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Rose Claire May 2014
Creative errands that run in time have brought me to this centre line. Where I go it's up to me. Believe in yourself and you will be free. What you are doesn't have to be. Believe in you and set yourself free.Come sail away from this writhing hoax. For all it was, was a centre of jokes. This is not how it's meant to be. But you didn't decide on what it was to be.
By not having any direction in ones life in and of itself is a choice.
Rose Claire Mar 2015
I am a invalid trapped in this interior.
You ask WHY? As you look at my shell.
You can't wrap your head around how I was
stolen borrowed and bought.
It's hard to break free the corners of my mind.
That's where you will find me.
Cleaning the clutter left behind.
It's difficult to move forward when two angles meet.
See I start at the top but, I just can't feel my feet.
A remote place where I'm doing fine.
A redundant answer to, how are you?
Rose Claire Sep 2014
The red tail lights  brighten my perceptive heights,
of where we all go?
Scurrying like squirrels tails trying to get
the task completed.
Why?...Is it that important to your very existence.
Think not!
But running, keeps us amazed.
Through the darkest glaze of taillight throw.
Just wondering why I'm running too?
Through the open slumber of poison slew.
One day I hope to get off the track of frozen life.
God, it's cold down here.
Can't you hear are breathe?
Your love will never set before my eyes, till the world is renewed.
False face set before a betowed time
For she did not know it, her sin was greater than he.
Now scurry along to your squeaky wheels.
Till the end of your time.
Rose Claire Feb 2015
Fool, your a fool don't touch me.
And then we have a understanding.
And, then I wont have to lie.
Listen up, I really don't like you.
Your making this hard. I fucken don't understand why!
I'm only hear for my game.
And you are asking me why?
**** don't head trip me now.
And then I don't have to tell a lie.
   Who told you I really give a ****. Not me, so I call *******.
Emotional.... Stand on your own two feet.
Ya I'm sweet but I lie.
Bye.  
Lol... you were caught up by you..lol. But you thought it was me.
Hey! I didn't see your pipe dream you played in your head.
Its best for you to consider me half way dead.
Later
Rose Claire Aug 2014
She's just an angle who fell from heaven
       to fast and fury along the way.
     
       She broke a wing on her descend down to earth,
       see, she can't fly away.
       She landed with a spatter to no one that
       mattered who left her, bruised and battered.
       She's a child a God ****** !I don't understand how people
       can leave her this way.  
       Let's mend that wing so she can sing,
       and fly off to where she's suppose to be.
       A child of God. A person among people.
       A life that needs to be lived.
Compassion
Rose Claire Aug 2014
I've finally got that small girl out that killed herself down my drain.
Rose Claire Jan 2015
Playing the games that lovers do. But I, was never I.
Photos longing to be touch.  ME, I love me oh so much.
I could never see you. You were just a prop. A puppet show.
For me to walk on by......brown eyes...brown eyes....and your half way
smile. Smile through the pain. Half way but not a mile.
      Selfish ***** ---- Selfish *****
What a witch was I. Did you see me always ready for a pose.

