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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Horror Story Writing Contest [WINNERS!]

Greetings, everyone!

The Young Scriptor Club are happy to announce the three winners of the Horror Story Writing Contest! These lucky three winners received an invitation to APB's Night of Excellence two nights ago to receive their prizes in front of many LG220 and LG221 students and lecturers. 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!

The winners are as follows:

1st Place: Nur Jalilah binti Abdul Aziz (LGB5D)
2nd Place: Azhann Rosmin (LGB3A)
3rd Place: Nur Amanina Abd. Aziz (LGB1A)

Congratulations again! The YSC would like to remind everyone here about the two competitions that are still running until the 4th March, 2012. Please submit your entries to youngscriptorclub@gmail.com to have the chance in getting more awesome prizes!

Have a nice day.

[ST] The Show

Name : Azhann Rosmin
Class : LGB3A
Semester : 3
Title : The Show
Word Count : 1900 words
Category : Story

No one – not even his very own mother – knew what had befallen Rick Evans that night. The policemen searched his room to no avail and with rehearsed tones did they say to her, “We couldn’t find him, ma’am.”

Rick was a teenage boy with an addiction to ghost stories. He found the feeling of being scared silly by these paranormal experiences and fiction tantalizing. To an extent, he never found himself not wishing he could experience the things the people on those stories do. He kept wishing he did. And by some unnatural means, he got what he wished for.

It was late at the night. Rick was alone in his bedroom with his laptop propped neatly in front of him on the floor. He was on one of those sites where people would post their personal experiences with the occult and the paranormal. He was shaking a little but he liked it. He enjoyed it like some kind of exhilarating drug.

He was on his 7th story of the night and as he finished reading the last sentence (usually the scariest one), he shuddered and grinned. He left the lights off of the room earlier to add to the frights he would get. He didn’t worry. He wasn’t even afraid of the dark. He should have.

The most recent story he read was about cats and mirrors. He found out that cats have similar eyesight to human beings. But they have numerous extra receptors. This leads them to be able to see almost clearly in darkness as they see in a brightly lit room. This superior sense adds to many others that makes cats close-to-perfect predators.

The post continued about mirrors – of how they reflect the images of us and at times show things that are not to our liking. ‘Are they really?’ was the first among a few questions enlisted in the post. Are mirrors actually showing us what we see? Rick remembered reading one post about how a man tried to wipe off a fingerprint from his bathroom mirror. Upon the end of his unsuccessful wipes, only then he found out that it was imprinted on the other side. That post made him go frightful every time he faced a mirror. But again, he liked it.

The post questioned its readers whether have they tried making a cat look straight into a mirror before. When tried, cats usually avert their gazes away from the mirrors. “Ever wondered why?” it asked.

There seemed to be whispers and talk about how cats can see things through mirrors, the post continues. -Rick was half excited when reading this - But scientists all over claimed that cats only dislike the reflection caused when light bounces off the mirrors – in regards to their predatory sight. As so, the claim that cats can ‘see’ was shrugged off.

Rick thought about it. He tried making one of his cats look into a mirror once before but in a playful manner – never serious. He decided, while he was thinking about the post, that he wanted to try again and wait and see of what might happen. Maybe a ghost would show itself, he wished. He shouldn’t have.

[PT] Perfection

Name: Nur Jalilah Binti Abdul Aziz
Class: LGB5D
Semester: 5
Title: Perfection
Word Count: 261
Category: Poem
Brief Summary: A poem about how people perceive beauty and what humans usually desire in general. It is about the injustice caused to others when they do not fall into the perfect category of beauty, wealth and other successes.
Other Details:


Perfection.

It’s times like these that
I wished that the flower may not be a flower
That the stars would not be stars
For what is beauty if beauty is nonexistent?

It’s times like these that
I hope the goddess was not what she is
That her face and form be wrought from her will
For is a goddess still a goddess without her
Perfect hair, perfect nose and perfect lips?

