On results day, only six letters mattered; ABC DEF I managed to get ten. A*A* AAAA BB DD Do they even matter? DD (What about my other grades?) DD (But I passed all the rest!) DD!? (Aren’t you guys proud of me?) DD! (but i did my best…)
All I heard was I didn’t try hard enough That I should have done more than I did So if my best just wasn’t good enough Then i’d do what I wanted instead.
I often feel as though poets are dragons
Our tongues, flames of
Passion, fury, envy or love.
There is both creation
In the way we burn.
Because before the fire gets out
It must work its way through
Veins, lungs and throats,
Scorching our insides in the hope
That it can scald you also.
Know, that if our words burn,
We are already blistered.
For a moment Everything stops. A single silver string suspends Five years of half hopes And dangerous desires. My eyes bore in to hers, Searching for a flicker For anything A single spark to show That all is not lost.
But her pupils Are dark, deep as the ocean. The moment breaks A wave upon her pale blues iris. And all I have left Is the turn of my heel, The lights of the city And the echo of the closed door.
This night will drain from her head, Memories; tears flow to the bed All that remains is the knowledge That something went wrong. But she can’t recall what It hovers, tugs the tip of her tongue, Like a spoilt child, Cries for attention.
There will be times you’ll feel alone. You’ll come back to your home Town, but the streets won’t carry The same gravity that they did when you were Younger, fresher, brighter When the whole world was a promise; Now all you know for sure is that You’ve been let down.