POETRY

This is another page which is *pathetic*, just like my prose page. Again, please feel free to post me your works so that i can post them on this webpage. As this is a secluded place, do not be too afraid to post your works up here. Your works are obviously better than mine, so don't worry.

Here is my collection of works:

My Works:

The Winged Un-namable I haven't been writing poetry for a very long time, but this is the second poem after a long drought. The first is "Bottled Adolescence" which I classify under "Bonky Poetry" due to its unrefined use of words (It will be uploaded soon). This, however, has gone through a more picky selection of vocabulary. It does go through more or less the same ideas however. This poetry might just be the representation of what a 14 year old boy thinks.

Give me a Title for Memories I didn't do this on a bed, but I did this in front of a computer sipping Coke after dinner. This is what I call "when you don't know what to write".

Modern Sentiment I just did this on my bed with a leaky pen (for those who read my OD entry, I guess you will know :) ). This is one of the rare occasions that I actually feel like rhyming my lines.

Weep No More, Gaze at the Twinkle of Night I just did this 10 minutes ago. :P (I wonder what will happen after a few months when I look back at this webpage to know that this poem has been done only 10 minutes ago for all eternity) First, first try at a structured poem (in this case, quite a lame attempt at a Villanelle). I hope I am not any attempt to writers who wrote this form like Dylan Thomas. :P

Soap and My Life Heh heh. This one was done during the CAP residential seminar (and I am still crazy over it, I wanna go for it next year as well, though I know that that is virtually impossible). It was done when a topic posted was "any poem about SOAP" and thus I came up with this poem without much thinking. As such it ain't very refined. :P

Remembering Another very recent work. My teacher gave me this topic "Silence is the loudest", and thus I tried to conjure something for it. Of course, I don't have experience in this field (I don't wish to have any), so my feelings might not be there. Anyway, I hope it is adequate... (by the way, one of the biggest mistakes I have noticed in my poetry is that I am too Long-winded... any tips on how to make it better, please mail me... thanks :) )

The 17th Examination This was done just today, when I stayed back in school to do my project (and also because I had a sprained leg, thus preventing me from more strenous activities). In case you are wondering, there is a sort of symbolic value behind some of the items here... but never mind, I did not realise it myself until halfway into the poem. I think my poems are changing... for the worse or better I do not know, but really, I hope it does not detiorate too much.

Saga Tree New addition, one that I did after a camp (Creative Arts Camp! IT ROXXXXXX!!!!!)... basically what happened was that I asked Sots (my friend) to give me any topic for a poem. He blasted me with "tree" after claiming he had no ideas for me. And so I came up with this by sitting under a big Saga Tree near our classroom and wishing for inspiration :) Nah, I wrote it. But what the heck, I think it isn't that good (I tend to write too much for poetry)... please mail me any responses, I am quite interested to know about the ideas concerning this poem... thanks :)

Marbles Humph. New addition, after eons of non-creativity, left me with this poem that I can barely let other people see. Basically, I hope it does convey how a great poet is able to construct a web so delicate that it can touch the heart of the masses.

I Did Not (But They Did) One that I just did. I actually wanted to submit 3 previous versions of this (all different) but the server did not accept it due to technical faults (Imagine my anger for being turned down the third time). After recollection I managed to come back with whatever I have here. Not very good, but quite exceptional considering that there is quite a lot of background interruption.

Afterthoughts This poem comes out sounding corny. I value it as my first (and ugly) step towards poetry.

The Loss Done right after doing "Afterthoughts". Not very good too. But anyway, I just seem to like writing this type of poems. As usual, this poem was done as an assignment for teacher.

Reality A poem that was done, again, as an assignment for teacher. Very short, but one of my favorites.

Elements: A Collection of Poems This collection was actually done as a group project. The problem was that the day that we were supposed to meet to do this project, one of my group members had to go for chinese orchestra while the other had a mental block. This resulted in me doing almost all of the poems. In this collection consisting of Tempest, Fire, Wood, Water, Earth,Lightning and Wind, I did almost everything except for Tempest. Of course, I give some of the credit to my group members, since they did help me with some of the ideas and some of the typing. Some important ideas were also given by my friend who had the mental block, for example, he suggested that I be very long winded for "wind". I thank him for that. Thus, you will notice that this project is still a group project, and this set of poems was put up here under the name of the group and not me myself.

