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Jacob Haines Jun 2018
Finally rid of you.
You've clung to me for two whole years
like a parasite; fetid, vestigial.

This mild Friday was the surgeon's scalpel,
carving away the rotting flesh
till I could breathe again.

First came giddiness.
Light enough to float with the burden off my shoulders,
ready to sink into the depths of the dog days.

My bag practically emptied itself.
The papers and books interred in a box so I could
finally remember what my tabletop looked like.

Languor overcame me then, and I set about
drowning German recitals in episodes of QI,
burying Hamlet quotes with a controller as my shovel.

A thought crossed my mind as I
gutted the last of my sorting algorithms and Python code,
that I had been destroying part of myself.

Like the ***** that earned his fortune by
pleading for coins and pity from others. I had
forgotten what I was before.

I'm not worried, though.
Now I can write my Name, Centre Number and
Candidate Number on the next paper of my life.

Just remember block capitals. Write within the boxes.
Don't communicate with others. Keep your phone off.
As you can probably tell, I just finished my A-Levels. The relief is real, and I'm in that transitive stage between mid- and post-exam stress where I'm able to write stuff like this. Enjoy.
Louisa Coller Jun 2018
dead reputation,
thanks to torn up flowerbed.
the roses are dead.
When I was younger, before doing artwork on my current account, I was very well known for very repetitive, badly crafted artwork which I did not really put that much effort into. I don’t always like to say it was bad because I do know people did like the art I made, but trust me when I say in the technical aspects, it was bad.

My artwork would often associate with roses and soon enough I was outcasted because I did not agree with somebody else. Soon enough, people noticed I wasn’t around very much. So then went forward, my attempt to befriend that person and hopefully have a truce.

Soon enough a fan of my artwork came to me, named Elizabeth. She stated she wasn’t happy with the way I was defending the girl I had originally disliked for being rude. I ignored her because I heard it was the best course of action. I was wrong.

I was then proceeded to be ‘ranted on’ or in other words be placed on public display for the rude behaviour I had shown, I came to realise I was not acting right. I was in fact, not being fair to everyone by biastly following this mean individual. I decided to cut ties with her and apologise to Elizabeth, in which I met my secondary friend, Heather.

We came together and talked and soon enough, we all began becoming friends. It is a true blessing to know, we are still friends to this day. I think they knew when they spoke to me, I wasn’t a bad person, I was just making a mistake blindlessly following a mean-hearted individual. I apologised to those I did wrong during the situation.

I was confused because some people were saying to ignore this group, to not talk to Elizabeth but in reality, I came to realise, that ignoring the issue made it worse. If you have a problem with someone it’s always best to battle that issue head-on.

The mean-spirited girl however, still to this day does not like me, even after multiple attempts to be-friend her and fix our bond. She now sees me as a two-faced backstabber, despite being openly honest to her about my feelings. However, sometimes, you just can’t please everyone.

This was the first time, I realised honesty was much more important than I had initally thought in my younger teen years.

This poem is structured in a Senryu form, it was interesting to write, definitely a bit of a puzzle to make, but I do believe it makes you think about what words are most important in a poem to prioritise.
Louisa Coller Jun 2018
The rush began, they kicked him out last night,
the man can’t wait, his heart is pounding.
It’s finally happening, the day is clearer,
the man is becoming a father.

The radio chants a name in delight,
the man hears it, but is still in fright.
He rushes past the crowded place,
yearning to find his loved one’s face.

She’s exhausted,
her breathing worked up,
but she couldn’t be happier when she arrived.
The day was stressful, but she was pleased to see,
her young daughter finally.

Only one eye showed, open and clear,
but soon enough the doctors came near.
“There’s a problem miss, please take care--”,
her innocent look became a glare,
sobs are streaming,
“Please tell me she’s there!”.

The room is silent and the doctor is baffled in stare,
“Miss, your child, she’s perfectly fine, it’s you we fear.”
She felt peace in her mind.

To think she laid down the first night as my mother,
blessed to hear that I would live another.
We were happy and filled with glee,
we live to this day happily.
As obvious as it can be, ‘Pray for Her Girl’ is about my birth. My Father was told to leave at night, while my Mother was in labour. The next day came and they both saw little me!

I wanted to include this into the poem as it felt sentimental and sweet. I see the poem as a basic introduction to my life and the poems up ahead.

The radio is an important factor as my parents named one of my middle names after a song my Father had heard on the radio.

My Mother apparently was so worried about me being potentially hurt at my birth, she didn’t realise when the doctors had came in to discuss my birth, it wasn’t me who was in need of help, it was her.
I thought that it really showed how much my Mother loved me before I was born, anticipating me to come into the world. I know deep down, she always wanted a little girl, so I guess I was what she wanted at the time.
I did try to base this poem on a rather Epic form solely because I loved the storyline layout, it almost has a rather fairytale opening to the poetry book as a whole, I don’t think I’ve ever given Epic an attempt before, but I do think first time, I could do better, but it definitely came out sounding rather loving, which I think I still personally count as a win.
Win
We put hopes
Cause there's faith

We hold on to
Cause we trust one another

We stand up tall
Cause we believe in ourselves

Still somehow
There's a force

Tryna break us
Bring us down

Like it was so clear
Suddenly became so dark

So dark
That you can't see a thing
Even with your both eyes open

That's your call
To the new beginning
Pick yourself up
Look around you

There's a lot more to discover
There's more challenges coming your way

Keep on living
Keep on believing

One day
You'll win.
Stay strong love.
Ffion Jones May 2018
And so it ended.
The beginning of the chapter already
torn apart like it was a false start,
the paper confetti scattering in the wind.
Our lead bodies drag across an endless sheaf
searching for the right metaphor, yet we
splinter and stagger instead.
We scribble around each other, our words intertwined yet
apart, neither of us knowing when we would
rhyme again.
And so this narrative goes on, in the hope that
someday we will be on the same page with the
right ending.
Aa Harvey May 2018
Refresh your soul


It’s time for a change.
Things can’t remain the same.
The time is done,
Move on.


It’s time for a fresh page to write upon.
Throw old dreams into the chasm and write a new song.
All things they end and begin again.
It’s time for a change.


The cranes have come to build upon,
The nest that once stood here.
Summer is gone, the fading sun,
Will soon have disappeared.


Life continues.
The news is not new.
Start afresh,
Refresh your soul
And change,
Become anew.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
They were steps away from death,
The one who wants nothing more,
Than to die,
Pulled back.

"We were made for more than endings,
We will walk to the end,
When we have done our beginnings,
our middle,
and our living."

"Have we not done it?"
The other one asked,
Tears in her lovely eyes.

The one with the sad middle of a life,
Smiled bright and big,
"No we have not.
But we will."

And so, they stepped back,
To an uncertain future,
But to a very certain hope.
Jasmine Marie May 2018
Sun
There's no fight left
No light
No use of the tears that i cried
The sun's trying to come in
Though i fight the urge to let it seep through
Curiosity hits me and i want to feel it's rays
Don't remember the last time
The sun's been able to brighten my day
I hold on to the darkness I've grown comfort in
So afraid to let go thinking i will miss the burden
Of the thoughts of you and what could have been
But the sun is persistent
The rays are dancing
The darkness is leaving without me asking
I begin to bask in the sun's light
Finally im free
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