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Art & Poetry

Summer (New Version)

The violent summer rays scorch and burn.

The winter and the darkness do we long for and yearn.

We pray that the hideous sun will rust,

and that it will thereafter turn into dust.

But as the majestic sun rises to great heights,

parks are filled with laughter and smiles,

as families gather to fly their kites,

and animals and trees sing and beguile.

And when the sun hides, the moon delicately glows,

and a refreshing breeze through the air flows.

The Earth fills with beautiful sprites,

during these peaceful summer nights.



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Art & Poetry

Autumn (revamped)

Unrefined,

Ill-defined.

The chilling Autumn winds,

swallow the fading sky.

“Summer, rescind!”,

the bleeding sun cries.

Flowers softly die,

and the icy moon grins wry.

The Earth mourns this plight,

as birds prepare for flight,

for south they must migrate,

and bears prepare their lairs,

so that they may hibernate.

The sweet subtle scent,

of summer now fades.

The forest laments,

as the pungent autumnal air invades.

Mighty trees stand naked,

as their fated leaves fall

like heavy feathers (jaded)

and forest shadows bawl.

But the very next day, the sun becomes elated,

as it looks on at a path that looks so enchanted.

Thousands of leaves, pave a trail of golden- yellow.

Bonfires burn a warm tiger-orange glow

(their presence, dulcet and mellow)

and a crisp earthy presence develops and grows.

Finally, spirits, get ready for All Hallows’ Eve.

Autumn: a time to celebrate, rather than to grieve

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Art & Poetry

Autumn (Edited)

Unrefined,

Ill-defined.

The chilling Autumn winds,

swallow the fading sky.

“Summer, rescind!”,

the bleeding sun cries.

Flowers softly die.

The icy moon screams ‘why?!’

and the Earth mourns this plight,

whilst birds prepare for flight,

for south they must migrate,

and bears prepare their lairs

so that they may hibernate.

Mighty trees are left bare…

…as their fated leaves, numerous in shades

fall like heavy feathers, conquering the forest,

diving down and landing in a manner that is flawless.

But although the sweet subtle scent, of summer now fades,

transmuting instead, into a pungent autumnal air,

there is a great sense of debonair.

The ground floods with leaves: fiery-reds and golden-yellows.

Bonfires burn a warm tiger-orange glow, their presence mellow.

Spirits get ready for the great All Hallows’ Eve.

Autumn: a time to celebrate, rather than to grieve.

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Art & Poetry

Autumn Part 2

…but although the sweet subtle scent of summer fades,

transmuting into a pungent autumnal air.

Leaves of various shades

(tiger-oranges, fiery- reds and golden-yellows)

burn a beautiful path that is debonair.

Breathtaking bonfires burn, their presence mellow,

Spirits get ready for the great All Hallows’ Eve,

Autumn: a time to celebrate, rather than to grieve.

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Art & Poetry

Autumn Part 1

Unrefined,

Ill-defined.

Chilling Autumn winds,

swallow the fading sky.

“Summer, rescind”,

the bleeding sun cries.

Mighty trees are left bare, as their leaves brown and fall,

The world becomes transformed, because it is now Autumn, afterall.

Flowers softly die.

The icy moon screams ‘why?!’

and the Earth mourns this plight,

whilst birds prepare for flight,

for south they must migrate,

and bears prepare their lairs, so that they may hibernate…

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Art & Poetry

Spring

The forest black, stands barren and lifeless,

drenched in the scent, of cold emptiness.

Flowers once known for their alluring essence

are replaced by weeds, nightmarish in their presence.

They infest the forest, and wrap around trees,

and spread rapidly like a contagious disease.

Wolves cry out to the sunken moon,

lest they can avoid their impending, eternal doom.

“But eternal slumber cannot be avoided,

for a quietus is natural, and not like a void”

quoth the ancient forest,

full of wisdom purest,

“and in time will this darkness again, be lifted”.

and indeed the world is once again, but shifted.

The evil shadow cast by the moon,

is replaced by a sunspell and soon,

the earth feeds heartily on the devilish weeds,

trees regenerate at a remarkable speed,

and birds and bees swoon

over flowers that bloom.

They sing a beautiful tune:

“It is the time of the year,

which means… Spring is here!”

Hi all, I know I haven’t written in a while, but I am planning to be more regular again 🙂 This is my first poem in 2 months! I intend to write more poetry from now on, along with the odd article here and there.

Inspiration: ‘spring’ – a song by Wintersun

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Culture & Society

Why BLM demonstrations cannot wait

I wasn’t sure what to post with regards to racism, but I feel that the important thing is that I say something. Especially now.

As someone who lives in London, I want to address those living in the UK in particular.

I want to try and get those in the UK to understand why Black Lives Matter (BLM) protests could not wait until after the pandemic. So here goes…

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Psychology & Mental Wellbeing

Mental Health Quiz

Mental Health Awareness Week is over, but hey, it’s never too late to raise awareness!…so I thought I would share a quiz that I created for a virtual quiz night with my friends. The aim of this quiz is to educate and raise awareness. I have also attached links that provide info and advice related to the questions.

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Art & Poetry

Daughter of the Sea

I climb mountains that stand at the grandest of heights,

I race sky creatures amidst the wildest of winds,

I take flight through the blackest of nights,

and my journey, I absolutely cannot rescind.

I must press on, toil, though I feel despondent,

even though, as I travel through this desolate Earth,

walking through decaying bones and rotting rodents,

this turmoil does not feel, of any worth.

I am lost inside the valley of the damned,

I begin to lose hope,

the lost wandering soul that I am,

searching for the place that I can call home.

Finally, I find my destined path.

I swim against mighty tides

created by Poseidon’s wrath.

As I brave through his raging storms, I find

that I am home

to take back control.

I will set nature free of his fury,

for I am…the Daughter of the Sea.

Inspiration: many of my poems, including this one, are inspired by a band called Insomnium.

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Uncategorized

Greek Mythology Quiz

During lockdown, I had a virtual quiz night with my friends. I’ve always been interested in Greek mythology and was actually planning to go to Athens before the pandemic, so I came up with a quiz on Greek mythology. I thought it might be a fun quiz for others to use too if they wish 🙂 WARNING: some of the things that happened in these myths are pretty disturbing!!