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Have I gone too far?
I know I missed the curve
miles ago. . .

But how far have I gone?
The question with an answer
that has no meaning.

Was the question even worth asking?
Every ending must have a beginning,
but every ending must never start over again.

How have I become this man?
From a quarter century's worth
of a lifetime time lived in colorful
exasperations.

There isn't anymore questions
that I can ask myself with this solid lividity in my face.
All I know is that nothing is the same.

Each day just gets more and more strange.
It fills me up with this central gasp
Of the nostalgic grasp of yesteryear.

I've needed this flow
This current illusion of pain
I've watched it all go down
I've felt it all change.

I know what tomorrow will bring
The same thing but with a little more sting.
Bloodstain.
 Aug 2014 Claire Waters
dye
SOS #3
 Aug 2014 Claire Waters
dye
I built these walls
                          y - high t
                    k                 a
That are s                       l                        
                                       ­l 
But plain idiocy
It never occurred to me
                                                        abo­ve  
That the onslaught can come from
Or dig its way
                       underneath



It’s so useless to be armed
If you’re an easy **** from the start
snap out series
10/10/13
I want to write something great
Manual to eliminate hate
Words that permeate
So we all can create
I want to live in the love
Emotions of doubt rise above
Be at peace no longer feel the rub
My life is not wrong
Or words in a song
In us all lies a new dawn...
Rise like a Phoenix feel your soul burn
Ashes our memories it's how we learn
Know who you are...In you a star
We can go far..Don't need a car
Greatness in all..we rise..then fall
Some of us stall don't hear the call
We all have the tools even the fools
Can't lock up minds for breaking your rules
Politics and laws corruption the flaw
Governments and borders separate us all
Lines in the mind real is a crime
Common sense is even harder to find
Too political..This poets satirical
In us all lies multiple miracles
Here is a taste of the talent we waste
Judge not the generation of cut and paste
Silly my rhymes fracture defined
Free is the style that flows from the mind..
M.A.N 7-29-14 Had the day off today wrote a quick freestyle the more I read it I want to edit sounds better spoken out loud slam style..♏
 Jul 2014 Claire Waters
mads
Never, not once, in my life
Or past lives, even past centuries,
Have I been a formula.
I dance in the eyes of needles
And underneath the skin of skinless beasts.
I sing with my fingers,
Around (your throat) the pen
And I smile with a thousand hearts in my eyes.

I have never been the essential equations,
Numbers, measurements and shapes
That glue together formulas.

I am not normality that you can bottle,
I was born to drown in the sky.
Inspired by a comment of a dear Jim Musics from long ago. Thank you.
 Jul 2014 Claire Waters
mads
7 months,
    $400
         And a 1,178km medicinal trip
         To a freedom unbeknown
         And untasted by these eyes
         I am so ready, but is my life?

8 weeks,
              10 tests, doused in falsities that kidnap the education system,
              3 months and I am done,
             Finished and fully educated to their standard.
             So close and yet so far,
             I haven't learnt a thing.
I've almost finished my last year of high school... I've almost conquered my hatred and fear of the system... This is all I've got to hold on to, all that's keeping me going.
 Jul 2014 Claire Waters
mads
Isn't there better ways to diagnose me
Than asking me a thousand questions?
Couldn't you all just put a gun to my head
And call it;

10:42pm

July 22nd.

And then dance with my body,
Just like I used to
And stick pins in my mouth
And force a smile
Just like I used to
And put me on show one more time
Just like you used to.
I don't know what this is, but today was bad.
 Jul 2014 Claire Waters
Claudwell
slowly slowly
oh so slowly
i like the way that you approached me

nosey nosey
they're all so nosey
you would like to know
yeah if only

good time
bad time
happy i had mine
nothing hurts more than anything thats the last time  

good time
bad time
laugh time
sad time
nothing hurts more
but im happy i've had mine
I believe
it was Neruda
who once said
‘Tonight
I can write the saddest lines’.
Well I guess
tonight,
I can write
books,
encyclopaedias,
libraries
and still never say enough.
You are the words in my sentence
and the poem in my pen,
even now.
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