constellations of thought

the ideas 

are glimmering speckles of light

and together they make 

constellations; 

pictures of stories older than time 

depicted upon the black canvas of the 

sky. 

it's by the stars 

that I make my way through the 

moonless night; 

I'm starstruck by the dazzling lights 

that stretch before me in 

an endless expanse, 

flickering mesmerizingly before my eyes. 

and maybe, just maybe, 

if I stand on my tippy-toes and stretch, 

perhaps I can reach them 

and pull a few down 

to sift through my hands and pick 

which one to change 

into the morning sun.

today is Britain's National Poetry Day! the theme is stars, and I thought it'd be fun to do something :)

Two Clocks, Two Hearts

in the days we live, 

time is both cruel 

and kind; 

our separate clocks are ticking 

and 

washing the pain  

and our wonderful memories. 

our time together is past us now, 

our clocks tap to a different beat, 

but it was one of those moments 

where we were temporarily in sync 

that unveiled the shadows from 

my eyes and mind. 

is it strange that 

only now I see your hand 

extended to reach mine? 

maybe I blindfolded myself to you 

after we parted ways. 

a remnant of the string 

that bound us ages ago 

is still tied to you, 

much like how it's 

fastened around my wrist; 

a constant reminder. 

the burning red of the string 

is now finally 

fading in the sunshine 

that shines brilliantly in my eyes. 

I start thinking about 

the us that we can't go back to

no matter what. 

But there's no time for regrets 

or what-ifs, 

our clocks are ticking away. 

I close my eyes against the brightness 

and listen to the ticks of our pendulums 

drift towards each other. 

When they sync, 

I take your hand and smile. 

We can start a new beginning, 

a new friendship, 

and walk away from the shadows 

together.

hello there! sorry for such the long dry spell over here. 

this is based on some real life happenings... my first love and I are...reconnecting you could say, which is very easy to do since we've known each other for so long. to be honest, I'm glad, because I value the friendship I had with him for a long time. this poem was inspired by the song "Answer," which I have recently found and love. watch it at this link, I love the lyrics a lot. you'll see many references in my poem to the song.

just a little update

hi there!

I haven't been on Mindscape for a bit, sorry. school just started a few days ago, I'm writing three separate novels right now, and I've had no poetic inspiration for the last week or so.

I'm hoping to post on here again soon, either with photos or poetry.

in the meantime, come visit my novels! me and my co-authors would enjoy your readership.

until later,

-Kiki

Waiting Outside

I confess it confused me,

and hurt a bit

to know that there are still

bars between us,

that we're so close yet

so far.

"Was it me?" I asked myself,

"Am I not enough?"

But then I realize that 

no one's to fault, 

it was just the wrong time to try, 

your gate wasn't ready to open. 

I think I'll learn 

to be content 

just waiting outside, 

it's not too bad out here; 

because you are still you, 

and I am still me, 

we can chat and laugh and 

be happy together 

like we always used to be.

happy birthday to my darling, bunny and purple loving friend!!!!

a quiet day to celebrate my 15th birthday :)
just what I want.

Phoenix

The crimson ruby sun, 

a phoenix falling behind 

the veil of night, 

feathers wispy across the 

carnation and cornflower sky. 

Its lovely sibling 

wanes weakly upon the opposite side, 

smiling serenely and rising,

looking into the phoenix's eyes 

as it falls to the 

Earth and is swallowed 

by darkness. 

The pearl moon, 

the silver dragon, 

is now 

the ruler of the sky.

The Page

Blank and staring, 

daring me to fill the emptiness. 

The pen. 

Filling my blank world 

with the silky, night black, beautiful ink. 

The words. 

Sprouting like trees, 

growing into a great masterpiece. 

The poem. 

A magic spell 

to capture and hold its audience.

I was doing a major clean-up of my disaster of a room (think hurricane hit area, and you've got it), and I found a notebook with some old poems of mine. This poem, the first in the book, was kind of my gateway drug into the world of poetry. I had written it for a school district-wide poetry/illustrations contest called "Urban Voices" when I was in grade 6, and it got published. Back then, I didn't realize that this poem would open up the door and reveal my love of poetry, so I'm thankful that I managed to get the chance to write it as part of the contest :)