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Life's a Beach Jan 2015
that says 'perfect' anymore
Every time I lay in it, it cuts me to the core
A slice in my brain
A slice in my face
My ***
My thighs
A cut on my tongue for each time I
lie and
lie and
lie

Truth is the word 'fine' doesn't suit
Once everyone else accepts that
Maybe I can attempt to recruit a new standard for myself.

I want to hear that they'll still love me if I fail
Rather than
Don't worry, you'll be fine.

It's easy to make that 'decision'
When it's not your
Heart
Health
Brain
Future
Family
On the line
I love people's belief in me, but tonight I got it from too many sources. Sometimes the fact that they 'know' I'll do great just adds to the pile of people I feel like I can't **** this up because of.
elizabeth Jan 2015
I have always been
a good test taker
who can follow rules
that only apply
in timed intervals
that occur in rooms
with too-bright lights
and recycled air
that isn't circulating
around the heads of students
that, under normal conditions,
would radiate heat,
but now only emit stress

I have always been
good at rolling my eyes
(in all situations)
but particularly to those
who work themselves up
over means of evaluation
that, while they are determinant
of subsequent events,
do not measure your worth,
value,
or abilities in all areas

I have always been
poor at reminding myself
of these skills
when the tests I take
don't place me
in the same category
in which
I have always been
Word: Evaluation
I walk with ambitious expectations
My head filled with slow frustration
Air around me is radiation
clouding in my lungs

My heart beats like
a steady train
Slow but heavy,
polluting my brain
Everyone around me is evil, or am
I just mad?

Stop looking, stop thinking.
Stop all the foolish
queries.
Doubt and hope and
endless confusion
weighing me down
as I quiver with fear.

I can't, I have to,
I will.

Outside I can breathe,
on my own,
when the bats and
the flies no longer surround
me.
Fresh air so
smooth and clean,
Inside there it's
clouded and thick.
Now I am a bird,
though my wings
will not lift.

The rain starts
to pour but I
cannot shift.
I try and I try but
my bones are too
weak, hollow,
compressed
and my eyesight's
turned bleak.

I realize suddenly,
in all my fear,
that behind me
was my future,
all I hold dear.
Water is rising,
my lungs start
to fill.
I'm no longer
a bird,
but a flower.
No power.
No will.
kailasha Dec 2014
another day
a few more hours
till this time comes again.
look out, for i will make
the same mistakes.
but these errors are not random
they are natural fluctuations.
i am studying for physics bye. #wishmeluck #tears
Sandra Dec 2014
I watch their footsteps
I listen to their laughs
Sometimes I wonder why
They keep joking about love.

I walk into the classroom
The boys are being rude
The girls are gossiping
Sometimes I wonder if
I fit in here.

I sit on the desk, preparing myself
The teacher comes in
He looks very tired, like I'm
Sometimes I wonder if
He wants to die--like I'd.

I start the exam, numbers are running inside my head
I look around to see if everyone's noticing
I look down at the paper and
Pull out a pencil from
the pencil case and
Stab my throat.

While the blood are rushing on my shirt
and down to my legs
I wonder why
They keep joking about love.
I get very tired after the final exam, and i wonder why they're still joking about love.
Harsh Sandhu Nov 2014
When listen about date of exam
Feelings got high and uncalm
Being company of books inevitable
Now condition of students deplorable
Having pressure smacking clock fatuously
Yawning and laziness offing continuously
To see books again and again become petulant
But thinking about exams it takes dissentiment!

Due to exams sleep devoured
Neither subject nor weather favoured
Time ate to last morsel the pleasure
And to do best alter one's nature
Pretending today's work to next day
Lastly purge to  get something we have to pay!!
Time for examination ..it's hard time, library time..
Sydney Ann Nov 2014
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I copied your exam,
*And I failed too.
Also from my best friend Krystal  XD
Tawanda Mulalu Nov 2014
They said that all that glittered was not always gold
And even your star-struck eyes couldn't be sold
for much of a profit; we were worth a little bit too much
even if half of us couldn't be bothered to give a

piece of the soul to the great big unknown
so you danced to the music and stayed within your zone
but your hips didn't quite move and your behind didn't quite shake
Exam season had you thinking that the last turn-up was a mistake

So you turn't down for everything to become a Top Achiever
and gave your soul to Cambridge because it's clear that you're a dreamer
And that's why your eyes became so suddenly star struck
And how suddenly a past paper was worth a little bit too much

But it was worth it because

Even if one year of your life passed you by...
Even if one year of your life passed you by...
Even if one year of your life passed you by....

...You still wrote your candidate number in sneakers looking fly.

So even though not all of us can become an A*
That doesn't mean that not all of us in life cannot go far
As written in the constellations are the particles of our star-dust
the whole is more than the sum of its parts and so are you my little star-struck

former IGCSE candidate.
See? You really were able to manage it.
IGCSE means 'International General Certificate of Secondary Education.' So basically what you need to get a high school diploma.(aside from the next two years of A-Levels...)
Noandy Oct 2014
The room was silent
And the room was dark
The papers were half filled
Each of us had gotten a mark

Sat separated like a ****** convict
Restrained from looking left and right
Our visions went on as the pages went by
To fill all the blacks in the hollow white pond

Some minds raced and some were scooped out
Some minds cracked and some started to decay
If the amount of thought could be shown by blood
I'm sure only some of us would die because of the loss

I saw your eyes rolled beneath her table
I saw another rolled and peeked from above
Poor things couldn't put their minds at the right place
And finally grazed for victims to contend their dry thoughts

It might not seem like it but to me, dearest, you are criminal
Fear pursued you to reflect on a wrong mirror to cope with evil
But Fear has always been my ally and always serves me a good deal
Then why, I ask you, why did it dance you to the pit of blatant fools?

Let's just watch our show merrily and I shall talk no more
When we started from nothing and ended as nothing
Since in the ****** I was both Holmes and Moriarty
You copied the way I think and the way I ****

I was the one who thought and the one who worked
I became compared with a mere doll of your kinds
Supposed to embark heartily and gain my throne
Yet you sat upon my couch like an impostor queen

In the end nothing really matters
For I have seen your flower and I have seen it withered
I should water mine so it would grow a steady tree
And I will doubt and laugh if yours ever break free

From the tangled lies you've made upon the papers
All these rotten times.
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