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, September 25, 2011

Your daddies truck


Your daddies truck

     A truck you can’t drive
It       runs on gasoline and,
leaves you stranded behind, alone outside---
The engine blows up and the tires make sounds:
br       oom                      oom      br  chu      ga
chu                                     che            che
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