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Friday 25 December 2009

Rose?


I shivered as I felt an icy chill travel down my neck. Rumor has it a child died here...


Entangled in my own thoughts, I watched on sombrely. Happy children giggled and chattered spreading glitter over Christmas cards, the walls, and the floor too. One child looked like an angel. Big Innocent eyes, blond springy ringlets and a big cheesy smile to match. She turned to look as she became aware I was staring at her.


Before I could stop myself, my daughters name escaped my lips. Rose? I whispered hoarsely. The word repeated its self like an echo in my head. Rose? Forcing itself out and shattering like shards of glass into a thousand pieces.


Mothers turned to face me, expressions of shock possessing their features.


''lunatic'' cried one woman, with dark brown eyes and an expression of poison on her face.


''I...I...I was just''...I stammered out trying to explain myself. It was no use. My words flew out like a slap in the face. Desperately trying to steady myself, I grabbed hold of the nearest hand I could reach. Tears streamed down my face leaving glistening tracks.


Rose a voice inside me screamed.


''my baby come here''


But it was no use. My words hit the walls and re bounded. No presence here but my own.

Rose had long ago descended. I was just a lunatic with a heart stuffed full to the brim of insanity.

Sunday 20 December 2009

Tagged

I've been tagged by Gavin, my reqirements are to answer the following questions and then to tag all the other amazing people I can think of :)

1. What is the last thing you wrote? what is the first thing you wrote that you still have?

The last thing I wrote was the two short poems below about the two things in the world which make me happiest.


Either the first thing I wrote that I still have was a poem about dinosaurs which won a competition or a poem at school for my mum. It was for mothers day about why I love my mum. It was a poem. I sometimes dig it out if I need a laugh. To sum it up, I loved mum for doing the cleaning. I remember it made all my teachers laugh and I couldn't understand why!

2.Write poetry?
I attempt to.


3. Angsty poetry
Unfortunately the tone of some seem to appear it.


4.Favourite genre of writing?
Reflective writing. (Yeah not a genre but hey) I like writing that makes people think.



5.Most annoying character you have ever created?

That's a tough one because most of my work is about thoughts and feelings rather than characters.


6.Best plot you have ever created?
Hmm, that's a tough one again. Probably the Shadow chaser, which I haven't posted.

7.Coolest plot twist you have ever created?
I really can't remember I have written so many.

8.How often do you get writers block?
Too often. Most of the time in fact. I like to vary my writing rather than stick to the same tone (defiantly something I fail at) Usually this means I am trying to think of new ways to create something exciting and different. Some days I just can't seem to get my ideas across the way I want them.

9.Write fan fiction?
No, its not my style.


10.Do you type or write by hand?
Most of the type I just start typing, but sometimes I like to write it by hand in a notebook. This is usually when I want to go somewhere like the woods or to a river which inspires me. Sometimes I write by hand to give myself a computer break though.


11. Do you save everything you write?
I save most things, usually because they contain a memory I can't bear to let go of. If I am writing to let it all out, I wont save. This usually ends up looking depressed and emo, which is not
a good thing.


12. Do you ever go back to an idea when you have abandoned it?
Not usually. If I see something which inspires me to continue I may give it another try.


13. Whats your favourite thing you have ever written?
This is an easy one! A ghost story I wrote for a competition. It was about a girl chasing a Shadow to find her soul. I think I scared myself reading it back. Dark and spooky is a style that comes more naturally to me.

14. Whats everyone else's favourite story you have ever written?
I have no idea. I tend to write for myself rather than others. I only know the opinions of those who comment.


15.Ever written romance or angsty teen drama?
Romance? Yes, but usually mixed in with another style. Straight up slushy romance is boring to read. Angusty teen drama?No not really.


16. Whats your favourite setting for characters?
That's a tough one because I tend to focus on the characters feelings and emotions rather than the settings.


17. How many writing projects are you working on right now?
I just started one writing a story behind a picture, but it didn't work out the way I wanted. I'm writing a poem for someone else so that is my main focus at the moment.


18. Have you ever won an award for your writing?
Umm...I won a couple of poetry competitions..does that count? maybe not then.


