Lost at Sea

who am I?
i don't know anymore.

i tried finding my identity in a book
i tried to see myself in my surroundings
but there is no answer
there is no answer to my call for help
i'm on my own

i'm adrift
shipwrecked in a unknown sea
surrounded by the wreckage that is the only thing left
of a large ship composed of childish allusions
the ship was frail 
in leaked the sea
and soon
the ship's splintering entity was destroyed

nothing but ghostly whisperings of a golden past are left
and those fade quickly 


disjointed and awkward reflections from late night ponderings

~ K A T H R Y N

Daylight, Come Soon

She takes the thought in her hands, feels it. It runs through her fingers like a kind of sticky bitter water. 
Dream juice.
She wants to immerse herself in it and get as far away from it as she can, all at the same time.
What to do with it all?
Laying her head down on the hot and damp pillow, she attempts to clear her mind. She shuts her eyes, counting as high as she can.
The clutching grasps of incessant imaginings tear around her mind. 
Daylight, come soon. 


~ K A T H R Y N

Back to Routine



I apologize for the lack of posts for the past 6 weeks-I just had my phone with me, and I was not going to try typing up a wordy post on that.

Since it's been a while, why not do another of those random, discombobulated life posts sprinkled with a a dash of insanity and reality? 


I took a lot of dance photos

I hate looking at dance photos or videos of myself. I cringe and criticize until I just want to call it quits and live my life like a lamenting walrus. However, part of me wants to have those pictures to track my personal progress. So, I'm sharing some of the ones I took over summer intensive. I might share some "artsy" ones I took later. Perhaps. 

School starts this month *slow crumple of dispair*

My philosophy is that once school starts, Summer ends. The fluid flow of imaginative pondering and subconscious revelations of the mysteries of life is quelled as the brain is stuffed with equations and formulas.

No dearest mum, I am not being dramatic. 

This year in addition to the required classes, I am taking accelerated chemistry (a bad idea), instrumental ensemble (don't know what to expect), and art (yay!)

I feel the urge to write

I havn't written anything except to-do lists the past few weeks. (Well, I wrote in my head but that never sticks around.) I can't wait to write some poetry or short stories this week.  


~ K A T H R Y N


Finally Summer


On Friday I had my last final exams--beyond relieved school is done. 

Last night I had my first show out of three...it's a busy time at dance! I woke up this morning sore all over, and I have class tonight. Currently trying to stretch everything out as I type this. ;)

~ K A T H R Y N



i stood looking up at the painted sky
tracing the lines of eternity

others had seen the scintillating canvas
they had felt the golden halcyon 


a haze of feral visions
stories waiting to be told

but for now i stay on the ground
i must wait to take flight


~ K A T H R Y N

P.S. What kind of posts do you want to see? I'm thinking of ressurecting Tea and a Read.



a faint breeze wafts by
memories almost forgotten, feelings still mysterious

you get drunk on the smell of sweet floral air
intoxicated with the taste of delicacy
your head is filled with nonsense
your heart is almost bursting

stories are told again, in softer tones
that carry harsh meanings
you're wishing it all goodbye with a tear in your eye

my image


~ K A T H R Y N


Little Dreamer Girl

a short snip of story that i scribbled while waiting at school yesterday


she filled her lungs with dreams
felt their ethereal wings flutter through her
the nights were long, but she didn't mind
she had written a thousand stories in her heart

one day the dreams were taken away from her 
the scintillating life source was quelled 
nothing to breathe, to love, to think upon on lonely nights
a once pulsating glow turned to cold ashes

she inhaled but did not live 
thought, but did not ponder
believed, but in frigid reality
where did you go, little dreamer girl?

i miss the warm summer nights
when eyes glowed and breath came fast
magic floated on the air like a song
waiting to be sung by YOU
little dreamer girl

now you sit on the mantle
staring at nothing with painted eyes
do you feel any remembrance
can you taste the memories,
little dreamer girl?

this beautiful tree lives on our block and her name is Cassandra

~K A T H R Y N


Brake or Break?

sometimes i want to step hard on the brake, holding life and love and space in a piece of ice
i want to numb every little thing that bites into my hard skin and leaves more than teeth marks
this is impossible, but i won't break because i can't brake
i'll just accelerate even more
because what doesn't kill you makes you stronger
and its all just a bunch of overthinking

A random little piece from over a year ago.

~ K A T H R Y N


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