When looking through Facebook, I stumbled upon a  friends blog. It was then that I realized that I had created one several months ago and abandoned it. I am now prepared to nurture said blog and write things on my Incoherently whimsical life that may be borderline insane. I realize that few maybe even no one will ever see this, but I feel that this will be a great writing exercise I can have fun with over summer break. Anyways I should introduce myself.

Salutations Humans,

My name is Kay-Sea, I am a friendly New Yorker which is an oxymoron. I am newbie poet, and I had the amazing privilege to have one of my poems published in Nyack Colleges The Fine Print.  This gave me the push I needed to really pursue creative writing as a career. I know that chances are that I will make enough money to feed my non-existent Lizard,but to hell with that. This has never bothered me before. Things that I fancy would be reading, listening to peoples mix -tapes in open fields, writing, and breathing.

The point of this blog is to help me become a better writer, being able to get my thoughts and ideas out of my brain and into the atmosphere, and to entertain that one person who will probably read this blog and follow it religiously.

Cant wait for what's to come and I hope you enjoy!

Bye,
Kay-sea.

Poem#1

I have waited for you
To come and dwell withing my inner most thoughts
To dine in my depths
and bask in the profundity of my soul

 It is there I will surrender
It is there that lies my incandescent desire to be yours
and forever in your favor
It is there that you will find me in my weakness  
and bare it as your own
It is there that I my sin is exposed 
yet you call it your own

and you set yourself as a living sacrifice to reside in my inner most being.

" The Death of Ophelia" by Kay-Sea.Adelle (Auto Biographical/Fiction)

Ophelia  began to frantically pace across her soiled carpeted dorm room floor. In search for apart of her that could never be revealed to anyone... She had lost herself. She couldn't remember when or where it had left, whether it had fell out of her pocket on to the road side or if she had left it by the corner chair  under the Gazebo. She began to pant and yearn for a taste of her old self , but something tantalizingly scandalous was prohibiting her from entering such rest. Unable to gather memory, she paces a little quicker and stubs her toe on the side of her desk and shrieks in anguish. She remembers...the pain and tight chested feeling she had endured as she trudged the hallway, getting ready to encounter him. He was the reason why her world  had been obliterated. He mad her think. He made her push for truths that were personal and not apart of the masses.She wasn't a single wallflowers intricately designed in a vast field by God, in fact,she was the entire field portrayed in all its glory. A radical change has been bestowed upon her and she is to embark on an endeavor of such a magnitude that  not even death can stop her.