19.what are your five favourite words?
passion
motivation
love
hate
reflection


20.what character have you created that is most like yourself?
Most of my writing is written from my perspective so all of them I guess. Probably a character who spends a lot of time on her own thinking. A character who is best friends with her imagination.

21. Where do you get your ideas for your characters?
The character normally develops as my writing does.



22.Do you ever write based on your dreams?
No, I tend to write based on my current feelings. I save my dreams for in my head. Although I suppose certain pieces are influenced by them.


23. Do you favour happy endings?
No I don't. I prefer endings which are true to life. Although often in life there are happy endings, there isn't always. A poem or story which makes the audience think about their character, or their behavior is best. Even if sometimes it doesn't end the way the reader wants. So I guess I would say, I favour endings which evoke reflection.

24. are you concerned with spelling and grammar as you write?
That's one of the hardest parts of writing to me. I am picky about spelling and grammar although I am bad at it. If I or someone else notices a mistake in my writing I will go straight back and correct it.

25. Does music help well you write?
Defiantly. Often music is my inspiration. Music gives me the ideas and gets me in to the flow. I don't know where I would be without it.


26.Quote something you have written. Whatever pops in your head.
''Never too old to leave my childhood. Never too old to old to completely shed my childhood skin. Maturity has time to let me laugh back moments that I had tried to lock away. No room in my life to deny myself. No time to deny the moments that shape you. Laughter, smiles and honesty fall back into my outreached hands. Close around them and never let them go. ''

Now tag other awesome blogs

Oleuanna

Pierre

Saturday 19 December 2009

Two short poems posted by Soph

Rainbow soul
Brush sweeps across the pallet, erasing black and white. Combining oranges, pinks, blues and greens.Colours dribble and mingle.

Take the hand of your brother, for there is no perfect. There is no superior. There is no inferior.

When does an artist paint a beautiful landscape with just one colour?

Only one beauty exists;inner beauty. When the rain falls down let the rainbow of your soul shine brightly. It's time to join hands with your brothers and sisters.

We are all one race. We are all human.


Carpe Diem

Waves or pleasure surge through my body when I see your face smiling down at me. Looking at me and loving me. I shut my eyes again hoping you won't notice.

I hear your soothing whispers. I don't respond. I'll wait until later to tell you I was listening.

Your beautiful face, your soft smiling eyes. The way you laugh at my jokes.

You encourage me to achieve my potential. You are the person who makes me who I am.


~~thank you Gav for making me try something
different...I'm pleased I managed to do it :) you rock~~

Wednesday 9 December 2009

The beauty of art

Sometimes in life one can experience thoughts that are beyond capeable of being expressed by the human languague. Thoughts which require deeper exploration. Few people have the gifts or the creative flair to adress these inner thoughts calling them to produce a reflective peice of art work.


The main focus of a peice of art work is the beautiful composition and colours used to demonstrate the feelings and emotions of the artist. Each picture means more than just a peice of art to hang on the wall. They represent the painters outlook on life, and a way of untangling many confused emotions. It would be imposible for me to pick my favourite peice because each peice represents a different issue and a different perspective. However, Some works of art which really make me think are:



Study on the wall by Julian Opie- This is an extrememly thought provoking picture. What really grabbed me about it was the way the characters are pictured emotionless and empty. It almost looked as if they were looking out of a glass box. The expressions used in this picture are very significant because they are what creates the mood of the picture. The picture almost looks as if the characters are locked out of the room in a dream. The way the colours are kept to a minimal, using just black and white illustrates the drabness and the bordom the artist aims to convey through this picture. I can relate to this picture, as can many I'm sure. It reminds me of the feeling of not being able to connect properly.



The origin of the world by Anish Kapoor- This work of art is based mainly around the use of empty space. This appears to be endless, offering the observer the chance to try to find the end to an empty world. The black overall shape in the centre is a symbol which encourages the observer to put the world in to perspectice. The shape representing the world and the space representing the emptyness which surrounds us. When creating the peice of art work Kapoor clearly wanted us to think about the significance of a human being against the universe. The colours are used to show the bleak reality of our exsistance, and possibly that we have a chance to add colour to our lives.

Thursday 3 December 2009

The crime scene posted by Soph


At the time of the crime there were just 5 witnesses.


Hate


Anger


Jealousy


Truth


Greed.





