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, October 19, 2013

Wings of Love

Lovely, enchanting
Fluttering, panicking, capturing
The moment I fell

Concrete Porch

Concrete Porch
He swept;
broom- behind us,
as if we were dead mites
collected from seven years in
his house.


My fledgling heart grows
for the curve of your broad hand
the oak in your veins.
Lover, don’t cut my russet wings.
Take me as wild as tame.

I will keep you safe
in the nest no hunter games
with the life of Nature.
Your Master I will be. But-
take you as wild as Falco.