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

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Burn



Burn
I want us to stay like this forever:
young and reckless,
with no scars, no pain,
in my room. 

I need you to stay in here forever,
while I’m your only center.


My hands burn with your every touch--
yet, I do not crave the ice
with its coolness, its steadiness.
And not for years will I.

Until there are only traces of what you’ve used
Only scars and immense pain
I’ll remember the days I wished you’d remember too
Not after…
                     Never after….
                                               The burn.


Friday, January 17, 2014

Noticed



Noticed
‘’I just want to be noticed!’’
His eyes shift uneasily across her silhouette;
‘’She’ll find out I’m simple.’’
His Index crosses his Middle,
as he shoves them into his pocket.  

His eyes inflame the corners of her lips,
‘’Shifty’s staring again…’’
No need to look up to find out who she meant.
‘’What a waste of space. ‘’
The hierarchy is wrong but set in stone;
the voices that don’t matter at all.

‘’Only so-so.’’



Four years later they’ll meet again,
her eyes will find his amongst the graveyard shift.
Her smile will be charged;
his presence will linger.

‘’Only not so-so.’’

She has her hands in her pocket.
She’s crossing her fingers.

‘’I just want to be noticed!’’  




Sunday, January 12, 2014

Eyes on fire



Eyes on fire
Eyes on fire,
the pulse that beats,
the rush you give.

Passage through life;
a menace to others,
a sin to me; my-
eyes on fire.

Numb to others,
not this urge--
Parade through the world;
the pulse that beats.

Blue swirls run through,
greens dazzle the sights.
Be in my veins with…
the rush you give.

My eyes on fire.