The thought floats through my mind
But its power is strong
My heart falls behind
My stomach clenches
The butterflies are alive.
The day looms and I can’t help dreading it.
I worry my voice will fail
I worry I won’t be able to do it.
The day comes closer but I want it gone
I’ve done this before
But not on my own
The power of a single song
Can be so strong.
He was only the age of three
Barely able to talk, only beginning to see
He didn’t know what was going on
He had to leave his country, what did he do wrong?
He began the treacherous journey with his tired family
Arriving at Turkish shores, they boarded the dinghy
The sea was so rough and truly unforgiving
But they were really desperate for a better standard of living.
Life can be tough and it was not meant to be
A better life, this boy did not see.
He tried so hard to keep hold of the boat
He soon let go and did not float.
He was only the age of three,
Barely able to talk, only beginning to see.
Depression is the tight grasp
Of a strong clammy hand
Pinning you down
Holding you back
It’s the feeling of being trapped
As if tied up with locks and a chain
Unable to function
The way you used to.
Unable to love
Unable to feel loved.
But the thing is
You are beautiful –
No matter how long you stare into the mirror crying
You are unique –
No matter how much you feel like a follower
You are special
You are important
And eventually the clasp will weaken and the locks will unlock
You’ll once again feel joy
The feeling you may have long forgotten
Your world will brighten up
And the sun will shine for you again.
Late nights early mornings
All for what some people say
Little sleep lots of stress
Anticipating the coming of May
Perfection, perfection that’s all they want
Do it for yourself? Yeah right enough!
Crying, breakdowns, we need more time
It’s not enough the teachers chime.
Hands shaking, pens drop,
Placing papers on the top,
Question 1 through 10 they did, no noise
Then slowly the students lost their poise.
Finally the day, it came,
The students they all felt the same
Cheers of delight from all involved,
Not that all their problems were solved.
I Will Be Someone
They say life is easy
Its what you make it
I have to disagree.
Yes of course what you put in you get out
Yet we are held back by strings
I have no doubt.
We are told to settle down
Meet someone special
Maybe I want to look around
At the world around me
It seems quite scary
I may feel the need to flee.
I want to be someone
I want to inspire
Someday I will become one.
Maybe the stars get lonely too
They’re filled with false hope
And tales of love lost.
There’s a miracle called friendship that dwells within the heart
You don’t know where it happened or when it gets a start
True friends will touch your heart whether close or far apart
Keep them close. Preferably in your heart.
Tension builds from mid-summer
Pressure mounts like a train revving to go
Its seems so far but yet so close
Not a day goes by that it doesn’t cross your mind
One week to go
Seems to be all everyone’s talking about
How the balance sheet balanced
How maths was impossible.
Butterflies race eager to be released
Time drags by, an hour feels like a day
Too nervous to relax, a sleepless night ahead
The day arrives
Quivering with emotion
Arrive at school, see everyone gathered round
The screeching of tyres
Sound of a horn and desperate cries
Everything goes black.
My life has changed forever.
Maeve Rooney and Katie McGoldrick
What Am I?
Each night I’d sneak out with my friends
So frightened of becoming dead
Afterwards I’d go to bed
Scared of what the next day would bring ahead
I’d wake up petrified
But not of my friends but of me…
My family would agree to disagree
They would say why are you not filled with glee
Your personality is like the dead sea
I would cry for hours on end
I … was emotionally dead.
People Don’t Understand
People don’t understand how you feel when you look in the mirror and hate what you see.
People don’t understand what it’s like to feel like you’re trapped, like you’re in a big black hole.
When you feel like you just can’t breathe.
When hate and misery consumes you and you can’t think straight.
When you hope that everyone else is late, so you can fix yourself.
And hope that what you see is anything else but how you feel.
Never Give Up
Never give up
Even when times are tough
And you feel all alone
Never give up
When every one is putting you down
And telling you to get real
Wipe away the frown
And remember when things feel like a struggle
Just think of the view from the top
Never give up
There will always be haters and doubters
But there will also be conqueror’s
Like you proving them all wrong
Never give up
“Boys like short girls.”
