Clarisa: Favorites

Apr 2013 Clarisa

Morgan

Going home to empty my veins
out over the coffee table
When you called me crazy
you must've bit your tongue
I'm a walking panic attack
Clenched fists and red eyes
I'm a suicide note all torn to shreds
in the trash can at the top of the stairs
And I'm just aching to pretend
that I'm still trying to stay alive
With my fingers crossed behind my back
and dug six inches deep into my spine
I'm faking it just hard enough
to sleep uninterrupted

Apr 2013 Clarisa

five hundred,

Apr 2013 Clarisa

Mason Kayne Goforth

five hundred,

I'll soon be gone,
Away from the fire that heated my heart,
And the one I loved from the start,
It's hard,
To put you in the back of my mind,
I'm sure I'll routinely hit rewind,
And Reminisce on those times,
That I would look in your eyes,
Or when I held your cold hands, and kissed your old lies,
It was childish to think that I could have such an angel,
A goddess of beauty, a demon of intelligence,
Sometimes I just want to strangle,
Throw you on the floor, and love you some more,
But I'm a creep,
The more I love you, the more your love sleeps,
I've been at a distance my whole life,
So what's five hundred more miles, right?

Apr 2013 Clarisa

Legacy

Apr 2013 Clarisa

John Edward Smallshaw

Legacy

She was up to eyes in deception and lies
and yet I was blind.
Kind friends had informed me
forewarned me of her treachery
but I could not see
that she was having me on
stringing me along like a dog on a lead.

She played the part well and I couldn't tell
what was true
what was not.
And how could I know that the status quo was in fact
the state of woe I found myself in.

If I had been more vigilant
less hesitant to believe what was said
I could have got her out of my head
by now
but to live in the dreams where the girl that you love
seems to love you as well
is maybe worth a bit of Hell
on Earth.

She's gone now
left me and somehow
I survive.
but I still see her eyes every time some one tries
to get close.

Apr 2013 Clarisa

The Digger ~ r.I.p our ANZACs ~

Apr 2013 Clarisa

Helen

The Digger ~ r.I.p our ANZACs ~

The days grew old, the nights grew cold
The body grew so weary
The guns played their own sweet song
The silence became eerie

There was no rest upon hardened ground
We marched on through the rain and heat
We slept awake to look around
We never let ourselves be beat

The hunger we felt deep inside
was not always from our rationed food
Our thoughts stretched across an ocean wide
to Home
away from this ****** feud

But I am no longer cold,
I do not feel the fear
No more hard ground
where I need lay
I am warm and dry
and content here
I am just sorry I could not stay

I wish I could have seen our children grow
Into fine young women and men
I would want to tell them,
let them know
I hated to fight,
but I went to War for them

I see you weep because I am gone
I am sorry I did not say goodbye
I know my life helped the world move on
But none of us here wanted to die

Lest We Forget
© 2010

Apr 2013 Clarisa

st. francis hurricanes

Apr 2013 Clarisa

MasikaniCrocodile

st. francis hurricanes

minds crazy
again confusing

love

for broken bones,
all night we ask

for help, who
comes? you

sway to bird
and saxaphone

rejoice at
near-miss

rescue

escapee, we
tried to give you

baskets
of reasons

not to love us unconditionally
but you love us unconditionally

so we sleep
in the hand
of the sky

Apr 2013 Clarisa

Rain

Apr 2013 Clarisa

Shel Silverstein

Rain

I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.

Apr 2013 Clarisa

drink me

Apr 2013 Clarisa

Redshift

drink me

this alcohol
has drunk me
so efficiently
i am one of those empty bottles
rolling around the barroom floor
collecting dust
until they come to take me away
clean me up a bit
refill me
only to be
drunk
again
i am that little bottle
that says
drink me

you'll shrink

Apr 2013 Clarisa

Picture Frames

Apr 2013 Clarisa

M

Picture Frames

It's a **** shame
I put you in my picture frames
Next to my bed
Where, every night, I lay my head.

It's utter irony
That you would lie to me
Every time you said
We would always be friends.

It's really painful
That we became so dull,
So distant in mind and heart.
We're torn apart.

It's rather sad
That all of the times we had
Dissipated, flew off far away,
Leaving us with no words to say.

It's crashing down upon me like waves on the shore
That what we used to be is no more,
That fears became reality and you changed.
So I'll take you out of my picture frames.

An important friendship, or so I thought, has altered in the past few months to constitute to nothing. My best friend is no more and I'm bitter and light weight melancholy about it. And the worst part, without the intent to be self-deprecating or to evoke pity, is that I really don't think she cares. I've come to find that she can be selfish. Though that trait is only a part of her and doesn't constitute to her entire being, it's prominent and relevant. It still stings, like a bruise you forgot about that you bump on the end of a table again, that she is so. Enough to just let her go.

Apr 2013 Clarisa

Slender 3:4

Apr 2013 Clarisa

Patricia Drake

Slender 3:4

I see them coming
I see their ignorance
I watch them
Until they notice me

I let them scream
I let them run
I let them hope
Until they disappear