A little broken
They don’t understand
Every day – do this and that and these and those
All by tomorrow
And all I can ask myself is how?
How can we be expected to tackle all of this?
Regardless of your family life and all this other crap
Dealing with the pressure
Not breaking down
Screaming and crying
Even though it would feel so good to let it all out
To scream until your voice goes hoarse
To let the tears fall and drench your face
To drown in a pool of your own salty tears
To curl into a ball and never venture outside again
Yet somehow we manage
Defy all the expectations
Stand up again and keep going
But we overcome it all
We may be a little broken afterwards
But we help each other
And fix ourselves
By Róisín Robinson
All alone I think again
I need inspiration,
Someone I can call a friend,
Before I succumb to desperation.
I think to just one person,
Someone who was always there.
She was always be sure they wouldn’t worsen,
Always seeming she would care.
Until she ended up leaving,
Gone to live away,
And I was left grieving,
My life going astray,
Until I was able to find more people,
Lonely no more I couldn’t be,
No more an empty Cathedral,
One of the many boats upon the sea.
what do you think when u here school
for some people its fun for others not
what I think its hard for the people who don’t enjoy school
they get called names slagged for the way they look
well for dose for who enjoy school
think about if how would you feel if it was u been bullied
so do something about it
tell someone and then atleast u can say u actually helped the fight of bullying
so do something don’t just sit there and watch it happen
by henry and raymond
Its frail and thin
its flaky skin
Its sleepness nights
A scream within
Thin never comes
drop dead on the floor
it laughs: your not in control anymore
By Emele Gibson
Sensory Processing Disorder
Every day the cycle repeats.
I get up my head burns with pain
I haven’t made outside my bed room yet.
Too much light, too much sound.
I continue on
my head slowly burns
near blinding shining of screaming lights,
people talking about weekend’s plans,
after school, these heightened senses
smells of after shave, perfume,
deodorant and sweat.
Every day near sleepless nights
just for living through another day of this.
I know I can’t go anywhere for help.
People just presume what’s right for me to do
they know nothing.
So I continue to go through life
waiting for the day when I won’t have to wear
noise cancelling head phones
to try and dull the pain.
So now I wait until that day.
The school bus rattles down the winding road,
and watching “A place in the sun.”
As I crawl my way upstairs,
ready to sit at my desk again,
ready to repeat yesterday’s tasks,
I’ll be sitting here until ten.
I can’t help but get tired of
this routine I’ve developed.
Everyday seems the same
you feel like life’s enveloped
you, in it’s seemingly safe blanket,
trying to protect you from harm
by using painful repetition,
it’s a constant alarm.
But in reality, the routine
only makes you bored.
Tired and fed up,
Of these dull days you’ve conjured.
Wake up, school, homework, bed.
It’s more interesting in your own head.
But then, sometimes, you get a surprise.
A day with new adventuress, it feels like a prize.
Those are the days you cherish the most,
where you can forget the painful routine.
These are the days you cherish the most,
the ones that help you through your suffocating teens.
We all have first impressions,
Yet when we take a step back, We find we are all the same.
they have little mouths to feed at home and are just making a living.
We do this too, to the rich,
When really she struggled with two jobs as well as tutoring, to get her this far.
We are all quick to judge,
We all struggle in life, some have it better some have it worse,
The Beat of a Heart
The beat of a heart is like the beat of a drum
But the beat of a heart does not feel the beat of sounds that your
Body hears outside like all the names you are called but you go home and
Your parents try to tell u to cheer up and say sticks and stones may break your bones but names should never hurt you but inside you are beating yourself because you think what everyone says is true even though your friends tell you to cheer up but you just can’t because you are fed up with everything around you.
You feel like you don’t belong and you just wish that everyone you hate would be gone but everything you want gone will never go away and will always be there to stay and every day you wish to be older and move away from all this
But at the end of the day you have to get on with your life and the beat will always stay with you even in your heart.
Do they understand?