You said it like a fact
Like everyone knew it
So I had to act
Like I didn’t know
Act like I didn’t care
Like the words weren’t drilling into my head
And staying there.
“She’s prettier than you.”
More words pass your lips
Spoken in an argument
Now I have to get to grips
With the fact that it’s true, she is.
You tell me you were kidding
You tell me that I’m “hot”
You hold my hand and tell me you won’t stop
Feeling this way, you like me
You’re smitten, you’re here to stay!
I want to believe you
I really do
But you had those thoughts once
They came from you
So what if they come back?
What will I do then?
Just please stop being a prick, again.
Rise and shine
The day has broken so here comes my rhyme
Two little birds sit on the ledge
Two little birds wrecking my head
Roll out of bed
Just about dead
Tumble down stairs to be met by a herd
A family stomps around the kitchen floor
Go girl go get out that door
5 to 9 sprint to school
9 o’clock as I slide into a stool
Bye for now.
Life can be rocky, life can be hard
Sometimes it can leave you scarred
Other times life can be great
Definitely making it worth the wait.
However, one thing I’ve learned
Is life always turns
So keep your head high
Higher than the sky.
What Can I Say?
What can I say ?
Tears fear what can I say
It all happened in the middle of May
The coffin arrived
I felt raw inside
I didn’t know what to say
But that is death at the end of the day.
They are there but it’s like they don’t care
Suffocated by their silence, I hear the violence
Ringing in my ears
Can you hear me
Weeping for myself
I’m in too deep
Save me from myself.
Indulging in your trust
Making you believe me
You are here but you can’t see me
Just sit beside me and feel my feelings
It’s not easy to make you need me
You are needed
You mean a lot to me
But I need to set you free
Scars are covered with your love
You can see me from above
I can’t let you go.
He bought me flowers
As bright as day
A remedy of happiness
How could one complain?
Day’s went on
They withered away
Leaving me to watch
As they fall so frail.
The funny thing about love
Much like sunflowers
It withers away.
Fantastic evenings by the sea
Useless money spent on ice cream
Nothing is better than the simplicity of people
Appreciate what you have
Remember there is always worse than me
What is Beauty?
Is it in the clothes we wear,the figure we carry,or the way we comb our hair?
Beauty can be seen only through our eyes, because only through our eyes can we see the heart
The place where love resides.
We have to be able to see past the ‘set idea’ of what makes someone beautiful
So we can start to see it in ourselves.
Some we are born with, some we create
There is no cosmetic for beauty like happiness
The smile we give is worth more than any jewel
It is something that is reflected in our soul.
Jump on the bus in a hurry and a flush
Juice at the ready and you’re going on the lush
Mothers are watching,
Eyeing up the load
But they don’t know what’s to come
Half an hour down the road
Forget about results,
Just think about the night
Out with DA SQUAD
Not a single care in sight
Pull up at the place
And your eyes are blurry
But everyone’s the same
Past the bouncers in a scurry
Music banging, boys are hanging,
Backs to the wall and they’re trying to get a tapping
Few shifts here
Throw shapes there
What a class way
To start off the year
Onto the bus and you need to calm down
Plate of curry chips, in the middle of town
Your mother’s on her way so you grab a bottle of water
Cos as far as she’s concerned
you are the perfect daughter!
Welcome to School
You look, you stare
You claim that you care
You sit them down
And fry their brains
You’re driving them fricken insane!
A future (to you) relies on numbers and letters
But to them, their minds
Are their salvation
And they could of awakened
You kill them from the inside out
You drive them to drink
To drugs, to smoking.
You attempt to turn them
Into your perfect models
Of diligence and obedience
But oh, if you knew
Everything that they really do.
So loosen your leash
And take a deep breath,
We may be alive,
But we’re dead on the inside.
So clink your wine bottles
And take the last of your pills
And tell them you’re sorry for all that you killed.
My squad is good
My squad is great
With 13 girls I call my mates.
If you want a roast
We will definitely host
Rup the west coast.
Cartown where you at
Results will hit like a baseball bat
We’ll leave it at that.
