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You are my favourite element, C?
Four bonds you offer, in strength and security
There is no element that you, carbon, will not embrace
So from the diamond on my ring to my true love's face
You make everything that matters in my life
Your covalent bonds could not be cut with a knife
Stronger than ruby, topaz and quartz
And every organic compounds depends on your supports
For it would not be organic without you, carbon
So much more reactive than neon and argon
If not for this fact, there would be no life
Carbon, I wish to make you my wife
So much more faithful than a human lover
I only want atoms under my bed covers
That collection of atoms may call itself a person
But it's the elements within her that I love for certain
So with this diamond ring I get down on one knee
Giving atoms to atoms. Carbon will you marry me?
Ode to Carbon
Another one from Creative Writing Society. This went in a somewhat different direction to how I was anticipating. :-/ But when I showed them the first few lines at the meeting, they begged me to finish the poem. So here it is.

I mean what the hell? I don't even like diamond rings.

Preview image is by ilovebutter on Flickr.… (licensed under Creative Commons)
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.
If you are reading this in GCSE English class
Another from UoN Creative Writing. I am not sure what prompted this, but it came from the same session as this abomination - - but nonetheless, I am actually quite proud of this. I can actually imagine it being analysed, explained and interpreted to death by a GCSE English class. Does that mean I compare myself to Seamus Heaney?
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;
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!
accENT upON the WRONG syLLABle NOW
I'd like to apologise for my complete butchery of the iambic pentameter and 14-line sonnet forms. Nevertheless, this is a poem about a new and fantastic way that we should all speak, and it is intended to be read aloud with an emphasis on every second syllable, hence the use of uppercase to denote this.
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 below you, dotted with white cloud islands. You take quiet amusement at the people nearby who are walking with their dogs, mysteriously glued to the ceiling. A group of boys from the year above are playing a noisy game of three-way football, also upside down. You see the ball take off and fly downwards, only to curve back up and hit the ceiling.

A flock of pigeons, disturbed by the thump of the football, fly away upwards. Or are they going downwards to escape the ceiling? Downwards, definitely downwards. You don't know why that confused you, but it’s perfectly clear now: down is up and up is down, and gravity pulls things upwards. You consider this paradox, turning it over and over in your head. Then the illusion is so complete, that you may as well be living in an upside-down world, then you start to roll over. And you fall… downwards.
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 level functions started to go. They began forgetting where they lived, and ambled around aimlessly. Their higher motor functions were the next to go, so the walking changed to a zombie-like amble. Finally they lost the power of speech, but for the primitively emotional part of their brains, which was still firing off at full pelt, reaching for the only words it knew how to say.

“Fuck fuck, shitting fuck.”
“What's wrong with John, he's gone mental.”
“Don't go near him. He's got that disease!”
“Why the fuck not?”
“Oh no... not you too!”
“What the fuck?”
“Kevin, nooo!”
“Shitting hell, shit shit fuck.”
“Wank you fucking bastard. Fucking cunt.”

And so it came to pass that the swearing hoard poured out of university halls on a Friday night and overran the city, making crude noises, overwhelming the transport system and damaging property.

But nothing had really changed after all.
F***ing Zombies
Another short story from UoN creative Writing, written in our halloween session. And like every zombie apocalypse, it is very very loosely based on actual science.


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