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

It is close, and still for humanistic tendency is used to.
Riven up to complete uncared pain for it is they the beholder of no care to need care for such means?
Perhaps some out there; Doing, care for such means?
Perhaps some out there doing, care or do they not consider this doing- as it is a tool though and and any tool to have usage needs human to it.
To discover what man cannot is where it has gone array. That picturesque tendency can only show what is considered endurance. Whilst in the real World, art wins. A photograph is never the exact of reality besides it needs zoom in zoom out quality. Now if that can't hurt I only know of one other tool that can: The gun. Though no one wants to use that to use for harm, they say. In order to get proper viewing through the satellite it's like half pulling the trigger - you need the subject, so the bullet needs astray- and shut down, re-ignite.
It probably doesn't make you feel that good (ricochet)

What hath made you gear had made you unbearable.
What had seen geared need no evidence rather than usage alone.
What caused hint-age, will be that and that stand free. Freedom: Strife; Endurance.

© Clarissa C. van Vreden

We took each others falsely
noses off
We met each other later
after the bus ride where
everybody took each others
noses off
Where we met in my
romance of not knowing
Where I dissappeared myself,
because we didn't take
each others noses off.

© Clarissa van Vreden

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.

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.

As we get higher
we rise deeper in soil
A guardian mirror
like God protecting its mirage
Does one not feel fine through his own reflection?
Although, you look too hard, you get then
not the way you look at the moon
but the way you get too close,
you're afloat in a place you no longer belong
As we dig deeper
we find remain
finally as we fall under
we close our eyes
and there isn't any longer that mirror
from above as so deep under,
there's infinity

© Clarissa van Vreden

Socks on like it's a new day because what else are socks for?
Blues on because it feels like that quick pick of that day,
rock on my headphones because rather that word of dismay,
I go on beat on with the knocks of my soul

Ravage outside to the silence of the greenery,
the birds there are to see
and the glazed of the horses I wink at to help us please

Grunge on with those feet I don't attire,
train tracks with the sights of grafitti of hay wire
I walk into the city with a card-beep on
an en-lurk of the all of a sudden darkest nights
Beat tempo, okay- and a run in of a new sweatshirt for taste
Store closing and where else am I going to go?
Who knew that white, could it? Could it look good on me?

I walk in to my heaven of parade: Bars
I sit down and order a martini,
I go out to hear the distaste of making fun of me
I'm not drunk
I never usually am
I deflower the taste of the shine of liqour,
with my mouth

Though here I am on the street making a self-timer shot
and the man who works at the bar comes out with a blanket
Do you, are you cold?
I laugh and say no, what else are you going to say!

So I leave,
and did a bounce dip in the **** cafe
usually I just order coffee
this time around I felt to engo
one joint please

I'm smoking on the street
because from what I remember this Netherlands,
had a heart beat

I walk into the train station with that card beep
and walk on feeling strangely as 8 cops
head turn
attack me viciously

puking on the floor,
and train guests yell on yeah please!

What a hell of a night- my genious ways says no number please
and with a lawyer
out so swiftly

Morning to a new blue haven
I didn't have that card-beep
but I went in swiftly
lurking on the sides
for the security guard not to see

I made it home
home to me is always blue-ly
because raindrops on sweatdrops and teardrops all do the same
effort-lessly,
Blue-ly

© Clarissa C. van Vreden

Blue rose sunshine

Blue arose in the sun of shine
this ah morning
this ah morning

Rain drops of the evening last nights setting
appear on the woods of falling
almost blue like the ocean,
hit a water fall back unto
back unto
this ah delightful morn

that beauty music is hitting my eardrums whilst silence has been clear
nothing psychotic
no never that my dear my dear

This early morning the sunshine shun so shunning shiningly bright
my eyes fell a tear drop
from pure delight

Blue arose in the sun of shine
this ah morning
this ah morning

What has been setting with my hands
has now been that virtue to clear stand
open the books
take a walk
See the afternoon,
that too,
until the dimming lights
of today
that new new fresh morning say

Blue arose in the sun of shine
this ah morning
this ah morning

© Clarissa C. van Vreden

In flowers boom
dusts of red and maroon
fire red as noon
sprung a little
that there's life
that there's life
amongst the ignite
Thorns in pieces
light as eases
no one saw
the ignition that went off
though who's no one
when the bombs has been there at all.
Spirits called
at the Quake.
A relativity at non hand
not a mistake
A relativity of grounding
for men who left the going fire
in the blooms of myre.
Earth is where we need to be
As soul is human
Spirit is for the human
human deflates at death
Rising above and beyond
Where? What entacts us?
What ignites us?
A reminder of where we need to be
is this Planet.
I boom. You boom. Mothers boom.
Sparkles of you, you, you.
Fire as infinite,
sprung
that there's life that there's life
amongst we the people.
Flowers intact - grass grows, butterflies form.
Light shines.
Everyone sees. Stay grounded.
Earth, recall: The Planet.

by Clarissa van Vreden

I walk to a room,

bedroom by my side.