Rup gossip gurlo.
Ash O’ Reegz and MC Corcoran
Looking through your window,
Its 5 am.
I hope you don’t catch me,
Your sleep is so peaceful
Soon to be awake.
Soon I will meet you
And hopefully greet you,
As the tip of my knife twists
You cry screams of pain
But no one can hear you
You died insane.
It’s All Going To Be OK
They tell you it’s all going to be OK. But will it? They don’t warn you about what could happen, they leave you to see it through. They allow the walls to crush you and break you to pieces in the hope that someone else can put them back together. You are surrounded. Surrounded by the thoughts that you will never accomplish anything, that nobody cares about you and you will forever be in a pit of loneliness. You call, but nobody answers. You try to escape the voice that’s tearing your mind apart but you fall deeper. Deeper and deeper until nothing. There’s nothing they can do. They try to buy time but it’s not on your side. All you can do now is hope. Hope that things will get better. So you can live the life they’ve always wanted you to lead.
Sitting out on the beach
Drifting in and out of mind
Like the waves that come in and out of sight
Thinking to myself I wonder
I wonder what it would be like
To touch the sky
To touch the great depths of the ocean
To touch the rest of the world
I wonder what it would be like to have you
Waking up from day to day,
Every morning goes the same way
The struggle of school is waiting
With a heavy bag on your back
And two hours sleep from the night before
You ask yourself the same question everyday,
Why didn’t you go to bed earlier?
Noodles over Poodles
This little stinkin’ son of a poodle
Who with me used to eat chicken noodles
I now know it really wasn’t meant to be
But on the bright side at least now there’s more noodles for me.
Eibhia Ní Mhuireagáin
The examiner says go
You open the paper
How are you supposed to remember
Everything you’ve done since September.
Your head starts to pound
As you look around
You hand starts to shake
Please tell me it’s all fake.
Hours of day dreaming watching the clock tick by
When you here the words “put your pens down”
Suddenly your face turns to a frown
Leaving the hall not knowing your future
The power is now out of your hand
The pressure of exams is really too grand.
It’s Finished For Good
The words hit my ears
And I’m not going to lie
My jaw dropped and I wanted to cry
I couldn’t believe it
It couldn’t be true
Get prepared; I’m going to tell you:
“Gossip Girl Is finished for good.”
The show is over
And I just don’t know
How I’ll spend my time without my favourite show
For about two hours
Every day of the week
Sooner or later some tears will leak.
Okay maybe I’m exaggerating just a tad
But if you watched it too you’d understand
When I was Younger
When I was younger
… too many “I was youngers”
I liked to eat watermelons and have lots of fun
Juice would drip down my face and onto my skirt
It would sting both my knees but it wouldn’t hurt
Because nothing did and now nothing works
Not me, not the kettle and not my chipped nails
And balloons wont blow up no matter how much I blow
I keep trying and trying but my lungs are too slow
And I suck
Because I still choke when I see you
… you f**k.
As I look back
My summer was great
Myself and my friends
Had great craic
But all of a sudden
My summer came to a bend
It all came to an end
School had started
While my summer departed.
Each day we wear a mask
Wary with every task
Afraid we will let our mask fall
Scared to do anything different at all
But if we took a risk and let our true colors show
We will finally know
That most people don’t care
About the mask we wear
Life is like being on a roller coaster
You don’t know what’s next
You hope, sit and hold on tight
And you know what’s next
Is going to change your life.
I Had Fun
Life goes so fast
You’ve got to make it last
Take a risk
So you can look back in the future
And think I glad I did that
Make lots of memories to share with your loved ones
Be true to yourself , do what makes you happy every day
But most of all be able to save I had fun.
To live your life to the full
This is something I hear daily,
But frankly, I think this is bull.
What does this sentence mean?
Just have some fun
Be a teen!
To live your life to the full
Can’t I just read a book,
Or is that just dull?
Sure, I can have fun
Dance all night,
But for now, I am done.
To live your life to the full
I think this is just to be happy
None of this bull.
