"gcses" poems
I lost a friend
In the land of broken dreams
We can’t lie
And say we didn’t try
But today I stride in alone
To the land of the forgotten
Hoping to make it out alive
In one piece, to the other side
It may take an hour or year
but we have one last chance
To mend our souls
And lives
And our GCSEs
But if we fail
Then we failed together
We may not be friends
But we gave it ago
And I regret nothing
I had fun.
I enjoyed the hidden pain
All the laughs and jokes
And the nasty remarks.
We were different
And that’s what made it special
We were special
And no one can change that
Till next time,
Good bye my ‘good friend’
I’ll see you in English and science
And lunch and break.
Because we can’t be avoided.
Yesterday we stood together and
Today I stand alone
Onto my next journey
I turn back to the past before stepping to the future
While you watch me from the distance
Wondering where did it all go wrong,
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 2:47 PM UTC
The next few hours can determine
ones chance of survival.
Of stability in their lives as an adult.
Good luck in your GCSEs my dear friends! It’s not your fault exams got cancelled.
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 1:15 AM UTC
When I got my GCSEs
They said I was lucky
When I got into uni
They said I was lucky
When the doctors got to me just in time
They said I was lucky
When I met you
I knew it was luck
And now
I’m running out of luck
And you’re leaving me
I wonder what they’ll say now
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 3:37 PM UTC
i’m meant to be able to do it,
for a long time
it’s been the only thing i’m good at,
i never felt inferior when learning it,
and getting my grades back,
was like a dream come true
finally some As in the bag,
for someone who truly,
only, ever really got Cs
and when i did my GCSEs
the questions flowed through me,
and the words placed themselves
on the page without me
barely even thinking,
i knew what i was doing then,
and now, well, i sit and stare
at the poems without a thought in my mind,
and i read Dr Faustus
and pretend like i don’t care, that
i can’t conjure a single, original point
and i can’t analyse the words
because i don’t know what they mean
and i can’t write my essays with that
familiar confidence i used to contain,
now i sit and i struggle,
without structure or form
and no context at all,
then i’m surprised when it comes back as a D,
the As are gone, and so are the Cs.
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 7:03 PM UTC