MIRRORS

Mirrors can be deceiving
Mirrors can make us perceive something that's untrue
And make us believe that it's true
And that is why
That person hates mirrors.

That person is a teen
A normal teen that person shall not be
Rarity is what that person searches
Hence, that person is nobody
But itself.

Why, dear deceitful mirrors?
Why do you make that person contemplates
With such matters that the person isn't capable to judge
nor evaluate
Why did you deceive that pitiful teen?
Is that teen really naive?
or just ignorant with the real world.

That teen, let me burden you with a secret
That teen has another reality
That can only be seen inside that teen's mind.
Mirrors on the wall
You can't look inside
As that person has banned
deceitful beings
to enter inside that confined world.

Inspiration: Sylvia Plath's Mirror
11/10/2012
Thursday

By Nur 'Adilah (LG2201)

Free-Verse Poetry Contest - [First Place]

Name: Adam Ar-Rashid

Class: LG2201A

Semester:1

Title: Anaruxi, The Shadow Guardian

Work Count: 247

Category: Poem

Brief Summary: Imaginary Partner In Saving The World

Other Details: -

In this lonely day nothing standstill upon the way
Beautiful sky in blue vanish and turn to grey
Fear fill in when people choose not to stay
The one who’s weak become a bait for the prey

Demolition past through like a wind blows by
No one shall cry because tears have dried
The one who still live wish to die
But not for me, this is just a beginning, not goodbye

I’ll fight them all with all the guts I got
MY SHADOW GUARDIAN always there behind my back
She will never let me be any ambrosia or anyone whack shack
I’m like a brick wall that no one can ever crack

Anaruxi, an amendable creature that you are
You make me strong and come this far
Pull me up when I’m feeling down
Hold me back when I’m about to drown
Thank you, because saving me from darkness of time
Now my life worth more than a dime

I do know that your power have limitation
I’m sorry; it’s just too much temptation
I’d push you too much under desperation
I just want to make the world free from destruction

My hope right now that’s someday you will come back
Be by my side like Sally and Jack
I’m willing to give my soul for eternity
As long as you’ll come back and we stay in this fraternity
We can make this world bright again and full of entity
Most important, the love of us can conquer all, entirely…

Free-Verse Poetry Contest - [Second Place]

Name: Nur Jalilah Binti Abdul Aziz
Class: LGB5D
Semester: 5
Title: The Underdog
Word Count: 490
Category: Poem
Brief Summary: A free verse poem based on how I perceive myself and how many other women who are considered wall flowers see themselves.
Other Details: Since it is a free verse poem, I wrote some words that are considered as slang such as "ain't" which mean "I am not/isn't", "I'ma" which means "I am going to" and "bling bling" which is a word that means heavy jewelry. These words are commonly heard in The United States, usually spoken by people of the African American ethnicity.


Hello, nice to know you,
I’m your average underdog,
I’m not as ugly as a frog,
But I’ve got a figure that matches the blob,
Nice to know you,
Goodbye,
I’ve got loads to do.

Hello, nice to meet you,
You know what’s been ailing,
My waist line is spreading,
I can’t help complaining,
That none of my anime is playing,
It was nice to know you,
This meeting totally ruled!

Pleased to meet you,
Forgive me my uniform,
I’ve done all I can not to conform,
I think it’s best to inform,
That nothing I do is the norm.

Well, hello there, we meet again,
I hate that sharp words can penetrate my brain,
You know it’s such an awful strain,
To have to always block out the pain,
And desperately wished that,
I could just get lost in the rain.

Hey there, you make a lovely sight,
Can’t stop getting my voice heard right,
Probably because I ate the queen with my knight,
A great struggle ‘twas all for naught,
As I’ve lost the fight,
With trembling hands and a load of jitters,
And a body that got chewed by critters,
I look away to lick my wounds,
I hope a triumph is dawning soon.

Hi, this is getting to be a bore,
One of the pretties just caused an uproar,
She just went down real low on the floor,
The very idea disconnects my jaw,
As being such a show off gives me an eyesore.

Hi, there, will you please listen to me,
I try so hard to please,
I try so hard not to hurt,

And I don’t have boyfriends,
Because I don’t know how to flirt,
I’m not quite that sad,
But I suppose desperation has been quite bad,
I try my best not to give a care,
Usually I succeed as nobody stares.

Well, it’s been nice knowing you,
I’m just your average rock star,
Unfortunately, I can’t seem to play the guitar,
A lot of the “fanboys” would rather just drown me in tar.

