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 Apr 2013 Clarisa
Robert Guerrero
Dancing and taunting me
With evil grins under oak trees and pines
Calling unto me to finish the war
Show no mercy to these wrist
Show no mercy to these intestines
As razor blades and bottles
Disposed of quite quickly
One cut two cut
Three bottle four
All gone
I'm drunk
I'm bleeding
Oh well
Maybe tomorrow will never come
Kiss the sun for me
Say goodnight to the moon
For the later nights of the distant future
The shadows of the night
Beg me to join them
To fill and quench their thirst
With rivers of blood
Underneath this moons
Vacant shadow arrayed light
I'm sorry but I must finish what I started
This war will have to come to an end
And with five cut six cut
Seven bottle eight bottle
It is over...
Probably my most undesirably written pieces.
 Apr 2013 Clarisa
BarelyABard
I write this with the knowledge that I may never see the sun again.
We are the only creatures on this planet who know they will die someday.

...and yet...

We still persist.
Day after day and night after night.
Working and slaving.
Fight after fight.

Sure.
Sometimes there are few of us who have the advantages in society and the benefits of wealth to make life worth living.
""I've been sky diving, rocky mountain climbing.
I hope you get the chance to live like you were dying."

How much do you have in your bank account?
I am cynical.
I know this.
You don't need to tell me that.

But sometimes there are people who, with all of this knowledge, press on and do it for the thrill of the battle.
Some live just because they want to survive.
Some live because they are scared of death.
Some live because they love the feeling of breathing.
Some live because the absence of it confuses them.

Why do I live?

Well.

That is an interesting question.
 Apr 2013 Clarisa
BarelyABard
That word has lost it's meaning and its use has fallen short.*

The camera lens is cold and feels nothing except mathematical equations, performing actions; much like a part of the world that keeps you and I in chains.
But if I look at it, it looks at you and that is all I want to do right now.
So I can bare the cold for a just a little while, because warmth is waiting in patience

You called me timeless once.
            I had not felt such a heartbeat in so long.
...like drums in the forest...

              I am timeless?
My dusk,
          if you were a clock,
      it would melt into water and seep into the fissures of my heart.

Tomorrow
                  may not arrive but you know my
yesterday
                  and you are my
today.

So take my hand and the universe will be our ballroom.
                                                                ­The stars can be our audience and the sea can be the orchestra.

If the garden you were plucked from emanates the
musical and breathtaking fragrance
where you tread,
then it is where beauty first was born.

Forgive me but you have captured my attention and I will not use that word.


My lips can show you what waits within those fissures
and my eyes can tell you what words fail to comprehend.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4XZkLmomNgA
 Apr 2013 Clarisa
BarelyABard
Roar
 Apr 2013 Clarisa
BarelyABard
Sit beside me for a moment and tell me what makes you feel like a snowstorm in summer.

I want to feel your pain then break its neck.
Let's run away on highways made of clouds hand in hand.

Come here. Let me feel your skin. Let me me hear you breathe. Let me see you grin with hidden plans.



I want to listen to your body roar.
 Apr 2013 Clarisa
Susan O'Reilly
She’s a man-pleasing dresser

Women’s envy does not stress her

Short and tight for her is right

Some women’s lips purse tight

She’s got a bust

Show it she must

She wants a man’s lust

She smirks with delight

At every wife’s plight

When her husband can’t

get her out of his sight

Try as he might

She’s here to please

She’s every man’s squeeze

Touch her, if you want to please

Married, single, give it a try

For her all men apply

She’s a **** with a heart

you and your money need not part

You see, she can’t help but flirt

It fills her with mirth

She’s been like that since birth

If you want a fling

She’s a sure thing

You may think she’s a harlot

She just thinks she’s smart

She’s got what she wants down to a fine art

She’s a man-pleasing dresser

Women’s envy does not stress her
 Apr 2013 Clarisa
Redshift
yes,
i look like my mother.
but i feel the need to remind you
with a swift chair to the face
(i think that'll get the point across, don't you?)
that i look very much like my father.
i don't give a single ****
what your last name is
that you're my mom's
cousin
you can shove that snotty
backhanded
comment
up your ***,
mitchell.
i have no relation
to that name
despite my blood
despite my nose
that looks so much like your side
you are not one side of a family
you are one side of a war
 Apr 2013 Clarisa
Amber Blank
In the flash of a memory I am transported back in time,
To the first time we ever met, seems like a eternity ago.
I remember up until that point boys had cooties, but
When we met that all changed.

I can still see that cute, sweet little boy who caught my attention.
Sitting in a desk in front of mine.
I remember waiting until recess to play and sing.
A sweet innocence of youth that we shared.

Then as the years passed by we went down different paths.
But even though you were not in my sight I often wondered
How you were, where you were, did you ever wonder about me too.

Then fate crossed how souls once more, over twenty years later.
When you walked in the room, all the memories flooded my heart.
I knew you face, would have recognized you anywhere.
The same beautiful smile, the same kind eyes.

Automatically we picked up right where we left off.
The connection between our souls remained, even after the miles
and years apart.
What a blessing to have you return to my life.

Conversations lasted for hours, glances burned into my brain.
You are forever impeded in my heart.
Friendship and love filled the empty void.

We keep in touch and you have been my shoulder to lean on
My confidant, my defender, my voice of reason.
Now once again this cruel world has separated our earthly bodies,
But you need to know, no matter what the situation, no matter how far,
no matter how hard the road ahead may be,
My heart is with you,
My soul speaks to yours in a language only we can understand.
I am here, and always will be.
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