I sit down to eat,

with my friends.

As usual but not;

Because this new one,

told me I had a bad

mannerism at eating.

Basically claiming me

a *****,

So I tried to **** him.

Though not understanding ever

why he said, "you have
a nasty habit of eating."

© Clarissa C. van Vreden

Four winds,
four fires,
five flyers,
might migher,
rised higher,
faught tired.

Brought fire,
four liars,
rise flyer,
migh fighter.

Four signs,
water above,
four mighers,
buy, rider.

Five sighers,
tide nicer,
right lighter fire, fire.

Four tiers,
Earth fire.

© Clarissa van Vreden

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

So I’m sitting here right and I’m so **** aggrivated and annoyed that I can’t stand to even right it all down.

It’s like I have those eyes that I see at night staring at me through the daytime. Just one pair of eyes just glaring at me!

It’s just, another way to die.

Though at other times it’s all bubbly and lovely, right now I’m not in the "so called mood."

I’m like haunted, and a bit of fresh air can help me flaunt it. I’m having physical breathing problems and is it just that because of it?

I didn’t mean for this to be lyrical or poetry-like? Am I daunting? I never ask myself me, how I’m like. Because I know me right on not right off the bat.

I’m haunted!

© 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

It’s that I don’t want you to feel dissapeared?
It’s that I don’t want it to be all about that I said that and it’s all in gone to all about no nothing newsance in knowance
Though it’s just that i said this and said that the words of my last sentence not heard because of a miss on a match on a match on an match
That that’s all of a sudden not what I said because sometimes it’s a twifle of way, I myself feel unheard
Though it matters to me because I wasn’t stancing I was hearing myself talking and it’s not about like why or who or when or what or who with who
It’s that a find in me feels I can’t breathe at a word and I believe all words of mine that I need speaking to need hear to I and when that’s silenced at a match-matched it’s that I don’t care only a tiny little bit of what that other word could have been from another to have secluded my word, in silence.
I trial at trial forth knowing what that word could have been, but I just can’t. It’s just that I should pick that none of it should matter anymore.
XOXO
Alice

© 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

Look at the dark shadows...
They are crawling here...
Where light shed in super freezing lie.
In cracked shatter of demise!
Hell finds light in broken pieces brought from something nice.
Light, light, light how you marry the poor;
Pieces of tomorrow...
Dark bell shadow, how you came from yesterdays tomorrow.
Hey! Pure darkness,
find here the whisper of your sorrow.
Breath of pure morrow.
Fused like day in today, brought upon the sound of light!
Ever change in wonder?
No! Spoke solid in dark and depth,
die!

© 2018 Clarissa van Vreden

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

He wasn't my husband to be,
wasn't my husband not to be. . .
he was a lonesome lover of lover.
He did not have a father.
& here I am years later,
wandering if he had believed all those years later,
he had had that one jailer as a father.

His father today brings bee nests,
to my ears,
and he believes he sees now his Woman,
me through the eyes of a Poppet,
or him through the eyes of his glory self.

Rest.In.Peace.

© Clarissa C. van Vreden

i died in the ocean a long time along the shores
mine mine gone arriven to the seas lines back as a ghost
i've been aiming
i came back to me today
from all the flesh juggling,
my oval was small
i felt a little sadness
i went through hell

© Clarissa C. 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

There once was a girl, (little) who grew up in a town called West. She noticed snakes were, admiring her because she was free. One definitely went in. How does it come out? Tactic. Though how does it there? Wanting to come back in.

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

lavender lilac butter scotch blue flowers
aside the nothingness but open air
rummiging thorns down thickles
to its decending upwarding water

breathing upon its havoc
limber joyous not so joyous atmosphere
Always doing the same but not yet the same,
dying

like soil is its blood without its blood its earth its roots
have gone dissipade unlike me,
I am made from soil unto my own soil thickness
and breathing joyfully into Space

what are flowers for when we can use them for so much
other than its immediance question and answer of this such
"I don't know"
Taste, devour, smell, and beauty

nothing but its limber award
and pleasantry

of this sickle
rootless
tree

blending in so perfectly,
with water and what's death to be.

Saddening strickening the evolution of quick throw away plant;
Necessary; like a gift it is,
a quickness of sight,
an immediance of a throw away

To the salut!

© Clarissa C. van Vreden

Limbo on a boat
went dim-oh-on-a-coat
Sinful on the loot
and non forgetful of the put-
Shine of liars, feud of party empire,
flings on dock
to mesmerize 8
Lying, down on silk wood - still,
seeking the stars as on appeared where art thou _?
Trees never tired,
plants: A fade,
whilst the flowers have had something to prove...