I have lots of close friends,
The type of friendship that transcends,
I have not one man in my life,
Well, with the exception of my dad and brother, Ike,
I try not to stand out in a classroom,
I’m the girl who will shrink in the boardroom,
I can’t dance, I can’t sing,
There ain’t no way I’ma get me some bling bling,
I don’t do drama, used to watch Futurama,
I wear kaftans not Escada,
Still put on that wicked blue eye shadow,
Don’t think make up is shallow,
I guess I’m not just your average underdog,
I’m a woman emerged from a mysterious fog,
I’m my own person with thoughts and feelings,
And not anyone can purchase that with shillings.

Goodbye, my friend, it was nice knowing you,
I’m glad that I’m no longer so blue,
Hope to once again talk to you soon.

Free-Verse Poetry Contest - [Third Place]

Name: Armiwaty Ratimin
Class: LGB4A
Semester: 4
Title: I Can't Read You
Category: Poem
Brief Summary: About how hard to understand people words and thought.


I'm a Man, not a saint..
I'm an interpreter, not a mind reader..
I'm working on words, not riddles..
I'm reading the lines, not your veins..
I'm uttering my love, not signing my anger..
I'm sorry I can't see my fault, 'cause my eyes too blind..
And I'm sorry I can't read your clear mind, 'cause I'm illiterate...

I learnt characters and figures, not shadows nor bubbles..
I took Maths and Languages, not sighs nor giggles..
I counted numbers, not heart broken pieces nor tear towels..
I'd been tested on board and papers, not on frown nor stare..
I wrote on screens and sheets, not on smoke nor air..
That's made me bad at evaluating of what I see..
 While those made you sucks at your ABCs..

Free-Verse Poetry Contest [WINNERS!]

Greetings, everyone!

The Young Scriptor Club is happy to announce the three winners of the Free-Verse Poetry Contest! We thank those who have submitted their stories for this contest, and to those who did not get what they wish for, please try harder next time! To the winners, you have until 15th April 2012 to claim your prizes.

The winners are as follows:

1st Place: Adam Ar-Rashid Bin Mohamad Rasdi (LGB2A) - Anaruxi, The Shadow Guardian
2nd Place: Nur Jalilah binti Abdul Aziz (LGB6D) - The Underdog
3rd Place: Armiwaty Ratimin (LGB5A) - I Can't Read You

Congratulations again!

The YSC would like to once again remind everyone that the gates are wide open for you to submit any written entries to our website! Please submit your writings to youngscriptorclub@gmail.com, and stay tuned for future competitions!

Have a nice day.

[PT] Gun of Deceit

Name: Nadia Syahida @Chaos Hackers
Class: LG2201A
Semester: 1
Title: Gun of Deceit
Word Count: 79
Category: Poem
Brief Summary: A poem about a person who commits serious crime and proudly gets away with it.


Twist the thought,
Feel this fire,
The purest lie I brought,
Is conjuring the corner.
Deceit fuels the heart,
Stupidity helps the breathing,
As I show the black of light,
The justice of life slowly shattering.
The bullet is mine,
But not the equality,
As I shot him with fury,
The lord of lies burns in me.
I am free! I am free!
And yet the freedom is my enemy.
The white truth defy,
As I am the sin.


EDITED BY: Maisarah binti Ahmad Kamil

Date of Announcement of Winners!

Hello, Scriptors!

It has been confirmed that the announcement of the winners for the Free Verse Poetry Contest will be on the 9th April 2012. Winners will then have until 15 April 2012 to collect their prizes. The Scriptors Committee are currently in the process of judging your entries.

Good luck!
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Scriptors Launching Competition: Judging

Good evening, dearest Scriptors!

Have you all taken up your pens and scribbled anything lately? If you have, we'd love to take a peek and read what you've written, as usual!

The new semester has started, and we hope that with it, more aspiring writers will rise from the mist and shine their light with us. In any case, it has not escaped our memory that Young Scriptors still has two competitions running. We thank all of you for your submissions, and to be on your toes as the committee will now be judging the entries received.

The date of the declaration of winners will be announced very soon. Keep your eyes peeled for more news from us!

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Writing Tips (Part 1)

Hello, Young Scriptors!

The night is cool, the stars are shining, and the new semester seems like it's arriving a bit too soon. It's been a while since we last updated, and I think we might as well share a few writing tips. There are a lot of potential writers out there (especially among language students like us), but from time to time, we need to take some tips from others. So what better way is there than to share our experiences?

For now, there are five writing tips that I would like to share. Of course, different writers work in different ways, and the best thing to do is to experiment to see what suits you best when looking for improvement. But here are some tips, and I hope that there will be more. Post your comments, e-mail us, and we can share more writing tips in the future!

1. Be a good reader first: I think quite a number of our dear APB lecturers have drilled into our skulls about the input and output of language learning. Listening improves speaking skills, and reading improves writing skills. This is generally true. The more you read, the more you are exposed to the different styles of writing and also the different ways language can be used. Take this to your advantage! Pick out a few novels to read and immerse yourself in the land of words!
   
