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

Mrs. Rollen Millow

Mrs. Rolen Millow
Curses the cuts,
Heals your lust and lots,
Feeds your heart,
That’s its art,
Sweeps your heart’s dusts.

Forgetting, forgiving a true must,
Roses for aches,
Ounces and thousands in lakes,
Where her body streams,
All her wishes for love it seems…

She streams and streams till one day she found her,
So now she is whole,
For that was her goal.
She found her pieces which were stolen,
In the hand of one called Rolen.

For then and on
Her smile, her fun.
Her heart, her pillow.
Forever and more, Mrs. Rollen Millow.
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