Nothing is ever broken,
It is how it is.
Even words have the ability to seem as ruin but even words can be painted over.
It is not even safe to say everything is beautiful, because it is more then that you see...

I am a ghost. It's epic as I am not ignored nor seen.
These eyes of mine can see like that fallen leaf, perfect in time.
A two-dimensional figure I'll give it because it feels good to see.

I had a sense of clarity
It is moving past the stagnant things because I understand now that those things are not of importance
They are kind of like this darkness that you should rather look through and out of because expansion of this is more of what you don't need.
It's just there to shout. It's nagging and wants to sleep. It's upset because it gets too depth in wrong times in its own; In its own existence.
When that happens, your body has no life because you are stuck in your mind- but when you still seek creativity within your mind with this you can call it hell or its complete opposite.
You are either sad and in pain or find beauty in this pain and that could define beauty in darkness and maybe that is why black and white is so signifying together.

© Clarissa van Vreden

Why do I seek darkness?
It's because I can see what shines the brightest
Miles away and I can admire your ways
In darkness relies truth,
In darkness relies knowledge.
Like a star you may be different when nearest but I can see you shining from far away and that matters.
Your smile can shine different here than imagination can because I feel it true,
because even when we're gone we can still feel it.
That's why,
I love darkness

© Clarissa C. van Vreden

Succumbed by news flash
of whispers that don't exist.
Not so mesmerized but wishing to
feed on something that simply exists.
No heartache no pain that brings me down for I question its appearance within me now.
A question like this out loud would receive back an answer such as earlier of "I don't know."
Honest in all its poetry form but obsolete of an almost ignited fuel of anger,
Leaving me with the right immediate answer,
No logic needed
Of what was one is simply now a peaceful embryo ignited in star form- pleasant, alive, and mused- without the presence of whispers at all,
A soul you are
That must be all.