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

Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Friday, July 10, 2015

Lost Love Poems

 
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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.


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.

Some days I dream of your long hair;
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.

Some days I lie around thinking of you;
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.

There are words,
yelled down streets,
that live,
with each young breath.

There are words,
sung with you,
throughout the years,
that make us real.

There are words,
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 

Doom.
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

Doom.
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.



Walking with you outside;
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.



Watching you eat;
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. 



Waiting for you to recover;
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.



Loving you eternally now.
I’m watching you sleep.
Your eyes are closed.
But I’m yours.



I’m yours forever.