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

Tea Cup



Tea Cup
Pick a flavor,
Try your luck,
Yours to savor,
Lose a buck.

Shaped round,
Hand-painted,
Lips to mound,
Slanted.

Tea cup,
oh, tea cup;
fragile in my hand.

Tea cup,
oh, tea cup;
put the red linens away.

You’re my hot tea cup,
My flavor to savor.
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