You were crazy, sorry that was me. You sleep now.
Maybe I will see you one day. No. I don't think I could handle that depth.
So....maybe?....Never, lets let it be. You loved me! But I know you loved others. Damm pictures reminding me of what should have been.  
You haunt me. Now I don't feel free. Chains on me now.
God, set me free.
Puppet show, puppet show  .....who has the strings now.
Haven't seen you in a while.
Rose Claire Aug 2014
It's hard to be your own doctor, when the patient is crazy them self.
But I try
Rose Claire Jul 2014
With the whispering wind of sadness guides us through the light.
    May peace be with you turning your madness into bright.
    Bright rays of hope of what you desire and let this ring burn
    down your fire.
           Change the hardest thing to humans....
Rose Claire Mar 2015
Don't say words in midnight silence.
For a bird like me might become a crow and pick at your heart and eat your soul. I don't mean to be built this way. But, you came to me in a off day. Okay its true. I'm ******* off everyday but, I try to be true. No that's a lie. Its all lie's. Just get away. Its best for both. Cause, you know I will.......no you don't know! You don't ******* know me. To be real. I've been played before. I don't even trust my sister next door. We don't have a chance. See,.. I trust no one. Not even myself. Its best you stay away, until you feel no more. In fact get the **** out.
I once dreamed about a guy like you. But I'm damage goods.
I will never be . I will never see. I will never be free. I will never be once more. Sure its look good in the out. But,I 'm a girl that will never be without.
So, I'm doing you a favor when I say get the **** out.
Your welcome
Rose Claire Apr 2015
You were here I felt you on the edge of my tips.
Startled by my presence. I became drain.
It's a sickening feeling drowning in your own body.
No, WAIT!  I like water but, not this much.
DROWNING ~~~~~~~~
I walk with my eyes close tight.
It's somewhat comforting knowing I don't see.
From time to time I hear the rattling of my bones.
****, get it together.
But, the voices won't leave me alone.
The voices are all from me and sometimes from other's.
Shut the **** up and just leave me alone!
Clean Slate ; Clean Slate.
No!  Replay Replay....
Can I go back?
A laughter I hear alone.
Mainly I see the concrete below.
I look up once in a while and see the birds they bother me.
The doorbell rings it time for below.
Time for..well who cares. same old. Let's play it again Sam you the the tune.
Rose Claire Mar 2015
Don't walk to close to me. I don't like feeling alive.
Let up to me myself and I.
We decide.
Rose Claire Feb 2015
And I watch her, with nothing to say.
Needles hanging out of her pocket.
****, her best friend to belong.
Or whatever else she can cram
into her body.  
She gone, yet she walks.
For how long?
Rose Claire May 2015
Can you see me in moonlight corner?

Will tomorrow be tomorrow?

I will run into the arms of my lover.

Will you catch me before I fall?

No, for I don't know me.  

So, you can never be.

The rain pours through open hearts.

I, never full.

I look .... for me.

Petals not open.

Colors never seen... not even to me!

People never be.

I don't see me.  

Who am I?

A discolored, discarded rock.

Easily pass.

I live in this mind.

Will, oh will it ever be mine?  

Open walks in daylight showers.

Can I be touch, when I don't feel.

Will it ever be real?

Maybe, this is is as real as I get.

I thought,...more.

Yes, more!

Its hard to dig.

I feel damp and cold.

