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


What would be pain,
Without the rain?

What would be black,
If no one would slack?

What would be being poor,
Without the urge of wanting more?

What would be trust,
If he grabs you without any lust?

Who would hold my hand,
When my wishes are so grand?

What would be hate?
If it was redeemed and faced too late?

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