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, March 27, 2012


You had me at taco,
with your sunglasses worn inside.

Who knew that meal was the first of many?

I had no money,
everybody else was eating;
they were all trying to make us talk.

I thought you were handsome,
but the awkwardness didn’t fade away;
you seemed indifferent so I backed off.

Walk with talks,
then I seemed indifferent and you didn’t back off.

You have me still, while tacos make us reminisce.
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