I will never be free in a sea of rocks.
Rose Claire Oct 2014
So you ******* left me.
You stupid fool.
Didn't you know we were going to be free one day.
But I guess you couldn't read me.
It's hard to read a cold *****.
I thought you were happy.
No you weren't  I'm ******* lieing.
So this is how it ends.
I shouldn't be surprise.
You told me that I made you this way.
Nice. ******* nice. Nice cross to bear.
I'm so sorry.
But it's not my fault.
I don't know.
Like we are here, and now your gone.
Listen we were split up for years.
How dare you leave me like this.
You told me ... Kay it's not me.
I'm here. I'm so sorry.
But you can't blame it on me.
Do you want me crazy like you.
I shouldn't have that.
Like you had other sorrows.
It wasn't just me right?
Dam it your dead.
You can't answer me.
No I'm not taking this.
You can't do this.
Kay maybe I'm blowing this all out of proportion
But your dead *******.
See I already feel bad.
Kay I'm done.
I'm  not going to get any answers writing to myself.
Writing to myself.
Writing to myself
Writing to myself.
I could of done more, I guess, I don't know.
I hope it doesn't last long.
Rose Claire Aug 2014
Just when I catch my breath and come up for air and feel the sun on my face. My eyes embrace the sun. It's shinny here. I'm not use to this place. So, I dive back under to where it's cold and dark . See, I'm comfortable there. I like the struggle. It's all Ive ever known.
I get tangled up in seaweed and sharks infest my world. I have to swim a lot or die alone.
Rose Claire Apr 2015
YOU TOOK SOMEONE'S CHILD!
And that child was me. I was a thing a puppet a delight for you now.
I was not to say a word. I was not to think.
Til now ------ Now my story unfolds.
To be con't...
I want to put under tags **** U!
Rose Claire Sep 2014
I take my fingers and wriggle them through the air.
I can see them dancing through the curtain bounce.
The crisp morning air makes me feel alive.
I am a plant I need air and sun.....
I like feeling ALIVE.
My coffee has never tasted so sweet. So, let's toast!
My feet are planted frimly on the floor,
I'm ready to open the next door.
Being stable makes me ABLE.
I like being able.
I like it here,
I'm going to browse some more.
And see what's in this forgotten store.
Yes, Good Morning news!
I will take a copy of that.
Wishing everyone a wonderful week.
Rose Claire Aug 2014
Twisted lies that you once denied, have  brought you to this other side. Snakes and demons have lied to your face. Making you lose all embrace. Now you are lost in a sea of millions. I can't save you now. Cause the world has deceived you. You will now be judge by them and not thee. You will  be drown by the thickest of thieves they will not rest till your body bleeds. Swim faster and get out of the water! But I know you are so tired.
And it makes my heart weak. One day I hope you can get out and breathe. Just breathe. Air is much better than water. ~~~
Rose Claire May 2015
Corners, crystals. midnight delight. Will this flight get off tonight?
Turning corners on straight *** lines. **** its nice to be out of line.
Turn it up and lets see who blows. Its funny to watch the freak show.
As long as I'm not starring in the one horse show.
I think that's a thoroughbred her to be fed.
You know their the fucken craziest their  fucken em bred.
Feed them the lion and they go for the head
Rose Claire Nov 2014
She that lay it on the old wooden floor.
To sounds that use to be but our no more.
No life lives here.
No one is no more.
One arm outreach trying to dig down.
The sound is deafening, the sound is no more.
He that lays beneath does not hear that scratching sound.
He is and you are no more.
I am trying to reach out to the bones above the floor.
But she cannot hear me.
This lady is no more.
I am parallel to both.
But I see the dancing clown.
And he can have no more.
Rose Claire May 2014
A game of chance?
