Poem #10: War



An event of chaos and death


Is caused by human emotions;


Hate, anger, greed and jealousy


Because of these, humans have become blinded


In war, blood is split


Death is everywhere; flames engulf and never blow out


This, event, a war, is caused by human negative emotions


Those humans all want one thing




All you humans only want power




Can you not share?


The world belongs to everyone


To stop this madness, I will personally


Destroy each and every weapon and explosive in the whole wide world


And put an end, finally to all wars.


Poem #9: Sun, Moon & Stars

The start of the day is signalled

when the sun gently rises over the thin horizon

Shining its bright and warm light over the lands of the world

Waking the animals from their slumber

At the middle of the day the sun is half way through its daily routine

Close to the end of the day, the sun is setting back to its bed.

In turn the silver brother of the Sun rises from the same place as its brother rose

It stops in the sky and it shines down onto the land signalling sleep for the animals.

The silver and shiny Moon looks down on the lands and feels alone.

Small sparkly points appear in the sky

This lightens the Moon’s night

Then the cycle continues

The sun works at day and the Moon and stars watch over at night

The three guardians, the sun, moon and stars

Poem #8: Souls

Everyone has a soul within them

each one is different

you think of a soul of being all light and shiny which hold all of your positive emotions.

You see yourself as a good person with a clean soul.

But no, no one but our Father has a pure and clean soul.

A small percentage of the world has within themselves a dark soul.

This does not mean they are monsters or demons.

This means they do not fear darkness, but in turn embrace it.

Their soul is purer than light souls.

You ask what my soul is?

My soul is pure but covered in a shroud of darkness

Now look within your soul

What do you see?

Poem #7: Nature vs Technology



These two large powers in the balance of the world

Nature covers the world and has been around since the dawn of time

Technology is a new form.

It is slowly becoming dominant

There are two forms of this new power

One is a destroyer

The other a saviour

The destroyer will bring destruction onto the land

The saviour will heal the land

So my dear fellow, humans

Which will you choose to live and fight by

I cannot choose for you, look deep inside your heart

Do you choose to destroy or to protect

Poem #6: Others

These are poems I wrote back in year 7 to year 10. This particular one is based on a book called Night Watch by  Sergei Lukyanenko


We are Others

We can be Light

We can be Dark

We can choose

to protect you

or to kill you

All of us feed on humans

We light ones feed off your positive emotions

We dark ones feed of your negative emotions

There are many different types of Others

Vampires for Dark

Shape Shifters for Light

But why can you not see us for who we are

Who are we?

We are human

Poem #4; We are humans?

In the modern world
Humans interact with humans

They are many different types of humans

Colours, religion and gender

But do not forget.

That humans are not the only things that are different

Do not forget the animals

We are also animals, but we have evolved from the simple monkey

Into the human we are now.

This evolution may be good but also is bad

Because of our evolution we have become more aggressive and warlike.

We have caused death and destruction to the world and its inhabitants.

But the good in our evolution is that we have brains to stop our bad habits
We could stop poisoning the air we breath

We can stop killing the animals of the world

We can create cures to battle the viruses that are in the world.

They are only few of humans who wish to use the world to their pleasure

They have no guilt of what they do

They will pay when they see their consequences

But when I ask you, when?


Poem #3; Surrealism

The exquisite (adjective) corpse (noun) drinks (verb) the new (adjective) wine (noun)

Make no sense and do not dabble in logic is the key of making a good surreal line

The stalking wolf slithers to his new prey

The shimmering white fades into old darkness

Air Gear Fanfic : Chapter 1

The Beginning?

It was a calm and gentle morning. The sun crept over the horizon and warmed up all the animals from their slumber. This day would be wonderful for everyone. Not a cloud in the sky, beautiful sunshine and a cool wind.

High school had just finished two days ago which meant all the teenagers would be going off to the beaches, parks, forests and foreign places.

The only thing most teenagers would not go are quarries. No one goes there and nothing can stay long there. That is why it is a perfect location to hide a large underground base. Hundreds of complex tunnels lay underground, a hundred or more metres downwards. There were 2 large hall sized cuboids over four hundred metres deep underground and only one or two tunnels were connected to them.

Only the people who lived in these tunnels or the person who constructed them would know how to manoeuvre around underground.

In the middle of the quarry where old junk piled up and sand was blown everywhere stood an old grandfather clock. This was larger that the ones you would see in antique shops. An average sized person could step into it and stand upright.

It was ticking. The hour hand was closing near to ten o’clock in the morning. The minute hand moved second by second until the chime came on. It went on ten times and then stopped. It began ticking again. Another sound was heard from the wind. It was a melody, a lullaby or a musical sonnet.

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Poem #2: What Am I?

I wrote this at lunch hour, watching from afar at my fellow students.

What Am I? Tell me what Am I?

I lurk in the city suburbs
I drink the blood and eat the flesh of the low class.
Their blood is very sweet and their flesh is chewy
I cannot get enough of it

One day a middle class drops by and I try him
His flesh is meaty and his blood is so sweet
I lurk now in the middle level of the city
They are my feast. I need more.
One day I hear from my lunch about the high class.
Their blood is thicker than water, and tastier
I ponder as I rip my lunch and sip the red ooze.
I ascend to the highest level and gaze at the wonderful food
They dress like kings and eat like gods
I faint from lust and love.
I am in heaven
So tell me, What Am I, my sweet, sweet dear lunch