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, October 9, 2011

Ourselves



Ourselves
We blossomed happily red.
We cut ourselves with poison oak.
We stumbled and green dew spilt from our stalk.
We rejoiced with the new seasons.
We grew with days and years,
But we cut and stumbled, cut and stumbled.
Now I am wondering if we should keep stumbling and cutting,
Ourselves...

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