As the sun rose down again,

the flight of being up,

made question

For when had flown,

running about to go,

further and then back up again

Sitting, resting, laying, testing dreaming of a scape canoe

waters still, risen unto

making way to where

feet hold, escaping the lovely day

© 2018 Clarissa van Vreden

I’ve come to understand now that of course as someone is sleeping, the other needs to give respect and not wake that individual of course- It’s always been like that for in terms of that knowledge though maybe we are all simply put born as individuals where our brains do not mesh in any way shape or form other than talk about ourselves and unto ourselves to make points come across

That we are all individually intrinsic and that sleeping all together as a global spheric mannerism is just the way so that so that that can just be some way of understanding that humans are a certain way

It’s like we do this just in case the real out there aliens are alive for them to see what humanity is like that it’s its own planet meant for humanity. Other than it proves no point at all, when the lights go down low and the music begins to blare and the fireworks are in the air on a schedule that changes every, single, year

This is our Atmosphere

© 2018 Clarissa van Vreden

In title of detrimental view in sight of seeing in passing in time
it is not here but rather not there the viewing of ones perspective,
in complete and utter ruin of not truing the reality of the reality,
of evil lives' viewing
Never helpful,
never right,
never faithful,
always not right
Passing in time the non newness of creative reasoning
never a need for a fight
for many unlike yourself use what's there to make newness a creative flight
So let it be a part of what's in sight, truly as it is there for you a part of view a part of view
The boring days will have arose in this understanding as to why
when it is people like yourselves who can see this as sense
the undoing will never be pleasing,
never feel faithful
to your true knowledge of you
the diamond in the right
light, be light

© 2018 Clarissa van Vreden

In words of wording
in times of no time to wording
to inner wordings
to not misleading but leading
with what is more powerful
and human

Lies the knowledge of the deepest self
not in the partials but the overall
in the leading of the overall
where darkness can become home
where soul can be found to know

In subconscious array in sleep of away
remains the space that is so much to hold
to gather here in dissaray
to finding what you as one might like
a pleasing of some type of hell range

Fear whatever you must like to
know whatever you so despise to
find nothing in you
other than that space,
you can name home

© 2018 Clarissa van Vreden

Isn't so to say who you are.
It's about glittering eyes for dilated pupils.
It's about control.
It's about the movement of a butterfly's' wings.
Expression will always be there and if you think not it is there glim.
It can't hide but it can be in shadow...
resting.

© 2017 Clarissa van Vreden

Well hello,
I'm on my thoughts literally word for word writing without thought.
I'm speaking in disguise in ways I mesmerise for wings have unfolding happy brings.
Speaking in tongue saying why oh why such a disguise when it's my mask that let me to you!
How do you do?!
So I spread my wings, and scream oh dear! Which makes me laugh because hey dear, oh my,
I can fly! No no these words are my song just beautiful how this be a twist of the tongue.
Oh my mesmerised eyes.
Now what do I spy?

© 2017 Clarissa van Vreden

Recollective thoughts of oblivion detailed to detailed satisfaction
Hadn't asked why from before-ance, t'was more an extremity of non understanding then
Asking the questions to fixate as an individual has its time frame
Sky is blue and white it appears
the full Moon was out yesterday
The light was not so shady
the clouds a darkened mist
The stars a faking glistening bliss
It was all about the aces
the places
and not the faces...
to be continued

© 2018 Clarissa van Vreden

5.19.2016-
From the touch of wind to the glistening feed of bright blue ocean waves surrounding my knees.
To the questioning of nothing off in the sense of when asking, what else is out there?
Neither bored or glimpsed of fairness in today,
left with remains of I am still here to make up my day. It might not make all the comprehensions in the world anymore to my heart when words whisper nothing but truth near my ears. Yet I understand now what it can be to hear ration. With this, and without swallow- I’ll let my feet wander back to the bright blue sky, back to the sea, once again feeling it for what it is. For what it truly is.

Blue break-

And when the wind washes away the rain

I feel again

Understanding one thing and one thing only that is that I’m her in this what my mind finds a fuse.

This discrepancy at times that I’m scared to swallow,

Pushing it in turn further away.

But then I think of the wind,

and how the leaves turn-

What’s grey isn’t all so grey

when there is a shade.

A shade, a touch, a hint and no longer just grey,

Seeing that grey is somewhat solid.

To the day
Through the night from
time to time
live in the moment,
live in spirit
and through
life

Judgement calls for the infiltration of none of it at all
The sad barrier that so many want to write about
to touch, to make reasoning of-
sad speech when feeling good,
thought of love for being hurt
in that touch of a moment for a waking call
of pens on poetry walls.

© 2017 Clarissa van Vreden

I don't care to
Care I don't care
To reason
I mean
It doesn't bother me
I care for
Reason
I am, I know
Now it
Comprehends to only a few this
Awakening story
Of the ever
Between lines that
Gives not much
For them to
Talk about, and
So I love you, I
Don't care

Spoken mouth
Breath of air taken sword
Peaceful leisure
In finding tongue

Counting backwards
Time elapsing
Frustrating lies but
Why catching hires
Flying spies

Holding onto
What was
Once nice
Fire, flies
Sparks
Ignite

From
Mere- Goodbyes

There is no such thing as repetition
Set in stone necessity of self choice
What's here today in space around you
Wasn't same yesterday,
Leaves fall and our creations
If good ones
Are here to stay-
To fall back to enjoy whenever we want
Which in no way is repetitiveness
For instance
To fall asleep with these pajamas to wake back up to
Does not make my sleeping a waste because I wore those same pajamas
Just last eve,
repetitive repetition blissful bite

the melody’s of love’s music is consuming
the words in lyrics all too knowing
here comes another love song
here comes another love song
something you feel like crying
you end up sighing
what’s left in your heart
that you thought you were done with crying
but you see it’s quite simple
tears an echo of pasts love is mellow
back to your own now for the sound of that details of the cello
the beauty signified more strummed but can you take it
can you hum
can you feel that it’s ease?
Back to the beginning now
hard without no thoughts sought out
but remember those happy days?
Sometimes in memories you remember it was only you still you not hays
then you fell in love with those interests you so strummed
you fell in love with that special someone that made the bass drum
and when it was all done
too consuming
love, the music, was too consuming

© Clarissa C. van Vreden

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.

Touch, does it feel?
Tears, does it heal?
Being and why?
Living, to die.
Born as one or linked to muse?
To who then God, to you, are you alive?
Is that why I can't see you
Is that why you are all oh mighty, superior one?  
Thoughts, these are
And no you're not for that isn't vivid?
Touch, I feel.
Tears, are mine.
Being, I am.
Living as vivid, to you almighty one!

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.