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

The Aisle

The Aisle
There’s no preacher here.
No way to hide your fear.
Drink up - consume 

She’s not wearing white.
It’s just not right.
Look up- presume

What’s this music?
Why country, metal and pop?
Listen up- assume

This laughter bubbling,
Dance feet trembling,
Hurry up- resume

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