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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

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