Greed slapped jealousy in the face. Anger fuelled hate. Truth stood alone, staring into space.



Blood dribbled off the knife forming a pool on the ground. Honesty lay face down on the floor.




Truth looked hate in the eyes and enquired




''Who commited the crime?''




Greed yelled back, it was jealousy. Jealously blamed anger. Anger blamed hate. Hate blamed greed.




No one would accept responcibility for the crime.

Monday 30 November 2009

Is war the answer? posted by Soph

Broken world...broken people...broken love.


Is war the answer to our troubles?


Why must we take arms in attempt to resolve our conflict?


Why can no one give me answers?


Why...why...why?

Thursday 26 November 2009

My voice posted by Soph

Flood in the light to block out the dark,
break down the walls that guard the heart.

Reveal the secrets to cover the lies,
identity drowning in the tears of my eyes.

Innocence gone at the flick of a switch,
To love or to hate - I can't decide which.

Imagaination glows firey and alight,
Passion lives in me, gone is the night.

You make me laugh, you make me smile,
time spent with you, seems so worthwhile.

True love kicks the heart and tears at the soul,
Finally motivation,i'm left with a goal.

To live or to die is not a hard choice,
when hapiness speaks out love is my only voice.

Tuesday 24 November 2009

Never again posted by Soph

Words can't describe the tension in the atmosphere. Each breath felt like one step closer to the end. Every so often I would hear him whisper comfort to me, but it didn't register.


I felt his hands stroking my hair, and every time we heard a slightest noise both of us would jump and he would grab my hand tighter. After a while I tried to relax us both. I kissed him gently but it was no use. I could taste the fear on his lips.


He got us in to this mess in the first place, I thought to myself. I let out a deep breath just to break the spinetingling silence which engulfed the room. I was almost thankful when he reached his arms out moaning, as if he was in a bad dream which he couldn't break out of.


I knew I was going to have to say something to him sooner or later. Clasping all the courage I could reach, I managed to mutter, I thought you said you weren't going to do it again?


He nodded gravely, merely to acknowledge what I had said, but didn't reply. Frustrated I tried again. I wanted to hit him hard.


''You could have killed me I choked out.''

It wasn't like that'' he said, anger clearly possessing his voice.

''Then how was it?'' I answered equally as defensively.
Arms folded, my face in creases of rage.

''It was just something I had to do.''

''Oh yeah'' I drooled sarcastically back,

''just like feeding the cat.''

I knew I was provoking him. I didn't know just how far...

Thursday 19 November 2009

Curiousity posted by Soph


I am the urge to look, experience, feel new things,
the urge to see new places,
to taste new sensations.

I am the start of a lifelong process,
the end of a closed mind,

I am opportunity,
I am fear,
I am happiness,


I am the chance to explore.

I never seek it, it comes with me everywhere,
It causes me to experiment,
It causes me to ask questions,

Its not an option, its not a choice, its not a feeling, nor a sense.

Its a part of everyone, but few embrace it,

Its something I didn't look hard to find. But something I can never loose.

Wednesday 4 November 2009

Time to make a difference posted by Soph

In 1993, a young black man, Stephen Lawrence, was stabbed to death on a London street by a group of white youths. Stephen was waiting to catch a bus home and was targeted by racists who killed him simply because of the colour of his skin.

Sixteen years later we could ask, what has changed? Racist attitudes still pervade society even though racism is against the law in countries such as the UK. However, today’s teenagers have a golden opportunity to help stop this and build a fairer society for tomorrow.

Racism is a kind of prejudice and its roots can be complex. Some people are prejudiced against others because they or their family come from a different country, because they have a different way of life or just because they have a different skin colour.

Racism often involves making fun of people, turning them into ‘outsiders’ and bullying them. To the perpetrators this may seem like harmless fun, but for the victim it is no joke when they have to suffer such ignominious attention.

Sometimes people are beaten up or even killed in racist attacks. I think that everyone has the right to be treated fairly and equally and that no one should have to suffer from prejudice. But each year, over 3000 cases of racist attacks are tried in law courts in the UK.

People who are prejudiced often learn their attitudes from others. They may hear other people making racist comments at school, in the street or even on television. Or perhaps a member of their family has racist views. It is very easy for them to believe and repeat what these people say without questioning how the victims of racism are affected by such views.