They say they empathize
We have a lot of things planned
Even more to do
There is study, tests, homework and more
Nobody is willing to fix the problem,
To reach the core
Because even though we have lives, activities and honestly,
We don’t have time to produce work of high quality
There are twenty four hours in the day
You should spend over four on study in exam years they say
There is no time
Why are we blamed if we want to have fun
To let loose, to drink, to just be young
Our job is to be irresponsible
Are we allowed?
Survive or Thrive
We have been taught
The meaning of life
The way to thrive
It’s not the same
To be alive
As it is to just survive
It is all about hiding
Watching from the distance
Hiding from the power
You’re just getting through the day
What I’m trying to say
Is that you’re just not living
How do you define?
Where is the line
Between being a thriver
And being a survivor
How do you decipher
Which or what
Who is the where?
And what is the not
Just do not let them tell you to stop
Cause you decide whether you’re living or not.
Adam Walsh & Ian Beattie
Teachers think they know but really they don’t
Saying they’ve done it before but they really didn’t
Things, people, places it’s all changed
Don’t do drugs it’s not cool
Now it’s “cool” not to stay in school
Do you know the pressure on teens today?
Not just by the teachers but by their peers
All they want to do is leave have a few beers
Then go home and shed a few tears
Cheers to all the school years.
Why do bad things happen?
Why do bad things happen
Everyone is caught up on the same old nonsense ‘things happen for a reason’
Not everything you want to happen for a reason is ever a good thing
Religious people talking about god, like how much he does for everyone if it
If it wasn’t for him the world wouldn’t exist.
I DO believe in god but what really has me questioning is that if he keeps us ‘safe’.
If he really does keep us safe how come innocent people get diseases such as
Cancer, aids, and other diseases, why do innocent people get killed in car crashes etc..
Why do all the worst things possible happen to innocent people.
For a very long time I’ve had a lot of anger built up in me inside, because ive lost two aunties in my past time from cancer and ill be honest here I do have a very big worry about it been passed on to me or my parents but I try my best to keep positive about everything
My question is why?
ANOTHER DAY ASIDE.
He was really insecure,
Depressed? But not sure.
Something wasn’t right,
But if he told them, they might;
Put their heel through his skull,
Next for the cull.
Be popping pills on a daily basis,
Doctors, just more faces.
So he bottled it up inside,
Put another day aside.
How long could he live like this?
He would never reach “bliss”.
He followed social norm,
Wondering why he was born.
On his deathbed he thought,
It had all been for naught,
He was probably right,
But at least the light,
Hadn’t shone on him,
And at Le Fin,
He could die with no hymns,
His life, the most pointless of whims.
Maitiú Ó’ Ceallaigh
What is life
Can you define it?
Is it maybe what you love?
Or what you do best?
Is it what makes you feel at rest?
The best things are what last
That’s why you find them a blast
The bad stuff
Unable to bluff
Unable to vent
The other 99%,
Behind the cuts
We act strong but behind the cuts
can be a world of hate when u say to mom
I hate school its just not the work
it the people in there behind them gates
walking in with a world of fear
witch is not to great for a young boy
only 15 wishes people liked him
no need to slag that’s makes you sad
he had he break down just went mad
he hit every thing he could once
he was my bud then he just hit on the
not once but to much so he jumped up
but you man on the ground
and he said well your sound
I been just the new girl for about 4 years now,
Nobody notice me,
Not even the teachers,
Nobody talks to me,
Not even the new people,
I’m the outcast,
Nobody bother me, I keep to myself,
I’m classed as the freak,
Just because I’m me.
By Alison and Sarah
Crying for no reason
She is empty inside
Emotionless and broken
But she doesn’t feel it anymore
She thinks she’s happy
She smiles and laughs
She jokes and plays
Her friends are blind and don’t see a thing
But she doesn’t either
She can’t describe it
Pain chased her for years
Until she went numb
Numb to everything
Not caring about anything
No hate no love. …nothing
But she really smiles and really laughs
But inside she is numb
Not good enough and lonely
Ugly and worthless
She said its fine
She lied to herself that its nothing, it’ll end
But in truth it’s him
It’s that one person that left long ago
And will never come back
Crying for no reason every night
By Monika Moryc
King pug, drank from a mug, that’s from a pub.
