Wednesday, 9 November 2016

1:15am


"she sits surrounded by the deafening silence,
usually the streets are still alive with noise even this late at night.
the rumble of ongoing traffic, 
the wailing ambulances and shrieking sirens,
The rattle of the ttc on the iron rails.
but tonight it’s silent.

the cars appear to glide silently down the road,
there aren’t even that many anymore.
it seems today, that the streets below are empty.
the moon shines brightly in the darkness of the night,
yet it appears to be a cold beauty,
it has no light of its own, but that which it reflects.

she feels empty and alone,
literally and figuratively.
sometimes like this, she doesn’t even know if she feels anything,
or if it’s a defence mechanism where she tries not to feel anything.
she is a girl with too much love,
and nobody to love.

she has feelings and she cares so much,
but it’s not the same if you don’t know it.
people will say what you are,
but she wouldn't want you to be anything else,

than what you are to her."


Tuesday, 18 October 2016

Staring


"Sunlight streams through the window,
spilling in golden rays upon the countertop.
My frozen toes on the cold, stone tiles gradually warm up.
Sunlight pours through the window,
creating a patch of light and warmth where my dog naps.
Slowly, but exquisitely does the sun rise,
its rays reaching and illuminating 
the darkest corners of the world.
The sun warms us and brightens the day.
Then, without even watching the time, 
we are watching a brilliant sunset melt into the horizon;
changing the colours of the sky 
from orange-yellow to pink, to purple, and then a soft baby blue.
Even when the sun has gone,
I close my eyes and the image remains;
burned in my mind."

                                                                                 ©Alexandra Kuo

Monday, 15 August 2016

Sanity

never really knowing what you'll find down the path

Sunday Clouds


white rock beach

houses on the hills

white rock pier and rolling clouds


Saturday, 23 July 2016

Calm Night


when your heart feels heavy
with a weight you can’t unload
a burden you can’t just shrug off your shoulders

if only,
when you feel numb and empty
but you’ve lost interest in just about everything else
you’re bored but nothing seems to work
you just can’t be distracted
and yet you’re distracted all the time
because you’re tried so hard to avoid it

if only

but no matter, once again, you’re stuck
like holding a glass ball
so beautiful and simple but delicate too
you know better than to drop it
but of course, I fumble and now im left surrounded
by the broken pieces
if only,

I wasn’t human
I could just shrug my feelings away
I could just not feel.

  © Alexandra Kuo

Friday, 1 July 2016

Unexpectedly Breathtaking

A drive that had to be stopped,
a picture that had to be captured,
a moment that had to be paused,
a moment that had to be had.


A Day in June

the sweet and the sour

like something

Procrastination

take one

sky ablaze with colour

drip drip drip pitter patter

blurred thoughts

sharpened sky

2 seconds


almost black and white

dream again

Sunday, 29 May 2016

Sudden

inspiration
less tilt[ed]


















split sky by unconscious phone