When fat and twigs are considered ugly
When shallow minds turn from books fool-hardy
It’s times like these that
I demand the minds be obliterated
That the fools would realize from their idiocy
For why torture the so-called “imperfect” people of the earth?
For they have done nothing to thee!

When light shines across the earth
And midnight stars are all a glimmer
Millions of humans weep
They weep for beauty, for minds and wealth
For what is perfection when nothing is?

There was a time, I remember it well
A saying that some might tell
“One man’s meet is another’s poison”
If that is so then couldn’t perfection vary?
Could a man desire wealth over fame?
Could another desire wine over rain?
Could one weep for his lover and not for his mother?
Could perfection be perfect to one’s eye but not to the other?

When darkness falls and everything is still
When the midnight owl glides down for a kill
Will millions still weep
For beauty, minds and wealth?
For what is perfection without a flaw?
What is a flaw without fault? And what is perfection without perfection?


EDITED BY: Maisarah binti Ahmad Kamil

[ST] I'm Depressed... Will I End Everything?

Name: Adilah Miswan
Class: LGB6B
Semester: 6
Title: I'm Depressed... Will I End Everything?
Word Count: 454
Category: Story
Brief Summary: Making the decision to stay alive or end all suffering.

"It's just sick now, the way people kill themselves to end their suffering. That girl... she was only 17 years old. Dead now, like the rest of them depressed people."

Alyssa shook her head and passed the newspaper article to me. A 17-year-old girl had jumped from her 10th floor apartment after receiving her SPM results. To me, her results were good enough to pursue further studies but to her... it wasn't. She considered herself a failure and opted to end her life. Such a waste of brilliance.

I pushed the paper away. That bit of news reminded me of my own depression. Although it had nothing to do with my academic life, its effect on me was almost as crippling. Put in layman's terms, I was feeling abandoned.

I don't know how it happened. All of a sudden, my 'dark side' was coming out, telling me in snide tones that no one cared about me anymore, no one wanted me. I, having low self-esteem, believed every word and fell into the dark abyss, deeper than I cared to. At times, I put on a brave front and tried to occupy myself with work, but it never succeeded. When midnight came, a wave of self-pity would wash over me and I would cry myself to sleep.

No one really knew the extent of my depression. Not even Aidan, my boyfriend. God knows how much he had to go through. What with my hot temper and ridiculous behaviour... Only He can repay Aidan for his never-ending patience.

I tried to tell them. Honestly, I did. But the words never seemed to come through. Or if it did, I never said how badly I was affected. At some point, I wanted to slit my wrists and be done with it. Why not jump out the window, like what that girl did? The snide voice said, goading me. Good thing I valued my life more.

Unfortunately, when I should have surrounded myself with supportive people, I pushed away my friends. I walked out on them. I left them behind and made them puzzle over my abrupt change in behaviour. No doubt I made them angry too. As much as I wanted to mend fences with them, I couldn't. No words would suffice.

It took me the parting of our ways to show that my depression was nothing but a figment of my imagination. I realised then how much I missed by shutting them out. Regretting it all would be useless, although it served to teach me a lesson in being a friend.

Suicide brings nothing but grief to the family and retribution in the afterlife. Depression is best handled with company. At least the burden is lighter.


EDITED BY: Ummi Farhana binti Zainuddin

[PT] Life Ain't Sweet Outcasters

Name: Adam Ar-Rashid
Class: LG2201A
Semester: 1
Title: Life Ain't Sweet Outcasters
Work Count: 223
Category: Poem
Brief Summary: Thoughts Of An Outcast
Other Details: -

Reality means nothing, perception is everything
We try to deny it but it won’t cling
The saying, the words we try to take it for granted

Because in our head it isstill flustered
Should we care about all of the filthy thoughts?
They don’t even know us, isn’t that an obvious odd?
They said we are the doubters, but we do believe in God
But still, their perspectives and speeches hurt, a lot

