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

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Sunday Kiss

Sunday Kiss
You’re the face of failure
An old cloth of wishes
Blotches of regret
Yellowed from your choices

Your youngling suckling on firm breasts
‘’Another drop, another dollar saved’’, you say
Bless you heart
You thought this wouldn’t be your life

Your callused hands ache again
A summer job, now your paying gig
‘’But I’m home’’, you’ll say and
You’ll blow every passing plane a Sunday kiss

Bless your heart
You’re the face of failure
Eagerly indifferent

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