Merry Christmas!

Well, this holiday has been quite eventful. Black outs and ice storms and family schedules.
I haven't been in a very festive mood lately, but that doesn't stop me from wishing all of you guys a very merry Christmas (or if you don't celebrate Christmas, a very merry Wednesday).
ヾ(*´∀｀*)ﾉ

Honesty

why is it that

I write for you during 

the strange hours

of night,

when I'm drunk

on fatigue

and fingertips drag along

the keyboard

when cliches I hold back

run off the tip

of my tongue

and into

nonsense;

garish butterflies

drowned by

unnecessary words

when I become

so candidly honest

that it borderlines

absurdity

and I can't help

this overflow

of love?

Water

They say

that love is a fire,

singeing,

burning,

devouring everything

in its flames

of passion and lust.

But your love 

is more like water:

seeping through the cracks,

soothing burns,

enveloping with

quiet lulls of ripples

that fluidly change 

into crashing waves

and back,

eroding walls,

dissolving me slowly
and gently
in
your arms.

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You make my soul

feel

the thrum of quick heartbeats

under your fingertips,

the flush of

longing

lust

love,

the shivers

that reach my very core.

Within

those waves of

incessant kisses

irrepressible vocality

irresistible pleasure, 

the tethers I had so 

carefully tied around my heart

come undone

and I become lost in

the moment

my emotions

in you.

378 Days

You once said

that you could only write

of the concept of love as

a hypothesis

made solely from 

the observations

of love lorn friends pining away

and characters on the screen

that kill and cheat and die for it.

It's been 378 days

since love

wasn't just hypothetical anymore;

would you have gathered

the words to explain

the complexities

that still elude me?

Regrets and Frustration

Laments override

logic as his

words spill out in endless

paragraphs on the computer screen;

full of 

past regrets,

past mistakes,

current love,

current regrets,

future prospects in the dozens

with possible future regrets;

too many things for

one girl to wrap her 

head around

and she's glad

he can't see her fists clenching

and her typing growing into violent

stabbing of the keyboard

and she wishes that

the problem would solve itself--

--alas,

another notification on the screen

presents itself

and she can't close the computer on him.

The curse of the softhearted friend.

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My life is just
a procedure to
be repeated,
no useful function behind it except
to exist and be
recursive upon itself.
A program,
predictable,
nothing except pseudo-random events
that only comes when
called.
If I had the option
would I
relocate and 
clear screen?

I guess I lied when I said I would post more often. Sigh...
School is stressful (hooray for crunch time!), I'm expending all of my creative energy towards drama scripts and rehearsals. Excuse the pessimistic tone this poem headed towards...I suppose I'm just tired.

However, I do still have enough to take photographs and work on the novel North by North (it's over a year old now!). I'll try posting more photos (I keep on forgetting!), but in the meanwhile, check out N by N :D
G and I would appreciate it.

Happy New Year!

Hello everyone!

Yes, this poor blog is severely neglected, but hopefully that'll change over the course of 2013.

It's pretty amazing how much things can change over the course of a year. Finding new friends, new love, new interests and new projects are all things that happen over the 365 days, and I guess you don't really realize how much things have evolved until we're back at the beginning of the calendar and looking back at the past.

I don't normally do New Year resolutions since I'm horrible at keeping them, but I guess I could list a few:

• exercise more  
• read lots of books that I normally wouldn't 
• listen to some good music that's different from my normal playlist
• write at least once a week (whether they'll be posted on these blogs, I don't know) 
• go out and take more photos! 
• spend less time on the computer procrastinating when I could do something creative instead (maybe 50% of what I do currently)

Hopefully, they'll eventually all come together by December 31st. Maybe if you lovely readers could remind me ever so often? :) 

May your year be full of joy, 

-K