            A roll of the dice?
                     A spin at the wheel?

Or is it as methodological as a chess board match. Each move filtered from the last.

Why, yes good man don't be a fool. Where you move now is where you'll be taken. One false step and it all could be mistaken.

So my life is built on a step ladder? The higher I climb the greater the latter?

Yes and no ---- only you will see later. Good luck my son you must journey alone.
          But remember.....
If you are constantly looking back then maybe you have taken a destructive path.
Reboot and untangle those twisted wires. For man was not built to sit for too long.
Rose Claire Jun 2014
Sparkling twilight zone of a world forseen
Who are you to guestion her of your love.
Branches scratches on the window pane
Of your love so mean.
Good luck sweet child you will walk alone
With a shadow of sorrow, empty promises
Of tomorrow that will never be
Sadness will rain upon your heart
And his soulless soul will fill your
Hole of promises that will never be
And you....well..you'll never be free
So go walk in the shadow and get lost
In tomorrow .......
Rose Claire Aug 2014
Get going you old glass stain mirror.
       For I've seen that reflection one to many times.
       If you stay docile any longer your body will
       get wash beneath the sea floor.
       Walk on and see what's down the shore.
       Or die here with the jagged rocks.
       The choice is yours.
Keep it moving!
Rose Claire Nov 2014
I don't understand how you can sleep so soundly when your soul is unrest.
Rose Claire Aug 2014
I'm alone and it's dark.
Why did you let them take it?
Why did you let them take it all?
God your so stupid.
It's all gone, the *** empty!
There is no more.
Oh my God I know!
What are we going to do?
Don't even talk to me, I'm not talking to you!
The *** is empty we can't fill it like anew.
I trusted you ******!
I thought we were going to be o.k.
Okay, I'm sorry I didn't know it was going to end this way.
Ya, you knew when you were giving pieces of us away.
How much did you think we had here?
Not enough to stay.
Just me sitting on the old dirt floor
Rose Claire Nov 2014
Sweet whisper of worn out timber.
Cover me in moss and consider me dead.
If I move a muscle bash in my head.
For hear is where the demon lie.
I want to be a mound where fresh flowers grow abound.
Don't you see the green grass?
On rainy days it smells like gray ash.
This is where I will be found!
Rose Claire Oct 2014
For those with kindle spirits May God bless you.
With those fiery spirits.
Don't look at the blemish in front of you.
He wants you to stay there.
Walk on dear child and see the flowers down the road.
There's more to see than what's in front of the clouds.
Rose Claire May 2014
Scattered pieces fallen everywhere. Why I do not know. For I already told a lie ----- cause I had no sense of self. Twisting, turning, burning.
I grab one piece and run, my blood soaked hands yearning for a life I use to know.
Rose Claire Oct 2014
Shoot me quietly stillness of the night.
Behold the tragedy of slippery moonlight.
Long and forgotten in some foreign land
laid one woman with one still man.
It all came to be lost along the shore.
That this world would never be theirs.
Wandering spirits that longs for no more.
May peace be upon you as you go through
the next door.
I just found out to day. My ex passed away. He struggled for years with addiction. R.I.P.  K.R. Iam so sorry as I know I passed you many times when I saw you longing for more. I hope you can forgive me. Love to you.
Rose Claire Nov 2014
When one fool talks to another fool. Maybe they should be looking in the mirror.
Rose Claire Jan 2015
I can see right through you dragger teeth and all.
Don't think you can have me. I will not fall. Your words
cannot tame me. I will not fall. Smiling oh so gleefully.
Entertainment for us all. Your weak I will make you weaker.