Maybe we don’t belong, maybe we're just the exiles
Trying to fit in, but the world is another play of a child's
Maybe it’s them with constructed minds
Or it just us that's too blind to find

WE DON’T HAVE the right path to go
WE DON’T HAVE the right voice to mellow
WE DON’T have the perfect click to follow
WHAT WE HAVE IS JUST a cute cover to blow

We try our best to fit in
Still all of the efforts are blown away and drowning
Still people see the worst of us
They Lust for more and we start to fly dust

It’s time to seize back what's ours
The rightful mark to be belong and fuss
ALL WE WANT IS Society membership not TO BE freaks
Can we, or can’t we? it's just another break
Another swing we must alert ON To be apart, NO you! To be heard Upon


EDITED BY: Maisarah binti Ahmad Kamil

[PT] Wait Forever

Name: Adam Ar-Rashid
Class: LG2201A
Semester: 1
Title: Wait Forever
Work Count: 254
Category: Poem
Brief Summary: When a guy sets his heart for love, if forever it will take, then forever he will wait
Other Details: -

Doubtful thoughts messing around your mind
Undefined feelings crossing borders without any sign
Maybe its love, maybe it’s like, hope it is not hate
Who knows, it all depends on faith

Guilt exults your heart right this moment,
Why should you, just be cool and act innocent
That surely suits you well, just need a little sense
Open your heart a bit, give a chance of enlightment

Everybody wishes and everyone talks
Sometimes it made the situation a lil’ odd
They wish the best for us, but they don’t really see
Don’t listen to them, just like me, just want me for being me

You said I am good and nice, thank you
You said just be myself, I will do
You said I am not pushy, again thank you
You said don’t be too hopeful, yes I won’t be

Predicting the future maybe that's what really frightened you
Don’t be, because I am not going to
I don’t wanna know what’s gonna happen next
Just have some confidence that things won’t be lax

Maybe things won’t turn up as I want to be,
I won’t blame you though, because you had warned me
It is me who wanna keep on trying,
Because the love for you, just don’t wanna die

Scared in your mind and heart, I felt it too,
About things that's gonna happen and things that need to do
Just chill and relax, follow what your heart has say
If forever what it takes, then forever I’m gonna wait


EDITED BY: Maisarah binti Ahmad Kamil

[PT] Hope Is Just Another Dying Faith

Name: Adam Ar-Rashid
Class: LG2201A
Semester: 1
Title: Hope Is Just Another Dying Faith
Work Count: 276
Category: Poem
Brief Summary: N/A
Other Details: -

Throughout this unknown I tense to walk alone
Crossing air for any miserable do and don’ts
Still, the uncertainty blinded the faith of many
To the point where the right mind turn to another crazy

Left and right seems a lot alike
The understanding of it alone is a losing faith
Which directions need to be followed?
That's the million buck question left in dark hollow

Faith is not something sweet but with a lovely price
It’s one of the reasons why so many failed to thrive
Losing it is only the beginning of one’s Dark Age
Swelling numbers of converters into losing faith

Faith is not alone fighting the creatures of the dark
Side by side a further entity comes to make them both spark
Together they shoved the light into the darkest heart of elopes
It’s none other than faithfully equitable hand man, HOPE

A dying faith can’t stand alone in all this desolation
Hope ain’t that strong to give any handful resurrections
Hope is also a dead end but some choose to believe
Amalgamation of them both might bring the lost cause safe

But who we to judge to compare them both,
We are all damnation, all together, slave of the sloth
There’s always a magnifying darkness bloating in every single heart seized
What’s there left to deem in, faith is losing, hope if far of reach
Alone in the dark, some of us feel already comfortable with,
Just another reason that make us one of the lusting beast,
The battle of light and darkness is far from over,
It’s all on us to be whether free or bonded to the darkness forever.


