Pages tagged with Synthaea

Wikinut is a place where you can write a simple page as well as a star page as you get to know the techniques of spicing up with some catchy images and special formatting. I have many friends at Wikinut whose articles I love to follow, and this is a way I can follow them from my blo...
I was seized by a sudden flood of concepts and had to grab the nearest bit of scrap paper. The notes grew of their own accord into a rather interesting structure. It's lovely when months of writer's block are interspersed with occasional surges of inspiration. :) A bit of almost-Evane...
This one is strange; wrought from the oddities of my subconscious, I believe. Inspiration was derived from a hair-clasp sitting on my desk and from conflicts within me; past pain and allusions to a friend at the fore of my mind. Five lines per stanza? Why not.
My mood was dull, I wished to lift it, I wrote down all the things that meant the most to me. It was never intended to be a poem, and I didn't label it as such until my best friend's mother made it the A-level Year 13 free verse poetry exemplar in the New Zealand English curriculum. I...
I wrote this a couple of weeks ago for somebody, decided to publish it now. A bit of pain, a dash of uncertainty, some love-oriented thoughts and sentiments. One of my few poems that actually rhymes.
This drifts between negative thoughts, it's a bit of a darker poem. Well, black is actually all the colours, not the absence of colour, so logically I should perhaps have called it "Lightless"... but this isn't optics, it's poetry. :P
As the title implies, this one is for loverme, a fellow Wikinut poet who has come to be a dear friend to many of us. Loverme wrote one for me, so I thought it only fair that I do her/him the same kindness :)
Ooh, narcissism! Generally I don't indulge in it to this extent, but eh. Loss of love often brings out the worst in people. This poem is one of the bravest things I've ever written, because it makes me look so awful. :P
I got bored in a motel room a while ago and scrawled down a brief philosophical/ecological rant. Here 'tis.
This was inspired by aden kendroemen, a writer here on Wikinut, and is a reply to a comment he made on one of my pages - http://www.wikinut.com/love-s-cruel-sense-of-humour./1d14mjji/cxds-tgu/ - regarding love, hurt, relationships and trust. So, upon finding that my response had assu...
A deeply painful tale, which is sadly true. I not only wrote this but sent it.
Some days, it's all too easy to forget that it is ultimately you who controls your mind, your perspectives, your life.
This speaks for itself really. (Xkcd fans will likely get the reference.)
A bit shorter and sweeter than usual. I felt the need to write, and I miss him. (Who would've thought? These both seem to be unsettlingly recurrent themes in my poetry.)
A late-night poem, born of lack of sleep and thought soup.
Well, not really, I just thought that sounded amusing. /insert thought-torrent here Oh, and "a not-so-hidden message..."
Again, I began with a word preoccupation (this time, 'resent'). Why do my poems seem to stem from these? Hmm.
Thought + emotion = poem. Maybe later I'll regret having written this. Who knows what the future will hold. All I know is that anger is what I feel, right now. Thanks go to Alice Cooper, Marilyn Manson and Three Days Grace, for unknowingly lending me their lyrics for contortion.
More snippets. More bits and pieces. An impulsive triplet-couplet, a simple yet cryptic societal comment, an emotion-explosion and a disgruntled hypothetical tale.
Snippets. Bits and pieces. A thought-couplet, a paragraph on suicide, a spontaneous plan.
Excuse me while I have a little rant at Western society, human nature and the world in general.
General confusion, punctuated with intermittent rational cognition and fervent emotions.
This is extremely personal to me, in the sense that it was advice written specifically for myself, and thus I doubt many will be able to empathise or even understand :). However, it will provide anyone who's interested with insight about me. I hope someone recognises the D&D reference...
I do believe the darker side of my muse has come out to play.
It's a stream, it's a stream, it's a stream of consciousness again! >.< I'm gone, and I'm lamenting the absence of him... again. Somewhat the sequel to Departure.
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