Another attempt to write a poem, it kinda sucks.
Darkness
Sorrow
Pain
Enclosed around
Eyes opened
But only shadows about
See yourself reach out towards the illusory light
Hear yourself cry aloud
Yet you find nothing returning
All hope perishes
And Solitude, persistent as ever, continues.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Book Review -- Omega Place
Not much things to write about recently. Most of the time i write things related to books i have read recently, but I've been reading books which i can't really write anything related to it, so i thought i might do a book review.
This book is similar to George Orwell's "1984". It's about the squad, called Omega Place, attempting to make the public aware about the fact that there are too many cameras around and they should do something about it. One thing i like about the book is that in the end, nothing was really done about the cameras. The squad of seven was destroyed, their leader and one of their members killed, two other captured. Not really sad ending, but still, it's not what i expected. Throughout the story they have been trying to change that, but in the end nothing is achieved. Normally their action would have some impact or something. it's something like 1984, when in the end Smith was killed.
This book is similar to George Orwell's "1984". It's about the squad, called Omega Place, attempting to make the public aware about the fact that there are too many cameras around and they should do something about it. One thing i like about the book is that in the end, nothing was really done about the cameras. The squad of seven was destroyed, their leader and one of their members killed, two other captured. Not really sad ending, but still, it's not what i expected. Throughout the story they have been trying to change that, but in the end nothing is achieved. Normally their action would have some impact or something. it's something like 1984, when in the end Smith was killed.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
The World
Not sure if this can be classified as a poem. It's kinda like a conversation between two people or a mental struggle. Never quite considered it finished. At the moment when I was thinking about the last two lines the dogs next door started barking. A bit similar to a scene in "the Green Fool".
The world is dying.
Everyone knows that
But no one’s responding!
That, is too bad.
We must do something,
Not now, we’re busy
But the world is crying!
Now, don’t make me feel uneasy.
The world is dying.
Everyone knows that
But no one’s responding!
That, is too bad.
We must do something,
Not now, we’re busy
But the world is crying!
Now, don’t make me feel uneasy.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Hunter
I was bored. Sometimes i don't think much when i write. This is a short one, a really short and simple one.
A wolf was running through the forest. It sped past the hunter at lightning speed. For a moment, the hunter was dazed. Then, he raised his gun and aimed. The first shot missed, and the wolf continued running, trying its best to escape from the hunter. The hunter sprinted to another location, where he could easily spot the wolf. The hunter raised his gun again. He waited. There was no movement. He waited some more. Hunting was a game of patience. The bushes rustled, and the hunter aimed at it. He did not fire, for he didn’t know whether it was the wolf or not. He continued waiting. In less than a split second the wolf pounced out from the bush and hurried away from the hunter. The hunter kept calm. He aimed, and fired a shot. One bullet, straight through the pelt.
The wolf fell.
A wolf was running through the forest. It sped past the hunter at lightning speed. For a moment, the hunter was dazed. Then, he raised his gun and aimed. The first shot missed, and the wolf continued running, trying its best to escape from the hunter. The hunter sprinted to another location, where he could easily spot the wolf. The hunter raised his gun again. He waited. There was no movement. He waited some more. Hunting was a game of patience. The bushes rustled, and the hunter aimed at it. He did not fire, for he didn’t know whether it was the wolf or not. He continued waiting. In less than a split second the wolf pounced out from the bush and hurried away from the hunter. The hunter kept calm. He aimed, and fired a shot. One bullet, straight through the pelt.
The wolf fell.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Night
The setting is in my school. It's pretty weird, but i felt that i had to write.
Shira was still in her classroom at seven in the evening. She hid her bag under the teacher’s table, so it was impossible for any one to spot it outside. Then, carefully, she lifted her head and peeked out of the window. No one, they did not know that she was still in school. She stood up exited the classroom. Cautiously, she ran across the fourth level, past the music rooms to a secluded corner which no one visited. There, she stayed until everyone left the school. The security guard closed and gate and returned home. Quietly, after a long time, she stood up and stretched. She looked at her watch, and hurried towards the side of the field. There, she would meet her friends. No, they were not humans. It would be too obvious for so many people to hide in school. They were creature, awesome creatures that only appeared at night.
Gradually, the creatures appeared. They were magnificent creatures. Some took the forms of creatures that existed on Earth, like wolves, tigers and lions, others, who are more abstract, took the forms of imaginary ones, not only unicorns or dragons, but also creatures that no one ever thought of. Spirits, she would have called them, but those creatures called themselves Shadows. She met those creatures for the first time a week ago, when she stayed back in school to see what the school looked like under the moonlight. Ever since that night she would stay back to peek at the Shadows.
Shira laid down on her stomach and raised her head and counted the number of Shadows that night. One, two, three, four… … there were only thirteen Shadows. Just a week ago there had been more than fifty of them. Without making any obvious movements, Shira laid down again. The Shadows were talking.
“Where are the rest?” one of them asked.
“Gone. They sensed human presence nearby and didn’t want to be caught.”
Shira froze. Was it her presence that they sensed.
“Wimps.”
“Clever, I would say. If I’m younger I would have gone too, but I can’t now, being so old.”
“Quiet! I hear something!”
Shira couldn’t see, but she swore she felt the Shadow’s eyes staring in her direction. For what seemed like a thousand years, Shira waited. But there was no sound. Slowly, she peeked at the field. The Shadows were gone, because a security guard was patrolling with his torch.
Shira was still in her classroom at seven in the evening. She hid her bag under the teacher’s table, so it was impossible for any one to spot it outside. Then, carefully, she lifted her head and peeked out of the window. No one, they did not know that she was still in school. She stood up exited the classroom. Cautiously, she ran across the fourth level, past the music rooms to a secluded corner which no one visited. There, she stayed until everyone left the school. The security guard closed and gate and returned home. Quietly, after a long time, she stood up and stretched. She looked at her watch, and hurried towards the side of the field. There, she would meet her friends. No, they were not humans. It would be too obvious for so many people to hide in school. They were creature, awesome creatures that only appeared at night.
Gradually, the creatures appeared. They were magnificent creatures. Some took the forms of creatures that existed on Earth, like wolves, tigers and lions, others, who are more abstract, took the forms of imaginary ones, not only unicorns or dragons, but also creatures that no one ever thought of. Spirits, she would have called them, but those creatures called themselves Shadows. She met those creatures for the first time a week ago, when she stayed back in school to see what the school looked like under the moonlight. Ever since that night she would stay back to peek at the Shadows.
Shira laid down on her stomach and raised her head and counted the number of Shadows that night. One, two, three, four… … there were only thirteen Shadows. Just a week ago there had been more than fifty of them. Without making any obvious movements, Shira laid down again. The Shadows were talking.
“Where are the rest?” one of them asked.
“Gone. They sensed human presence nearby and didn’t want to be caught.”
Shira froze. Was it her presence that they sensed.
“Wimps.”
“Clever, I would say. If I’m younger I would have gone too, but I can’t now, being so old.”
“Quiet! I hear something!”
Shira couldn’t see, but she swore she felt the Shadow’s eyes staring in her direction. For what seemed like a thousand years, Shira waited. But there was no sound. Slowly, she peeked at the field. The Shadows were gone, because a security guard was patrolling with his torch.
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