EDITED BY: Maisarah binti Ahmad Kamil

[PT] Jack Without Sally

Name: Adam Ar-Rashid
Class: LG2201A
Semester: 1
Title: Jack Without Sally
Work Count: 285
Category: Poem
Brief Summary: When a guy says he isn't hurt inside, he's lying
Other Details: -

We Were Lucky, Because We Were Once Happy
Every Other Couple Seem To Suck, And We Were Like Jack And Sally
Our Bond And Chemistry Is Priceless, A Special Thing Of Beauty
On Top Of The World, Others Just Simpleton Peasants, We Were Mighty.

Now I am Just A Face In The Crowd, You Are A Complete Stranger
Hatred Had Now Overruled, And Love Is Something Cannot Be Lingered
Revenge May Seem Sweet, Because It Was Driven By Anger
Driven To The Escalation Point Where We Almost Traded Middle Fingers.

When The Dust Is Settled, All I Have Is Myself To Take The Lead
Although I Am Wondering Whether Someday The "Perfect Someone" I Will Meet
But Yet Somehow, I Was Able To Pick Up All The Broken Pieces
Eventhough I am Still In The Search For Someone To Share Blow Kisses.

The Future Seems Scary, Now That I Am Alone To Face It
Deep Inside, I Am Still Wondering That I May Not Be Able To Handle It
Make It To The End Without Having To Experience Another Heart Break
A Hope Of Smooth And Easy Love Without Any Toll To Take.

Jack And Sally, It Is All Now Just Another Sore Memory
Memories In The Past That Keep On Tempting Me Like Crazy
But I Am Stronger Now After That Beautiful Letdown
I Am Now Able To Cross The Ocean Of Doubt Without Being Drowned.

Sally, A "Thank You" You Don't Deserve But I Owed You I Guess
I Am Far Off Better Now Without You To Make A Mess
You Are Now Someone Whom Love I Should Not Confess
You Are Now A Scar Of What Used To Be Pain In My Ass.


EDITED BY: Maisarah binti Ahmad Kamil

[PT] My Sweet Lil' Blood Angel

Name: Adam Ar-Rashid
Class: LG2201A
Semester: 1
Title: My Sweet Lil' Blood Angel
Work Count: 372
Category: Poem
Brief Summary: A Break Up Poem
Other Details:

I never truly loved you
For God's sake I know it is true
Maybe I’m really blind or stupid, but it’s the right thing to do
Who cares, I just wanna be with you
My interests in you, it’s never cruel
Before I go to dreamland, I will always say “I love you”

Is my feeling to you love, I always wonder?
If it’s worth I’ll be willing to trade my soul to the soul trader
I love you so much, whenever I'm high or sober
Simple curiosity cross my mind if we’re soul mates
If it’s true, wow! It will be great
What if it’s not, my God hope it’ll not come true what I just said

Recently speaking I don’t really know what I feel right now
So many things in my mind, sorry I’m not willing to take a bow
I love you so much before, but I’m not really sure right now
We never fight at all, no such things as sorrow
We never share things, no offer for a borrow
I’m not sure our relation is love, today maybe what about tomorrow?

I really love you my sweet lil’ blood angel
It’s not I’ve someone else, but my heart right now, really fragile
I’m so sorry babe, my cute shorty, my sweet dream goodnight, my girl
So many things up in my head, my mind's been twisted and twirled
Maybe it’s good for us to keep the distance not just for now but for real

I’m sorry babe, maybe we are not meant to be
Maybe someone out here for you, or maybe I’m just being silly
I want us to be like before, when I say “I love you” daily
I just don’t want to know why but that's really rare lately
Maybe, maybe, maybe we should break up, really
I know this will break your heart, it hurts me too, I’m really really sorry

My sweet lil’ blood angel, I release you
Fly and go to the place you really want to
I insist I really do
Fly high and rip the sky in blue
Don’t worry about me, fate and faith will find me my real boo
It's just that, that boo it’s not you….

EDITED BY: Maisarah binti Ahmad Kamil