The Reaper Soldier This poem can be seen at www.poetry.com though my name was typed wrongly there. Never mind, you can just rely on this copy to see the poem.

Poinsettias This "Epitaph" was done out of a moment of misguided enthusiasm. I don't know how to describe it, but it is something about a girl mourning for her dead bird.

Commotion I really don't understand human nature. Maybe you might understand my feelings after reading this poem.

Riddle Is there an answer to this riddle? I really don't know. Probably we are the answer, and (don't be confused) the answer is answering the question. I must be confused myself. Beware that there is no real definition to any word in the dictionary; all words were meant for having no definition, just an image of whatever man wanted it to be.

Chameleon I modelled this poem after the reptile, and its curious trait of being able to blend into its surroundings. Some people over at www.opendiary.com say that it is quite nice, but personally I reckon that it can be improved a lot further.

Painter of Intangible Death I got this inspiration from everyday life: students who are late are sometimes punished for being late by being told to pull stray grass from the concrete floor beside the field. I simply related it to another aspect of life. Another lousy poem; I really should write more to improve.

Lament at 9.30 a.m. (Do Not Disturb) You might be wondering why the poem has such a funny name. Well, basically, it has got something to do with me and my busy schedule. I cannot even appreciate my past properly, and because of that something must be lacking in my life. For those people who share my sentiments, poor thing: You must have gone through a lot. If you think that this poem is quite silly, you have reason to: I did it in a fit of hysteria. Enjoy, or criticize, whatever you like.

Other People's Works:

Does it matter? (Variation) One of my friends, whom you can probably send a mail to at [email protected] , created this poem for an assignment (for her english teacher). This poem is noticeably styled after Siegried Sassoon's "Does it matter?", just that the last line is hilarious because she says she "does not know how to fill in the last line without making it all seem corny". Understandably so, these war poems are really hard to do. Anyway I applaud this great attempt, and with a fitting last line I would consider it quite a great work.

White/Black This is another poem by my friend [email protected] . This poem seems like a reflective piece: I never really understand their type, but I like it. Anyway, if it were me, I see what I want to see in the mirror. Anyway, take your time to read it, as I am doing now. Young people seem to like muddling themselves up once and again (take my poems before as a classic example). Good try though, and I like this poem.

An Epic (Devoted to Linear Inequalities) This is (yet) another poem by my friend [email protected] . I never knew you could mix literature with maths, but her title has obviously done it. She has not completed this poem though; if you have any comments please send to her, maybe she would be able to do it a little easier.

Los Alamos My classmate wrote this poem, and you can send him comments at [email protected] . This poem treats the creating of war weaponry with a little bit of sarcasm and humor, and through it becomes the most effective agent to point out the pointlessness of war. Why create such a powerful bomb when we have almost nothing left to kill? I *think* I am human, but I cannot understand why humans follow this idea too. Anyway, although the poem seems to deal with the face level of arsenal at first, it does cut deep into questions about why humans behave as they are, and draws blood from it. Read it, try to change (if you need to): there's no harm trying anyway.

Enola Gay My classmate wrote this poem (yay!), and you can send him comments at [email protected] . Another war poem, I think it is about the bombing of Hiroshima in World War 2 with the atomic bomb (my history isn't that proficient). I hate to say it, but my war poetry really is lousy comparatively *sigh*. Must buck up on it I guess.

Debate My classmate wrote this poem (once again :) Thanks for the support!) , and you can send him comments at [email protected] . This poem strongly supports my belief that debaters sometimes spew crap out of their mouths (sometimes, sometimes... good debaters aren't like that, I mean, even if they spew crap you think it is true) I still respect debaters for who and what they are though (duh). Interesting read here.

Please send your works to beef up this page. Thanks!

If you have any comments on the works in this section, please send a mail to [email protected] to share it with me, or send the mail to the author concerned. Thank you.