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

Monday, March 21, 2016

Too happy to weep

I don't feel the loneliness creeping up on me...
I can't write about this--
Not anymore

 I can only mimic the echo of my dismal voice,
but alas,
Nothing compares to this being with you
this unloneliness
.
.
.
Yet
I am not whole;
I am incomplete
A tethered soul
.
.
.
And till the day I die
This manner I will be,
but alas
I am too happy to weep






 
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