..........
Blank
Unerringly blank
Tauntingly blank
White pages lie unmarked
Innocently staring
Unaware of the torture it does me
Crisp and clean
Is the paper
Chaotic and cluttered
Is my mind
Thoughts flitting past
Words whispering
Pictures assembling
Cacophony of ideas
Tripping over one another
But inspiration is not so easily expressed
Stark white
Of paper in front
Cuts through said thoughts
Like gunfire through a crowd
How to start?
Which words
Will paint the picture?
Pen presses to paper
But nothing flows
No physical barrier
Is stopping me
Yet ideas remain trapped
Beating demandingly
Yearning to be heard
Thoughts coalesce
Behind these lids
Unable to escape
Through the iron door
That is a mental block
I know, I know, I'm not a fan of short posts either... But this poem I made up is just too awesome to not post about. =D
Inspiration: Ninja Glare - by Nigahiga
I know how much you love this song, luunantic. SO, I'm pretty sure you don't mind me using your name.
<3 cynthia
It's been a while since I posted a poem or story. Actually its been a month and a half...
Anyways, this one was for english and its about the city (duh) Coz I was picturing Kinokuniya and then I thought of that large window that they have overlooking town square. Have you seen it? *sigh* So beautiful. I feel like going there now.
*****
The City
Sunlight breaking through,
Rays like fingers creeping,
Over the lofty rooftops,
And past the traffic beeping.
Hands pressed against the glass,
Gazing down upon the street,
If I listened carefully,
I could hear the city’s beat.
The line of traffic crawling,
A parade of colourful machines,
Beeping, honking, shouting,
Hues of reds, blues and even greens.
Skyscrapers towering above,
Tunnels running below,
Overpasses stretching onwards,
As people run to and fro.
The pounding of their legs,
As individuals wander by,
Savory smells drifting past,
From bakeries selling pies.
Couples huddle near the statue,
Socialites gossip at the café,
The homeless hide in shadows,
All this, I survey.
Away from all the noise,
I watch these events unfurl,
Behind this large glass window,
I sit and watch the world.
*****
P.S I like criticism. Good or bad, I don't care, just tell me what you think.
Hello Again
Ever since I came back from school, I've been on the comp reading short stories and poems. Why? Well let me explain.
In HA today, we were told that we had to enter a writing competetion called Write 4 fun. Apparently students from last year's HA entered it too and some even won. So after hearing that, I went onto the site and looked at previous winners.
Bad idea.
WHO THOUGHT THAT BLOODY YEAR 6 STUDENTS COULD WRITE BETTER STORIES THAN ME? LIKE ARRRGH.
My self-esteem wasn't very high to begin with and it probably dropped 3 metres today. Talk about discouraging ><
& OMG WHO THOUGHT THAT PEOPLE MY AGE HAD SUCH AN EXTENSIVE VOCABULARY. THISISSODEPRESSSING!!
Okay, I'll calm down. Seriously though, the standard for these contests are so high. One of the winners wrote a four-line poem and they had very good comments from the judges. So maybe I should just write a very meaningful four lines and submit it in.
E.g
O thy' sister
Why thou so infuriating?
Come hither
AND I WILL BASH THOU IN THY FACE
See how much emotion and technique I can fit into four lines? My inner emotions were poured out into the poem... etc.
Anyways I should get back to finding inspiration (also known as surfing the net randomly till I have something better to do).
<3sinfeeya
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