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

Saturday, June 29, 2013

My Words



My Words
There are words,
murmured in darkness,
that bleeds,
during the day.

There are words,
yelled down streets,
that live,
with each young breath.

There are words,
sung with you,
throughout the years,
that make us real.

There are words,
said by me,
that die,
with each passing year.

My words to you, my dear.
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