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
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
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Friday, July 10, 2015
Lost Love Poems
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.
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.
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.
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
Only scars and immense pain
I’ll remember the days I wished you’d remember too
Not after…
Never
after….
The burn.
Saturday, June 29, 2013
One Syllable
One Syllable
Some days I wake up with your name on my lips;
just one syllable,
And my heart aches for days.
just one syllable,
And my heart aches for days.
Some days I dream of your long hair;
Prettier than mine,
And I wake up smiling.
Prettier than mine,
And I wake up smiling.
Some days I daydream about our days together;
flashes of laughter and love,
And find myself twirling the ring on my finger.
flashes of laughter and love,
And find myself twirling the ring on my finger.
Some days I lie around thinking of you;
how bittersweet it still is,
And you must probably loathe me – with;
how bittersweet it still is,
And you must probably loathe me – with;
Just one syllable.
My Words
My Words
There are words,
murmured in darkness,
that bleeds,
during the day.
murmured in darkness,
that bleeds,
during the day.
There are words,
yelled down streets,
that live,
with each young breath.
yelled down streets,
that live,
with each young breath.
There are words,
sung with you,
throughout the years,
that make us real.
sung with you,
throughout the years,
that make us real.
There are words,
said by me,
that die,
with each passing year.
said by me,
that die,
with each passing year.
My words to you, my dear.
The Aisle
The Aisle
Doom.
There’s no preacher here.
No way to hide your fear.
Drink up - consume
There’s no preacher here.
No way to hide your fear.
Drink up - consume
Doom.
She’s not wearing white.
It’s just not right.
Look up- presume
She’s not wearing white.
It’s just not right.
Look up- presume
Doom.
What’s this music?
Why country, metal and pop?
Listen up- assume
What’s this music?
Why country, metal and pop?
Listen up- assume
Doom.
This laughter bubbling,
Dance feet trembling,
Hurry up- resume
This laughter bubbling,
Dance feet trembling,
Hurry up- resume
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Bugszy
Bugszy
Sitting on my mattress;
I’m watching you sleep.
Your eyes connect to mine;
You’re mine forever.
I’m watching you sleep.
Your eyes connect to mine;
You’re mine forever.
Walking with you outside;
I’m smiling at the sun.
You run over to me;
My heart explodes.
I’m smiling at the sun.
You run over to me;
My heart explodes.
Moving days-
I’m carrying you upstairs.
You’re a little scared;
I hold you against my heart.
I’m carrying you upstairs.
You’re a little scared;
I hold you against my heart.
Watching you eat;
I’m annoyed with your back to me.
You are such a sneak;
But I will be there no matter what.
I’m annoyed with your back to me.
You are such a sneak;
But I will be there no matter what.
Eying your moves;
I’m worried about your little steps.
You are falling and disoriented;
My heart stands still.
I’m worried about your little steps.
You are falling and disoriented;
My heart stands still.
Waiting for you to recover;
I’m too hopeful to be scared.
You take your meds;
But my heart sinks.
I’m too hopeful to be scared.
You take your meds;
But my heart sinks.
Crying at your grave.
I’m too sad to think.
You must come back -now-
I need you to be okay.
I’m too sad to think.
You must come back -now-
I need you to be okay.
Loving you eternally now.
I’m watching you sleep.
Your eyes are closed.
But I’m yours.
I’m watching you sleep.
Your eyes are closed.
But I’m yours.
I’m yours forever.
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