Articles written by Jamil Hall

How To Guides |
Community

About me - Jamil Hall

Hi, my name is Jamil, and I have spent the majority of my life writing. Ever since I was a little kid, the best thing to be doing was writing, or to be sitting somewhere deep in a book that would astound whoever came over to see what I was doing because it

+ more bio information

RSS Feed

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Surrealism: 1 of 41

The Dreamer. A thousand false starts; He has a gift for exaggeration. His fingers tremble and flicker; And fresh lies appear to entertain you. His mind is unstable, but he knows that's Where the fresh hook will appear from; Writhing from between his filthy thoughts And decaying memories of what it was to be Alive. How can be...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Spiritual: 68 of 596

Deus Ex Machina... This ember has Been blown to life, Rekindled in the winds Of change, a hollow Laugh in the lungs Of a dying man. The God is in the machine, You see. The Final Saviour, The One To Save It All. The faith is always The first thing to die, Followed swiftly by That crumbling shell Freshly made To endure the Age...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sorrow: 41 of 195

Pain To The Last Drop... Faded tears, This melancholy lace-work Reflecting realms of Light from stained cheeks. No pain greater, No loss more absolute. Her eyes are salt-encrusted Wells; Once full of emotion, But now too drained to Bring anything forth. Gossamer lines describe Tattoos of anguish, Silver trails all that Remai...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death: 135 of 633

Tears of Years. Can you hear it? The weight of a Million worlds has Destroyed another Life. Tears form and fill My aching eyes, And spill unchecked At this final moment. Another person dies, "Did you know him?" "No" The answer returned And the one never given, "Yes" The death of a person Who finally understood What it was to...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Meaning of life: 54 of 183

We weren't meant to survive. We were not created, we were not built to survive so long. Our minds, our hearts, our souls; they're not meant to survive for so long. Our bodies betray us, and our essences defy us. We are the middle times. People think that evolution has finished, that we grew from the ape to the commuter, and ...
Hobbies & Games > Video Game Reviews Downloadable game reviews: Runes of Avalon 2: 4 of 12

Runes of Avalon 2 is another addition to the stable of games that include time-honoured favourites such as the classic Tetris, and newcomers such as Bejewelled and Luxor. Given the task of rejuvenating the land of Avalon after the evils of the treacherous sorceress Morganna Le Fay, fabled sister of King Arthur, the player mu...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Chaos: 19 of 50

Armageddon Cycle Watch the sun rise On this: The first day of the Apocalypse. Scury to your shelters In vain; The retribution is near. Cockroaches are destined For greater things Than humanity, The roiling mass that Encompasses everyone but The humane. And the sun is rising Like the axe of the Executioner; Inhumanity the cri...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love: 295 of 718

Come With Me Still; the night Stands alone, And I am in it With you. And we walk alone. The gods dance above Us, unseen as ever, And the clouds Race from horizon To horizon With no respite. The streets are dark And still, And the air is crisp in Our lungs. We exhale our love in Frosty plumes, and Breathe in the world. The ni...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Dark stories: 260 of 613

Lovers. The rain fell, and he thought of her. To say that he considered her for a moment would be to grossly understate the fact: that she filled his head, every subtle nuance of his mind and soul attuned to her being. Every whisper that she had gifted him, every half-crooked smile...These memories were forever locked within...
Creative Writing > Poetry Best love poems: 215 of 506

Song of the Lovers Heart-wrenching; This agonising cry Echoes everywhere and Brings truth into this life. (See how pretty she is, See how pretty See how pretty she is, Oh so pretty) Darkened choirs, Filled with lonely voices Can you feel their pain From necessary choices? (See how broken she is? See how broken? See how broke...