Prejudiced people often take a very one-sided view. They may make stereotypical comments. However, even after just a cursory consideration on the subject it is very easy to see these comments are untrue. A person’s intelligence and character are not pre-determined by their race or their appearance.

Sufferers of racism can feel cut off from other people. Teenage victims may find it hard to concentrate at school and their work may suffer. If they start missing school they can easily become more isolated from the people they used to trust and this isolation can then make matters worse.

Sometimes, racism can get out of hand. Fights can break out and people can be seriously hurt or even killed. Often teenagers are either the cause or the recipients of racist abuse but in reality racism and prejudice come in many forms and are problems for society to deal with as a whole. For example, some people suffer from racial discrimination at work. They may not be offered a job in the first place, or they may not be given the chance of a better job even when they have earned it.

Racism and prejudice are not new problems. Throughout history, some groups of people have treated others cruelly just because they were different from them. One of the worst examples of racism was slavery. Slavery began thousands of years ago. Between 1600 and 1800 over 11 million people were forced to leave Africa and sent to work as slaves in the Americas and West Indies.

Long after slavery ended, people were still prejudiced against black people. One person who stood up for the rights of black people was Martin Luther King, a black church minister.

In 1963 he made an inspiring speech in which he said ‘I have a dream that one day little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers’. The next year the US government passed new laws that made it illegal to treat people differently because of their colour or race. Sadly, in 1968 Martin Luther King was shot dead by a racist killer.

As today’s teenagers we need to think carefully about the sort of society we want in the future. We can all make a difference to the way other people are treated. If people are being racist we can point it out to them and we may be able to help friends stand up to racist bullies. Without racial prejudice in their lives, people can enjoy being different and have a lot more fun together.

Teenagers can help ensure that the racist attitudes of the past are not continued. I’m sure you’d agree the spirits of Stephen Lawrence and Martin Luther King as well as millions of people living in the future would really thank us. Together we can make a difference.

Tuesday 27 October 2009

Moulded by experience - still the same old Soph.


Surges of unknown love leap through my body...
A spring in my step. My features melt- close to a smile for the first time in months.
My weathered hands reach out to grab moments of my childhood back.
Do you ever know what you have until you have lost it?

Moments I thought I could never re live drift back. Snow coating my heart melts to form a puddle on the ground. I hear laughter. Its me.

Like a butterfly in a cocoon I thought I had shed my childhood skin. I thought I had spread my wings and flown away. The current of the wind blew me back home.

Still the young child at heart, painted with a fresh coat of experience. I never truly lost it. I just had to dig deeper to find it.

My wings stronger. Ready to fly in the wind. Still I need a kiss to make the scratches heal. Each moment captured like a snapshot in my mind. No pictures can be frozen. No time can be reversed.

Never to old to leave my childhood. Never to old to completely shed my skin. Maturity has time to let me laugh back moments I had tried to lock away. No room in my life to deny myself. No time to deny the moments that shape you. Laughter,smiles and honesty fall back into my outreached hands. Close around them and never let them go again.

Thursday 22 October 2009

Struck dumb posted by Soph

Standing before you,jumbled words sit on my lips. Battling to escape. I question whether they will fill you with joy and warmth. Or close around you like a wall, forcing distance between us.


I fantasise about what we could share. Where we could go. Yet fear creeps up on me. Long bony fingers waiting to grab me and take me hostage.


Still I stand before you. Waiting for emotion filled words to collect. Like waiting for rainwater in a drought. Time stands still. I know your waiting.


I try to summon up the courage. Scrambling to pick up every cracked fantasy. Like beads slipped through my fingers- spilled on the floor.

Sometimes I lie in bed. I content myself with just watching you. Jumbled words still sit on my lips. Struck dumb.

Monday 19 October 2009

Borne to stand out posted by Soph


Today I'm not going to write in a complicated way, subtly (ahem) hinting to you how I struggle understanding lessons and friends...other people in general. I'm going to tell you plainly where I went wrong and how I am going to fix it.


I want you to imagine your me (scary thought I know)You want so badly to be able to fit in, but yet you feel like your borne to be different. You don't strive to have the most friends in the world, neither be the prettiest girl any ones ever met. You love to learn, but still you find lessons difficult. You want to do well and you have high aspirations but you aren't clever. All that matters to you is that you be yourself and do the best at getting where you want to be in life.


