Clara Oswin

Clara Oswin Jun 2014

Everyday, i look at the scale and pray
That the number has gone down
Because i don't know how much longer i can hate myself
With such vicious passion

I will probably add to this

#anorexia

Clara Oswin Jun 2014

Being on Hellopoetry

So this is me, falling in love with strangers-
With only their words to guide me.

And i think it's the most beautiful thing i have ever known

Clara Oswin Jun 2014

04

And i took in every lie
With a smile

10 words

Clara Oswin Jun 2014

Survival

I've found that i am grossly attached to people who hate. Typically themselves. Who wallow in self doubt and stay up late counting the reasons they despise their beings. The kids who drown their demons in Jack Daniel's.

**** it. We're all pretty much the same. Hatred; sadness hidden beneath scarred on smiles. But isn't that the truth behind the great american dream? The glory beneath the guilded age?

And yeah, i think i romanticize it a bit. Though i know that scars are disgusting when your body intertwines with another, and ***** tastes like acid; i still somehow think that there is a beauty in sadness. Shining a light through a dark cave. Surviving your demons. There is strength and courage. Because that's what it takes to survive your mind.

Clara Oswin Jun 2014

Energy Flows

As i sketch out the
Rough details of your face,
Pencil grasped tightly between my thumb and fingers
I find the basic outline of you
The curvatures that separates you from others
Followed tentatively by the smaller details
Blending in the shades around your upper lip
The soft hairs that line your jaws
And the thin, spider web lashes lining hazel eyes
If i dip a brush in a hue and water then
I can make you come alive on the parchment- so i do
Splashing blue to shade your neck and eyes
Yellow illuminates the bridge of your nose
And green sets your eyes on fire
I douse the reds and pinks in water
To find the perfect color for your face
And as the love flows from my soul
I see you begin to breathe in the canvas

I chose this title because when i draw i feel like my hands are propelled by energy and excitement, rather than expertise and precision

Clara Oswin Jun 2014

Like A River

I wish poetry could flow from my lips
Delicate and simple; natural like
The way your hair flows with the wind.

And i would use the words given to me
To tell of the sloping curve of your neck
And the exact hue of that freckle on your shoulder.

If i were one of the great poets
I would write a hundred sonnets to your name
Until the mountains exploded- leaving flowers instead of ash

And you would listen and understand
The simple truth that lay within my words
That you are beautiful and precious my love.

But i am not, so i am confined to awkward pauses in conversation and blisters from biting my lip

#love #hope #beautiful

Clara Oswin May 2014

Spliced moments

I think it's beautiful
The way we can look up to the sky at night
And see into so many different centuries of time
A spliced ray of light from prehistoric eras
Two from the creation of the universe
From so many different times
Before we even existed
Before a single cell or paramecium
Before words like him and her and love
There was light
And we get to see that light
After it's three-billion-year journey to reach us