Particular Interest

I think when most people when they reach the end of something, whether it be their life, an activity, or for me personally, the end of a season of a TV show, I re-evaluate my life and sort of undergo a semi-existential crisis. Our more philosophical part of our personality comes to fruition – questions such as: what will be in our after life, how has the experience affected me, or what TV show will keep me occupied in my spare time now? - Are only some of the many questions that we ponder towards the end. However, there are many other questions that need to be answered as well. This is a time for all senior students to start thinking about their future. What do you want to be when you grow up? What degree do you want to graduate with? How will you get there? These questions of character, of purpose, are all dropped in one motion and at one time on all of us, with little to no experience of the outside world. This is truly the existential crisis that I’m sure many of my fe...

This blog, Particular Interest , is dedicated to the truth - based on reason, science and fact. I'll try my best not to be swayed by political ideologies and at worst misinformation or ignorance. Keeping an open mind is extremely important in this, paradoxically, hostile yet close knit online community which everyone in the 21st century is a part of. There will be political discussions, economic discussion and most interestingly social discussions that neither belong to the left or the right political hemispheres but to the centre - balanced by factual evidence and looking at situations simply and concisely. There will also be random poetry and short story posts for breaks in discussion. I want you to participate because I believe discussion creates an environment that fosters the best ideas so feel free to comment, criticise, support or ask! If you have a burning question, or would like to featured in some way in the "Ask them from me" segment, email me at: cc3493@g...

Billowing plumes of invisibility,  They rumble through the skies,  Removing all sense of sensibility,  Its power but in disguise.  Rattling and clanging, The blinds are pushed and pulled,  For a moment light is flying,  Then it's gone, it had me fooled.  The room is all that's left,  An empty decaying shadow,  Not even a tear is wept  It's worse that it's not callow.  For obvious reasons,  The ominous leaves behind,  The sound of seasons,  They unravel, they unwind.  If you have a burning question, or would like to featured in some way in the "Ask them from me" segment, email me at: cc3493@gmail.com. If you do not want to be featured in the "Ask them from me" featured post, please let me know in the email :) Visit Particular Interest for more content like this! Previous Poem All Poems Next Poem

You can feel the blaze on your back,  You sweat, you breathe, the cold is what you lack.  The flies tango around your face,  They stop, they stare, then they give chase.  Your hand  swats  them till they sit,  Hidden in the damp hair that you won't bother hit.  They're safe, they know, the sun is slowing you down, For its rays cook the skin and turn you brown.  You reach behind you for the metal flask,  It's empty, it's  dry  was it too much so ask? She still hangs high above the ground,  She's watching above, angry, hot, she  makes  no sound. You drudge on in  search  of cover,  Her sight, her rays, you can't hide from  them  forever.  But for now at least you wish for peace,  For calm, for safety, for a certainty the heat will cease.  If you have a burning question, or would like to featured in some way in the "Ask them from me" segment, email me a...

For the moon was weak, the sun took its chance and rose out of the ashes - the future seemed nothing but bleak. La Luna held her place in the sky, filling the air with a calm white glow but Sola knew her power was stronger. She fired rays of intense heat towards her sister, flailing her arms in dominance. La Luna, did her best to hide, blending her white glow into a blue cover. Sola knew her sister had been defeated and took her place in the sky, shining brightly and waking up her subjects below. People dared not look at her for fear they would go blind from her anger. As the day rolled by, fear and anxiety rose in the community, they fled for the shadows and hid beneath shields that absorbed her wrath. This was not to last forever though. Sola was only but a Queen by day; her rest was needed for her to continue ruling for eternity. As she slinked away into the warm ashes she called a bed, her sister came out of hiding, thanking the clouds that helped her blend into her surroundings. ...

Scattered pages. Shuffling feet. The screech of sliding chairs. The once empty hall is now being inundated with people. The 15 all-men council, stood around the horse shoe table waiting for the instruction to sit down. It was ‘customary’ but one would question why grown men would require direction to sit, especially if they were so powerful and so important. On the table in front of each man lay a placard, with their country names, instead of their own, engraved on them. Behind the delegates stand their staff, a lanyard with a tag collared around each of their necks – they would wait until the council sat before they would dare to sit – it was ‘respectful’ for them to wait. Their duty was to assist the needs of the more important delegates, yet there was no frustration on their faces, or smiles for that matter, just blank expressionless looks. At the back of the conference hall, a mural towered over all the members, a phoenix the central figure. It was pure white and stood...