He didn’t really care, what he was going to wear.
He had long hair, kinda like a bear.
but it was rare, to see him walking any where.
He could never fay a fair, but he found a way every where.
We start off as a child, before we get wild and start going to mad parties,
Boys play with their cars and girls play with their Barbies,
Teachers afraid to let us go outside to lines with the sharpies
Parents try so hard to keep us on track,
Afraid that if they let us go that they’ll never get us back,
There comes a time when we’ll go to them parties,
Of course we’ll come back, we aren’t joining the army,
Just let us be free,
That’s all we ever want to be
There comes a time where we have to get in our cars,
Of course we’ll turn back, and we aren’t going so far,
But for now it’s a new track,
Just give us some space and stand back.
Just a little slut,
Over all you’re a powder puff mutt
Revisiting all my past boys,
Damn, you use them like toys,
A fake little girl,
Neither diamond nor pearl,
Do you even know what you’re doing?
Or do you know who you’re fooling?
Nobody really has interest,
Oh what should you wear you think you’re the best,
Very self-centred little child,
Always “boy wild”
Never touch him again!…
By Roisin Gaynor
A ghost for years unnoticed,
Walking by in the halls unnoticed,
All of a sudden things change, I’m noticed.
Sudden texts run in, I’m not used to this, I’m noticed.
It’s a constant flow, the attention rushes to me,
Expectations are high, I don’t know to deal with It,
I catch him watching, him looking, I see his clear interest.
It’s scary as I am so young
Everyone can leave,
But not me,
He waits and waits and waits for a day for me to become somewhat interested,
But I’m not, I want to be free, but he is still here, obsessed,
Before you start to fool with me
Let me inform you how it will be
First I will seduce you and make you my slave
Ive sent men much stronger than you to their grave
You think you could never become a disgrace
And end up addicted to to my shitty waste
Then youll start inhaling me one afternoon
Youll take me into your arms very soon
The day you realise the monster has grown
Youll then promise to leave me alone
You’ve think that you got the mystical knack
Then you think im finally off your back
Theres no way out theres no need to look
For deep down inside you know you are hooked
Youll run to the pusher and then
Youll welcome me back to your arms once again
And when you return as I foretold
I know that youll give me your body and soul
Youll give up your morals and your heart
And then youll be mine until death do us apart
At night she silently cries in her bed,
About all the mean things they said.
She walks the halls, head hung in shame,
She thinks she is the one to blame
Frightened and scared she runs away
Will it get any better some day?
She has not one loving friend,
So instead she just tries to blend.
In a pool of her on tears,
As she looks down the 5 story stairs
Maybe if she had some friends,
It wouldn’t be her life that she ends.
Leah O’Leary and Sorcha Byrne
Boys be mitching, droppin outta school
Heading to the inch, be thinking there all cool
Heading to nolans for the daily roll,
After one too many the chicken takes its toll
Boys like dougie thinks its all a joke
When the boys go forest for there daily smoke
Smoking away there grief,
With their pouch of amber leaf
Be taking one more drag, of there e fag
Doing anything to get there hands on a 25 bag
Sean Corrigan, Eoin Cahill, Mike Corrigan
The word beauty,
Succession in sports is mind over matter,
Where We Live
Where we live,
A boy can like a boy,
And a girl can like a girl.
We can love, we can marry, we can be happy.
We look back to not so long ago,
When we were embarrassed,
We were in hiding,
It was illegal for us to love.
Somewhere far away,
There’s a girl falling in love with her best friend,
Or a boy looking at a boy in his class,
And they’re thinking,
“What’s wrong with me?”
Where they live,
It’s still illegal,
They’re still embarrassed,
They’re still in hiding.
They’re being chased, tortured, mocked, humiliated,
They’ll live their lives
Starved of love,
Deprived of happiness,
Existing, rather than living.
Bring them into a world,
A world of love,
A world of happiness,
A world where they can live how they want to live.
Bring them into a world,
Like one where we live.
– Cathal McMahon
Stuck in a phase
“It’s just a phase”
At this rate I hear this more than simple things like “how are you”
“You’ll grow out of it”
“It’s just a fad”
“You don’t know what you want now, you’re only young”
Have you ever thought maybe I do?
