Clare the Artist : Writing

Natural Prison

Natural Prison

A Poem by Clare the Artist


we all have a place where we feel trapped. I just thought it would be cool to post mine here.
Peace?

Peace?

A Poem by Clare the Artist


It's been on my mind for a while.
This feeling

This feeling

A Poem by Clare the Artist


The feeling of FINALLYbeing at peaceNo longer caring about stressbut instead enjoying life to its fullest.Is it REAL?or is it just a figment of my IMA..
You have no idea

You have no idea

A Poem by Clare the Artist


i get nervous around this person and have no idea how to act so im just "boring"
When the Moon Shines

When the Moon Shines

A Poem by Clare the Artist


When the moon shines only then can the crippled walk outWhen the moon shines only then can the evil in this world be destroyed,burned to the ground. A..
Bleeding Rose

Bleeding Rose

A Story by Clare the Artist


These roses bleed like tears bleed as it runs downIts sharp thorns stripping away my pain...slowlyThe pain subsiding These roses drenched in bloodThey..
Broken

Broken

A Poem by Clare the Artist


Silently crying constantly. As I walk around mentally, physically, and emotionally crippled. Do you hear me screaming? Do you hear the pain and ..
She

She

A Poem by Clare the Artist


She yells at me but she cannot seeShe burdens me with these words yet she refuses to hearTo hear my side of the storyTo see how i struggle everyday bu..
Darkness

Darkness

A Poem by Clare the Artist


I'd wake up in the night faced by the pitch blackdarkness surrounding me closing in as if suffocating meas the shadows grew closer and closer whisperi..
Alive or Dead?

Alive or Dead?

A Poem by Clare the Artist


The heavy hardbreathing of every second The beating of my aching heartMovement of my arms and limbsall signs of life but i wonder... am iALIVE OR DEAD..

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