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, September 24, 2011


We grew up like grapes in a rusty vineyard;
The wind, always trying to break us apart.
Our surroundings seemed as if a dream on a hot day,
Beautiful from afar, horrendous to be a part of.

The more they pulled, the harder we stretched;
We broke down and fell apart;
Waiting to be held—Picked up
The sand, their hell, our heaven:

We both don’t want to end up as cheap hot wine

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