   Players cant have all the fun. Predictable ~~~ ya Im bored!
                   So long.
Pretenders take the fall.
             Bye
                Bye!
Ya, I like that I can rip off your head and sew it back on the next day.
Or the day after that.
Switch *****, switch.
Four dead strands and you again.
Dance like you've never dance before.
I like watching you flip. Funny like a *****.
Who's the ***** now *****.
Who's  the ***** now...lol
Ya I laugh your funny. See you in the rain.

Ya, don't ya know Grandma lost it.
She lost it on a grain of salt.

That **** no good man (laughing)

Its all twisted up like you.

Ya, lets celebrate applesauce for all.
You grind your teeth to much.

I like to watch you while you fall.
Rose Claire May 2014
Dancing, shifting, laughing through an empty light. Movement magnifies my cross of flight. Here we go again into the midnight.
Paralyzed by fear knowing something is wrong. I try to catch myself but my brain has moved on.
I am stuck inside this body with no hard drive. I don't know which circuits are still left on.
I am going through a tunnel or my body starts to float above. It's best to go to night with the lights turn off. Not flicking on and off like a strobe light show.
For I know here we go again and I m paralyze with fear. Can't talk, can't move, or move too much, or stare. Muscle movements, muscle twitches. Switches being overstimulated.
I am locked inside this body with no escape in sight. Please help me Lord! For the snake is  by and he is crawling in my head.
I feel like screaming out let this madness end.
But my voice is gone and he taking me for dead.
I have to breath.......I have to breath that takes all of my focus. I don't like people near by I like to be left alone for I have no control and it's a scary sight.
What you see from the outside is magnified a thousand times for me. For I felt myself falling in a blink of an eye.
It doesn't really matter it's not like you can save me. I cannot even save myself.
See, a gust of wind blew by me, and took me from myself.
Rose Claire Feb 2015
I saw her yesterday holes in her face.
Glass in her hand. A hold I cant embrace.
She used to be someone's child. But now the streets call her by name.
I couldn't stay to long. For maybe I would have remembered
where she belongs. But, she... she belongs nowhere she is none thing. She just a ******. Looking, there always ******* looking! That's why they cant have anything. Not even themselves.  
I like to hear  from her now and again. You know, just to make sure she alive. Alive, how funny that is!  If that's living I bear witness to
a corpse.
Awe, she was always a runner. Run baby run. You have no place to go. Circles, circles. circles.You just digging your own grave. Its always ground hog day your just going around the block.
Isn't it hard bashing your head.
Words she cant hear my WORDS. I lost her she cant find me.
I would love to take her by the hand. And let her remember the time we used to walk this land.
If she could feel my heart, I might have a chance. But, there no way
when .... when there's nothing. Nothing to behold. Her mind racing.
There's so much to do. She's very busy you know.
Ya,.. like most when there's nothings left to lose.
She's not just someone's child. This is my child.
So when you see a street child they did come from somewhere.
They are not nothing. She was so beautiful and smart. But she didn't believe and here we are lost.
Rose Claire Nov 2015
My daughter name is Brie Sarita. She used to write poems on here. She passed away Oct 10th 2015. Funny just looked at this site and her last poem was on Oct 10 2014. I just wanted to share
She was not just a ****** she was my daughter. and I loved her. She was just 20. I tried to save her. But love is not enough. I would trade in anything for her....now. Now thats it to late. fool I was
Rose Claire Nov 2014
Your just a blip of my imagination
A fragmented state of my existence.
Your nothing. But, I guess you could be something.
What? I may never know.
Something called unknown.
I don't know you.
Do you breath?
Do you walk alone?
Where are you?
I don't know where your calling from.
Your name is Norm?
Oh, normalcy.
I never met you before.
Your strange, I will slither alone.
Rose Claire Aug 2014
It doesn't have to end in a shakespearean way. For that has been done many times over. Its boring in a mind setting way. Final Act!
Courage must prevail.
Rose Claire Mar 2015
Your reality is what ever you feed your mind.
Rose Claire May 2014
Curvature lines that walk on by who do you think you are.Your bag a **** jeans and twisted face you've crossed the yellow line. You think you've got the world at the tail. But, everyone must toll the line. Your time will come and you will succumb to all your twisted lies.
Takers in this world.
Rose Claire Aug 2014
I say let's take two clamps and tie those veins off.
                                           And, watch the tissue dissolve into nothing.
I  will never tell.
Rose Claire Jul 2014
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Rose Claire Apr 2015
It's been said that TIME heals all wounds. But, does it?
I don't think so. The proper answer is distance.
If you were put back into that TIME and space.
Would you not feel that presence of pain?
Yes you would. Why? Because you are in that time.
All of the commotion, isolation, fear, worry.
Whatever; that agony was for you.
Would be present and, RAW.
It is DISTANCE from the actual event that will produce healing..
I am going to say AMEN.
Rose Claire Apr 2015
The kids play outside perfectly.
To a world never known.
So, sorry to hear that one day their brain will unfold.
Rose Claire Mar 2015
When will you come to me in
                    Glorious Light?
Breathe just breathe. Breathe slowly.
Breath--- My breath behind the shadows of crisp dew light.
I look for you. You don't come.
I can never say Good Bye
to our morning light.
I love you. But, you love the flight.
I have fought.
You can't see me behind your shadow casting crimson closing night.
Will you join me for the fight of your life?
I stretch my hand out to you.
You look inside,there is nothing there for you
          -------only you to subside.
Rose Claire Oct 2014
TIME a fleeting moment of no rest.
Sand that quickly slides through my fingers.
A ******* I see never to behold again.
Yet yesterday appears to be today.
Humans how foolish we are, how small minded we are.
How minimalist we are.
     How are you going to spend this great gift?
Cause yesterday is not today.
Although it likes to toll with us laughing all the way.
It's tricky how fast and slow it moves.
In its untimely way.
Rose Claire Aug 2014
A persons problem is relevant to them. Don't judge how small it is compared to yours.
Rose Claire Mar 2015
Your soul is what you collect along the way.
What have you collected today?
Rose Claire Feb 2015
You cannot save someone that believes there already dead.
wasting time, but I try...its just a lie I tell myself thinking I could make a difference.
Rose Claire Mar 2015
Sacred scars I once buried.
   Come boiling to the top.
   From the roads I once traveled.
Nothing can stop what you put into motion.
  Sometimes skid marks do not go away.
Rose Claire Feb 2015
You with the shameful eyes.
Why do you look through a painted surprise?
A sin that...that's keeps you within.
How does it feel there?
Shame --- Shame keeps you bound with chains.
I heard ya clattering.
It must be hard to walk with such heaviness.
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