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I.
This year I've done nothing remarkable,
because that wasn't on my syllabus.
But,
I did learn how to make conversation
with an empty locker,
because you weren't one of the students
who'd had gone off on Exchange.
II.
This year I've done nothing worth remembering,
because my timetable had no place for memories.
But,
I did learn how to inject meaning
into moments were there were none,
because you weren't one of the poems
in my last English paper.
III.
This year I've done nothing for my soul,
because I'm just a candidate number.
But,
I did learn how to learn how my examiners
think. Past papers are the future,
and you aren't one of those questions
that I'll get full marks for again.
IV.
And this year,
time will pass itself,
killing everything
but my memories,
but my final grades.
V.
And this year,
time will have passed itself,
having killed everything.
Even my memories.
Even my final grades.
VI.
As everything
becomes everything again,
the year next;
with another you,
with another syllabus.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC
Father checks if I'm sleeping; I wake up, and see
little tinctures of nothing night-sky poetic, I see
blandness slathered in a huge speck. Where was
that spirit and excitement and everything that life offered
not too long ago? Who wakes up to do their homework
at midnight?
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
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.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 5:18 PM UTC