You phase me
I've phased me
It was a phase I was in
Where you've known me
But when I see you
All that I can see,
Are those judge mental eyes.

© Clarissa C. van Vreden

Sleeping socks
Lying over the side arm-rest of the chair beside me
Slurping snoozes
In their airways.
Black and white tilted sadly not awakened by the morning church bell.
Yet it's more quiet there asking if they've done their part.
In distant snoozes we speak- A sniff of poison can leak into my heart as the deafening noise of stripes plead only a smell- a smell of dissaray as the night lingers on.
What goes up must come down must it not, yet bound absolute that passage-airways clear up.

Like the bee that stings to death
Like the poison that it began from
Like the spider, the God to web
Catching supper

© Clarissa C. van Vreden

Are you listening?
Lines, bliss, peacing?
Ease, drops
Sky-
Tears stopped dry
Fine binds
Glistens
Earth rise
Mistens
Mind hear you,
Trials tear true
I find you regardless of
Body what minds can do

Lyrics in Progress: Finished poem


Melting pots of hazy ways
Where sunrise is what makes my days
Anticipations of tiring explanations
Gaze the life for the wild again

Summer days and eves when away goes to tease
That dreams have more fury in fire

but that spark that ignites me
In the evening times goes like this again when dreaming to get up again
Where the world lets me breathe in two  
Crystal eyes shopping in the dark
Ignite me

I wake up to only dreaming of
Crystals shopping the light
Observing and what not
How else would I wake again?

I want to feel
Ignited undivided
Speechless to the moon subsiding
New awakenings
light arising
Not to only wake again

Ignite me, breathe me, move me
Thank you for my own,
Crystal eyes shopping in the light

How long has it been since,
Since that whatever you think of now.
The epic mind in peaceful stay wants to differentiate time elapse for,
for the reason of vice encountering.
Slept nights, walked days,
Took time at times, took ways.
How egocentric to judge thou self actually though for purpose of time. For pondering mind.
Actually it mustn't be bad this or sought out writings like these would not appear and that is why.
Why ask why?
I see past and present and accomplices. Sought out my mind for agreement and value comes with. Yet how long it has been, is statistically worthless for the time being. So,
Timeless is rather the junction to put.
Freer the flight, and acceptance of this now. What to do? Makes my mind sing too- yet of worth is where I hesitate like truth of within-ness too complicated yet for a writing arousably pleasing. Without can do for questioning moments too distant. Too complicated. Too uncomparable for,
Thouself.