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

Monday, April 23, 2012

Dark Blue Clouds

Dark Blue Clouds
Every face with a trace,
Hints of grace and disgrace.
For every hint of sun in their brows,
A melancholy sigh with a hi…

Every seasons close with reasons,
Hints of shrubberies and flowing bees.
For every dark-filled cloud,
A contemptuous outsider to be a finder.

Every track that is black,
Hints of blood within a sudsed flood.
For every thunderous promise,
A definite liberation from their nation.
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