Hi!

Welcome to my poetry blog!

I am a twenty-four brown-eyed Aruban wanderer;
forever questioning where I'm going
and where I've been.
And when I'm not reading,
I'm writing. When I'm not writing, I'm reading.

Furthermore, writing has always been my
way of captivating a deep thought, grief,
lost love, depression and even hatred (sometimes).

Feel free to read and comment on my weird,
puzzling, obsessive, reckless and sometimes
confusing poems. It's all about what you
interpret from them that gets me buzzin'!


Thank you and have fun reading y'all.

-Lily Clarisa

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Foolish stupid boy!

Foolish stupid boy!
If ink was forever,
Why would you say whatever?
The pain in art,
Couldn’t compare to your burrito’s fart.
To play the games,
Is to compare the same.
To run the miles,
To wear the styles.
To be born with gold,
Makes people old.
Sweetest songs,
Reminds rugged teenagers of smoking through their bongs.
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