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

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Freedom Bird



Freedom Bird
He holds me and I feel like soaring high,
Chirping my little tune,
Stretching our black and white wings.
 
The way he loves me,
I fall and he sees me fly;
he holds me and I feel like soaring high.

Finding no reason to cry,
within his steady hold,
chirping my little tune.

The ground singes our feet,
but all I feel is his hold while
stretching our black and white wings.
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