2. Revise your punctuation: Punctuation may seem trivial compared to writing, but the use of periods and commas are actually very important. They set the pace in your writing and controls the reader into what they feel when they read. Make yourself comfortable in decorating your text with punctuation. Imagine making a movie or game trailer. Punctuation is the music in the background as the images flash by.
   
3. A thesaurus is your best friend: You can find a built-in thesaurus in MS Word nowadays, so make use of it! Expand your vocabulary by using new words while you're learning them, and your writing may sound so much more sophisticated than what you started off with.
   
4. Write everyday: I know, I know. It's not easy to try and write something every day, but trust me when I say that every little bit counts. You don't want to lose your skills, so the best way to polish it is to practice everyday. You don't even need to write much. A hundred words is enough practice for a day, and it can be anything - a review, an article, a work of fiction, a scene in your head... or a writing tip! Don't be afraid to keep on writing!
   
5. Take criticisms: One of the hardest, really. I mean, you're a writer, and the story is your baby. To have it criticised can be a rather frightening experience, but it's also a way to improve yourself. You're letting a different set of eyes read through your work, and some comments they give can tell you what you're missing and what you're doing well in. You don't need to publicly post your work to get criticisms. Show your work to a lecturer, maybe one of your friends. Nothing's stopping you from sending an e-mail to us! We'd be more than happy to review your work without publishing it onto the site if that's what you want. The ultimate goal of YSC is to spark the interest in writing, and if that's what it takes, then that's what we'll do.
   
6. ...I guess there's just one more that I have to say. So yes. Six tips in total. The very last, but (in my highest opinion), the most important tip of all: Enjoy yourself. Take pleasure in what you're writing about. Feel good about it. Not everyone can be writers, so have fun while you're at it. Don't just look at writing as something you have to do. Instead, look at it as something that you actually want to do, that you enjoy doing.

Of course, there are more writing tips out there, and some of these may not be helpful for all writers. In any case, we'd love to hear more tips from all the Scriptors out there, so let us know if you have any!

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[PT] The Children of The Night

Name: Nur Jalilah Binti Abdul Aziz
Class: LGB5D
Semester: 5
Title: The Children of The Night
Word Count: 407
Category: Poem
Brief Summary: A poem about a supernatural creature that comes out at night feasting on unsuspecting humans. Can be either a vampire or a werewolf or any form of creatures of the night. Slightly gory.
Other: I also posted this poem on FictionPress.com under the pen name jadedbabyblues.


Stumbling down the street,
I’m lost and completely beat,
Wonder what time it is,
If it’s midnight I may perhaps start to get pissed.

It’s dark outside,
I hear the wolves’ howls,
I sniff the air and smell a stench so foul,
Blood running down my chin,
God, help me for I have sinned.

The night sky is all a glimmer,
The hooting owl a silent killer,
I’m stalking for prey and quickly,
Slowly,
Quietly but surely,
I’m getting closer and closer,
I’m chasing my prey,
Leading it into a run just for play.

I watch my prey run,
I watch it hide,
I can hear its rapid breathing,
I can hear the heart beating,
I can hear the silent screaming,
Oh, this is almost too good to be true,
Almost too sweet to be fooled,
Poor little lamb,
For when midnight approaches,
So does my dinner bell.

My jaws are filled with fury,
It is filled with anger,
It has no place for sympathy,
Nor does it beg for your pity,
It is not strong but powerful,
It is merciless not spiteful,
It will crush you and your bones,
Just waiting for you to be alone.

My claws will crush you as well,
Keeping you imprisoned in a cell,
Trapped between the fingers,
A scent of blood lingers,
Right between my nails,
I can hear the tortured wails.

My face is beauty at its perfection,
My eyes glow with earnest fascination,
My limbs are slender but muscular,
My built wide but still slight,
My skin glows like the moon,
My hair is enough to make you swoon,
Yet unlike you I’m not human.

I’m a demon reborn,
I live for centuries,
Something that keeps my mood forlorn,
Despite my moods I still have that hunger,
I need to satiate it,
I crave for blood,
For flesh,
For the ripping and tearing of limbs,
For the piercing of skin,
Straight through the bones,
My heart is filled with the glee of a hunter,
As I embody carnage itself.

I feel no remorse for those I have killed,
I’m no longer one of them,
My loyalty lies to others of my own kind,
But still,
I can love them,
And when I do all I want is to,
Turn them into a demon,
Just as I am,
Just as I always will be,
From the beginning of time,
To the end of centuries.

EDITED BY: Maisarah binti Ahmad Kamil

A New Name!

Greetings, readers and scriptors!

Our little writing community, Young Scriptor Club, has changed its name to Young Scriptors instead thanks to the suggestion done by our dear APB lecturers! Please continue to write and send in your works! Tune in for some writing tips in the near future!

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