I may have an idea of what I want to be
But I haven’t written anything in stone
I understand it’s hard to take me seriously when my generation is more concerned with people on the telly than the people on the streets
But I could be different,
Yes may love things that will be completely irrelevant to me in 10 years
But for now they matter
For now they mean the world to me
And my parents never fail to remind me about there’s
My Friends, Music taste, humour will shape me to be me
So I understand what you call a “Phase” may bother you now
But it’s shaping who I will be when I am older
And all I ask if for you to respect that.
When we think of school we think of work, friends, homework, boredom……..
what we don’t think about because it’s hard to even put are selves in that position ,is a child in Africa who may have to travel miles to get to school or not even go to school because there at home looking after their family because there mother is sick, their father has left and your siblings are starving.
These are the types of thinks you don’t think of when you’re in school board or at home in bed pretending your sick when your mother comes in so you don’t want to go to school.
So every time you complain about school in front of your friends because your tired or just not bothered with school, reminder……
your lucky even if you think otherwise.
life is pain
Some people say every day is like a new adventure
But what is an adventure without its ups and downs
And those low points can really affect us
Every day, in and out of our schools, work places and homes
In these day to day adventures we cope
We deal with everyday situations as they present themselves
Do what we must, we succeed, we fail, we survive
We go home, the daily adventure has come to a close
With that our thoughts become clear knowing we have finished the day
But not for everyone
Everyday life to some is like a never ending adventure at its low point
However, we must be with them on their travels
Be with them, until their adventure concludes
I stand alone facing pain
I sit there with my friends they are unaware
If I can’t face this alone I will not get stronger if there is no pain there is no gain
But there is one I trust and I know that one will care
I fear not being able to protect that one
I learn to fight and gain muscle to be strong
Destroy anyone who harms that person break them like a bone
Even though it seems wrong
These are my beliefs that person is my heart
They are my soul and my only faith
I will play my part
I will protect them till I’m in checkmate.
Being young is a challenge,
The Adventures Of
The Lumber Jack
By Ben and Patrick
I sat in the tree, staring into space,
Staring at the beauty of nature.
I listened to the birds chirp, and watched
the Grass flowing In the wind.
and then I heard it.
A faint whisper.
They grew, louder and louder
Until finally it was howling,
Chanting, screaming, bellowing
My name along with other names
Delivering an unbelievable pain like shower of arrows.
Along with lunch.
The school bell rang, knelling classes to a close.
I retreated back to class, praying that the bullying
But it never did, and it never will.
What love is
They fake being in love, I know they’re not,
The tension in the house would make you rot.
When they’re not together,
The atmosphere is better.
Do you understand this?
When they’re not together my mind is at bliss.
Why they’re still a couple I will never understand,
They can’t even look at each other never mind hold hands.
Why can’t they split up? Because of me and my brother?
There’s no point in them being together, one fight after another.
Is this what love is?
Since the first kiss, you blew
For you I feel oh so much love,
Your words remind of a mourning dove,
I’ll watch you whip then watch you neigh,
Your face reminds me of a warm summers day,
You cheer me up when I feel down,
You wipe away my sour frown,
Now before this poem will escalate,
Allow me to ask you on a date,
You’re love for me is a mystery,
Just like my blank internet history,
Even when you’re in a bad mood,
I still receive a casual nude,
I have always loved you,
Since the first kiss, you blew.
There came the day and I was born
First day and second, being second guessed
Third, new faces, new home and no sight of those you have been with for months.
Snoozing in the cot but dreaming of where I have just been brought
3rd birthday…..Orlando here I come!
But why am I so glum?
Years have gone by
But the roller-coaster is just going high!
“Where are you from…where are you from?”
Constantly buzzing in your ear
All you want to do is disappear
Not really understanding or asking
Questions emerge but answers don’t
You give a little moan and a sigh
But the years continue going by
“Why?” I ask myself
The right time and age came.
Now I understand.
You didn’t always get the full picture but I do now
Always at the back of your head but better to stay ahead
Maybe we’ll meet again….