© Clarissa C. van Vreden

They are crawling here...
where light shed is super freezing lie.
In crooked shatter of demise!
Hell finds light in broken pieces brought from something nice.
Hey! Pure darkness, find here the whisper of your sorrow.
Breath of pure morrow.
Fused like day in today,
brought upon the sound of light!
Dark bell shadow, how you came from yesterdays tomorrow.
Ever change in wonder?
No! Spoke solid in dark and depth, die!
Light, light, light how you marry the poor;
Pieces of tomorrow...

© Clarissa van Vreden

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

I was sitting drowning on a pencil colors of all sorts of red and yellow and green my water drew dim as the blue began to mellow I wasn’t wearing any gloves but I was naked and socks it was a small little puddle with lipstick smeared to purple my mascara drew thin as there came a glistening mellow below my cheeks made of the bluest droplets hitting the water bellow she started to cry as she realized, the epic part about this poem is that it was okay to cry in a puddle

© Clarissa C. van Vreden

Ether licking sentipede raising a bar in solitude,
flaming pink aftermath of candle wax,
say raise frequency to the mosquitos and its dandelions,
and the spiders no longer shake
Where the roots of Miss. Dandellion ached the pit of rottening veign.
She never wept like the rain that first dropped on the candle,
but her strength residual in licking sentipede.
Bathing in the bites of mosquitos at a constant,
keeping her ******, alive.

© Clarissa van Vreden

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

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.

Train wreck not much like it
step by step letting with guidance struck out trust
of some establishing
lettering dissaray
confusion dispers
after setting it free
From here beyond a body of ocean and land in land
lies a boy
Needing a rely on needy boy?
It's much like that with getting those type of answers,
kind of definetely
If you don't love him then, he'll go frantic
So is it time to stop-writing-about-this
Bonding seems cliche
but that bond…
I hear you and that I do not not alone consider love,
I consider you
because we bonded
and letting free
isn't easy
Though in this cliche tragedy,
I'd probably wound back at *******
but let free?
In that passage,
thank you, freely

© Clarissa C. van Vreden

She wore footsteps in her horizon
The fly flew exactly where it was aching to be a bee
The Aunt eater, was nibbling on her toast
The rat was born with its tale first,
Breathing on oxygen

The light has bugs burnt
The rainbow was the only thing left over, to be amazing

© 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

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

He was perfect because we could talk,
and laugh back and forth- obviously that's what I mean by perfect.
He, was perfect
because we could talk
then he believed the Crench, the very so named by me
(was me) the she, the all so thought beloved he didn't realize,
he started to hate because all she'd do is choose out of sentences
I told you in honesty that that exists I said,
(not that I'd mind him with other girls it's his life')
but to get me confused in the midst,
over she and her force feeding her my thoughts
Well why he said would you try for me after if this is true?
I said because she does such a good job at it I feel badly for you
not because I do now feel badly for you, not anymore
It's just such a sappy good bye,
I feel for you if you were going through a tough time I thought
I didn't think you would be to just be lazy about this,
and choose her for an easy me
I couldn't see that as a possibility
but the strain in you is nothing beautiful it's just content,
you just want it whatever sounds as it, to have it
but it's not real,
not satisfied.

© Clarissa C. van Vreden

PS It is such a Deep poem

as a female you should only feel **** when you **** or when you *******
that white stuff is good
it's from the insides of your skin
eventually you get your period
and that's normal
that leaking throughout the day if that exists: en-wronged. It's not normal.

© Clarissa C. van Vreden

You can be whatever it is
You can be lively
or deadly
Self lonely

You can be boring
You can be sad
You can be energetic
or fad like

So, going ahead with
you are my sunshine
you’ve been near my thoughts of death,
I’ve been alone
It’s been boring, and sad
although I’m energetic
roses are red,
violets are blue

this poem is to me- to you
i’m whatever it is

dear poem,
you are my sunshine my only sunshine
without you I’d be dead

I am alone
It can be boring and depressing: Life
Although I’m energetic
roses are red,
violets are rest,
rest in read

© Clarissa C. van Vreden

Once upon a poetrical road
lied a force be told
A struck down of gloom,
starry eyed suprise
tumbling down fell hard
at by my toes.
It's weak how but it glows.
I aimed to pick it up as it started to float reminiscing it's good bye to where I realized I could see,
because of the light.

© Clarissa C. van Vreden

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!

English please?
English it is
Thank you for it's the number one english
In-tell? In-tell is clear
In-hell? Not just yet
Profuse ring bells
English please...
That's what I see!
I can see how that's now clear
Clear until in-hell
Like you know what I'm doing?
What for?

© Clarissa C. van Vreden