,
You've made me love you.

You've broke my heart,
I've heard you lie,
We've said hello,
Now say good bye.
the evening sky
returned the last star
to it's assigned cartesian
inclination
and the night calm of barn owls
sank talons of silence
into modern
noise

the
flame
in the pit
is having
the last
dream

of mesquite  

it's
reading today's newspaper
from last week.
relaxed reeds catching spiders
and baseballs
all this

all this is dreaming

yellow
bruise hemp
swaying  
over sand
dunes

backdrop for my wine glass.

deadline
tomorrow
oblivious

i could see god getting the job done. wearing house shoes.

he's bumping into things
but catching anything that falls
  always always
been good at that
however weary
absolute Love

bottle of wine, breathing
won't tell a soul
by telegraph
when a light buzz
perfectly
encrypts a moment of clarity
and every little thing
about right now
is true

wild sage landing helicopters with glass blades

black smearing blue, jackson *******
with van gogh's soul,

brush
in the palm
of my
eye
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Winding roads envelop mornings
changing how I feel
as the sun rises
over half a million faces
all aglow.  
The air bears the scent of flowers
like those I have seen
within blue flames of truth
on the horizon of nothing more
than how your presence
seeks my attention
like falling snow.

I feel my pulse expanding
and I grow weak
as my skin glows soft
like poems
that have kissed the roses
around my thorns,
and my soul keeps the best of you
in my hands.  
My joy crashes
against  sands pure as thoughts
of the wildest forest
embracing its own lands.

Your voice finds me
with an understanding
that springs into my mind
making the ground I walk on
become a heaven
born of words.
I smile secretly, as if I  have begun
to read something
living inside a storm
rushing to be let in
and dancing on paper
to be heard.

Half a million faces
and all I see is yours,
telling me
I am the treasure you find
on those winding roads.
The air bears the scent of flowers
from fields
that continue to live
throughout the winter
warmed by blue flames of truth,
seeking my attention
like falling snow.
Copyright @2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
 Feb 2012 Claire Ringen
amt
Live
 Feb 2012 Claire Ringen
amt
Don’t let life,
Just pass you by.
Get your head out the clouds,
Chin up towards the sky.
Don’t sit around crying,
Cause he’s not the one.
Go find someone better.
Yesterday’s done!
So take what’s offered,
And remember to give.
Live to remember,
But remember to live.
My heart is united yet broken
pieces of memories are scattered in my eyes
while i zag to see them.
Was told to heal but im feeling
Was told to talk but im walking
Yet yes im pailing, invisible and quiet.

COULD YOU BE THE CAUSE OF ALL THIS?

I change colours while coughing moods
knowing that it kills me deep within.
I dont wana loose jermy but you erase my directions
like im here but invisible in the river of sorrowness

COULD YOU BE THE CAUSE OF ALL THIS?

Make me dazzle with my inner self
in finding myself
For i am mimming my lost smile.
Dear me myself and i
please make me smile.

COULD YOU BE THE CAUSE OF ALL THIS?
Some say I'm too emotionally invested, love
Some say it's all gonna fall apart now
I know it will, yes I know

But I can't bear it, no I won't bear it
Losing you to time, darkness creeping in
Now we are happy oh yes so happy yes

Just look at us laughing look now
I know deep somewhere though, stop telling me
Tell me more jokes now, love

The dark isn't there, just disregard it please
Us two will be split soon
But it's better to ignore the inevitable

To save the pain

For later
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