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

Sunday, June 12, 2011


I feel so sexy,
In my bra tagged Maxy.
I feel like conquering boys,
Flirt, smile, wink to get ‘toys’,
Curly hair, belly flat.
Drooling guy, ‘’wanna touch?’’, such a rat!
Cigar smells, black label lips.
‘’Hex me’’, he said and almost slips.
But I’m not theirs,
Not even the ones with high reputations or those long black hairs,
My attraction wouldn’t ever compare to his,
He’s hot, funny, kind, nice, talented, fucking happy for I am his miss,
To me, my attraction next to him is lower.
I don’t care, he is mine and he is sober!
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