If you are reading this in GCSE English classIf you are reading this in GCSE English class by Jynt0
If you are reading this in GCSE English class
Know that this is not a sonnet. It is not a piece of rap music
And it most definitely is not romantic.
Your teacher may push you to seek out meaning in the
unexplained line breaks, subtle symbols
Turn the page on its side, perhaps, and you will observe, contemplate, infer perhaps
the deeper allusions behind the bed of spikes
formed by this stanza,
representing the angst and the deathly cringe within the mind of some so-called poet
(hint: the line break is a metaphor for death)
Or is it a city skyline? Representing the tragedy of my home town.
Teacher is really grasping at straws here.
It's not even a proper poem
I couldn't write it in iambic or trochaic pentameter.
And that's just sad.
Seek out Heaney or Duffy instead. They are far worthier poets.
If you are reading this poem in GCSE English class
Find your own meaning. It belongs to you now.
accENT upON the WRONG syLLABle NOWaccENT upON the WRONG syLLABle NOW by Jynt0
like THIS, like THAT! i WILL do ANyTHING
to KEEP this POem IN iAMbic FORM
shakeSPEARE would BE scorNING me FROM his GRAVE
but SCREW that, HE wrote HIS own RULES so WHY
can't I do THE same? OKay IT may NOT
be PROper PENtamETer AND those LAST
few LINE breaks WERE someTHING quite HIDeOUS
but WE'RE pushING onWARDS, riSING, fallING
bringING a NEW rhyTHM to EVEryDAY;
conVERsaTIONS and SPEEches WILL neVER
evER be THE same AND it WILL be GREAT!
if YOU hate IT at FIRST, get USED to IT
and TELL your FRIENDS the REvoLUtion's HERE
and IT won't EVen HAVE to RHYME, so THERE!
FallingFalling by Jynt0
You're lying on a park bench, watching the world go by. You've recently turned 14, and therefore too old to go in the playground, though it makes little difference to you now. Last summer they got rid of the big slide, health and safety reasons as such, and it's not been fun anymore. You have little to do while your little brother is enjoying the swings, so you take out your phone and play a game, pretending to look busy. But you soon give up.
Still, you could be indoors right now, doing homework in front of the TV, watching the same old sitcoms and getting stuck on the second question. So you enjoy the fresh air for what it is. Taking in a deep breath of it, you recline on the bench and stretch out your legs. And you raise an arm to brush the long hair out of your eyes.
You tilt your head back and watch the world go by. Everything looks the same, except upside down. You see a ceiling of green grass, crossed by the black ribbon of the tarmac footpath. There is an ocean of blue sky belo
F***ing ZombiesF***ing Zombies by Jynt0
They'd seen it in movies: every possible interpretation of the zombie apocalypse. Sometimes they walked, sometimes they ran, always they were deadly. But no one ever expected them to curse. In hindsight it shouldn’t have been at all surprising. It had been known for a while that the brain stores profanities differently from the rest of the rest of the language centre. There had been countless heartbreaking cases of patients recovering from a stroke and lost the power of speech. The joy of their loved ones when they started swearing, and the terrible disappointment when they realised that was the only thing they could say, was repeated thousands of times in hospitals everywhere.
Then in October of 2013, it happened to everyone. As predicted, the virus was quarantined, but it escaped through the air vents. By the time they discovered the extent of the spread, it had been incubated in the bodies of thousands with no visible symptoms. Once it spread to the brain however, their high l