Strange wasn't it, living somebody else's life I mean. My guess is your reading this thinking that everybody has problems and I'm just making a fuss about nothing. Actually your wrong. The reason why I am addressing you today is to put forward one simple idea into your heads. The idea that everybody endures struggles. All I want you to do is understand that the situation can be turned around.


Confidence is all you need. Have the confidence to know that you can change things. To know that YOU are in charge of your life. Strive to be the best at being yourself. That's all you ever need for a perfect life.


A while back I think I wished for everything to be perfect. I think I really believed that a perfect life is possible. Its not. Every hardship that you come across will add to your experience. So I would like to leave you with one final message. Lifes not perfect, but you can be the best at being you. All you need is the right mental attitude to do so.


(Wow you actually stayed awake XD...its always a good start)

Tuesday 29 September 2009

Unvacant Space posted by Nanda

A moment passed and you were still sitting there
Did you realize I was starring at you?
How I'd love to take that vacant space beside you
In a moment I was already imagining our would be conversation
Now I feel like a fool

I couldn't say a word

Loving you was one kind of torture
Oh my lips would not dare to just say a simple 'hello'
Vacant space, it was still there
Earning a glance from my lonely eyes

You'll stay that way
Only next time
Unvacant space, I'll be there sitting next to you.


Dedicated to that special someone, I truly want to sit beside you :)

Thursday 3 September 2009

Anger posted by Soph

Wednesday 2 September 2009

Posted By Nanda

My love would want to reach into the depths of your heart
On a stary night I would whisper, when will you love me back?
Hours of uneasy sleep will accompany me
A lullaby that will caress me while I sleep
More time, I need more time to make you mine
An everlasting sunshine shall await us, but before that day comes
Day by day I'll wait until the cloud in my heart passes away

Tuesday 25 August 2009

Inspiration posted by Soph

I look for you everywhere, yet I find you nowhere, you creep up on me in the middle of the night. You hide from me when I need you most.

Don't ever loosen your grip on reality, it will snatch you back one day.

Stop hunting for the golden key. There is no such thing as perfect. No key is going to unlock every door, just as no button will control every person.

The fire is extinguished, but as long as the wick remains the flame can again spring to life.

I've hidden you where I will never find you. Removed all traces of you. Burned you on my candle. But still I feel your presence. What are you?Who are you?

Monday 24 August 2009

Wait for me posted by Soph

I suppose you think this is just a game?
Playing with me like a toy in your nursery.
Hopscotch on the playground.
Manipulating me.
Winding me
up by a
rusty
key.


Why am I the one playing tag with you?
You are always going to be
two steps ahead of me,
two years older than
me,two lifetimes
apart from
me.

Hopping and skipping from one step to the next.
I'm going my fastest.Why won't
you slow down
and wait for
me?

Why are you in such a hurry?Time will wait.
We can't play games anymore
Stop pretending that you
never tricked
me.

Did you intend to hurt me? By making it painless
you hurt me more,
Why do I still
love
You?

Tuesday 4 August 2009

Secret Admirer posted by Ananda

Secret Admirer

Quietly (sshhh...)
I put the letter on your desk
Quietly(sshhh...)
I went out of the class
Oh, oh quietly
I felt something in my heart go hooo oh oh

Reff:
Secret admirer
That's who I am
The one that always dreamt of you
Secret admirer
Your number one fan
The one that always thinks of you

Quietly
I was praying for you
to notice me
Quietly
I was praying for you
to love me

Reff:
Your secret admirer
That's who I am
The one that always dreamt of you
Secret admirer
Your number one fan
The one that always thinks of you

You never know when true love comes
No, no (2x)
You never know when he suddenly notice you
So come on baby lets go!

Reff:
Your secret admirer
That's who I am
The one that always dreamt of you
Secret admirer
Your number one fan
The one that always thinks of you

Nanda: Woops! I'm embarassing myself with this song. But this is actually my first song that I wrote which got an applause from my friends :P The sshhh.. part like when you try to sush noisy people, is a background voice that my friends did for me while I sang it in front of my arts and music teacher! Don't like it? Love it? Throw all those comments at me!