To A Man’s Best Friend
The day we brought you home, I knew we had an adventure ahead of ourselves.
4 paws and a heartbeat, a tail that never stopped.
Small body, huge personality,
The centre of our home.
We had the best 6 years, you and I.
Living in a world of walks and bones.
This is to my most loyal friend
We will be together until his end.
He is my joy to come home to from school
With a wag of his tail, a bark, followed by some drool.
I love bringing him for walks in the park
I love everything about him especially his bark.
He is there to lick away every tear
Something he’s been doing since his early years.
You don’t have to teach this to a special dog
It comes naturally like a ribbit to a frog.
I will miss him when he has to leave
But now is no time to grieve.
For now I shall round up all his toys
And enjoy the time I have with my boy.
Three words can make a difference.
They can change the way the next few days, weeks, months will go for you within a split second.
You become lost in moments until the moments evanesce
All you are left with are the memories and the harsh, brittle reality that comes to bite you wherever you go.
Your mind is immediately forced to forget about the things that were important to you almost a week ago.
You now have new priorities, different responsibilities.
There is no looking back
Only moving on.
First World Idiots Like Me
They tell me to write a poem and that’s what I’ll do..
… and yet I can’t because all that I can do is write about the bullshit that I don’t have to endure because all I am doing is sitting her in the warm embrace of the large squishy couch in the warm embrace of my stereotypical suburban home mindlessly typing on electronic book that my family is fortunate enough to own because my mother and father committed themselves in school instead of abandoning all study for a life of dull mediocrity so now we can afford the needs such as clean water and clothes and chicken nuggets and bookshelves to hold our OCD like hordes of literature that I am lucky enough to be able to understand in more than one tongue and in the room where these books lie I lie too surrounded by the people that I feel safe with surrounded by the objects that belong to me like the glowing communicative device that sits in my pocket with all the information in the world on it which is more than I could ever need and while the even bigger communicative device sits in the corner on the mahogany coffee table blasts movies and TV shows from my childhood I can’t help but think… what about the others yes what about the others who didn’t have a childhood because at the age of 5 they were sent off to factories and were no longer allowed to play or laugh or love life because now they are trapped in dark and in heat and in a literal living hell where they have to sew and stitch shoes and footballs and jeans for the rich first world idiots like me or what if instead of being sent off to work for a few cents an hour they’re sent off to war when they’re only 3650 days old because they have to defend their country which is the same country that is making these young humans fight to the death and risk their lives when they’re so small they haven’t even had a life yet because in this war torn world where we can never go one single day without someone pulling a trigger and killing an innocent civilian these little children now know no better and they don’t know what it’s like for the fortunate and safe first world idiots like me who can live in peace without fear of a soldier barging into my own house to shoot my family because my family does not have to worry about making their opinions known and for me as a young girl I can go to school and learn and get a job and say whatever the hell I so want to say because I live in a place where the laws at least stop people from shooting me for expressing my views and I will be allowed to get a job and not be expected to have a family of 9 kids when I am only 16 years old and be married to a husband three times my age who bought me in exchange for a cow and at least my kids will not have to fight for their life against the most basic of diseases caused by dirty mud filled bacteria ridden water and lack of food because in this privileged first world country where the idiots like me live we get to eat and keep the food that the developing world grow and produce and they don’t get to keep any for themselves so instead they have to starve and waste away because the greedy first world idiots like me are too selfish and like toddlers in a playground we won’t share but at least these toddlers in this first world idiot’s playground will live to see 80 years old unlike the rib showing babies with wrists the size of twigs and bulging eyes who won’t even be able to attend school which is a privilege that these kids would do anything for while we sit here on our fat first world arses dreading having to wake up at 7 the next morning as so we can go to a place where we are respected and are given the opportunity to learn and be anyone we want to be while others get up at 4 in the morning as the burning orange ball of fire in the sky burns and they have to walk and trek miles just to collect a bucket of water to stay alive instead of learning how to read and write and add and subtract whereas the first world idiots like me can and don’t have to beg and plead on the streets in hope of small amounts of change and the first world idiots like me don’t have to stand in dark alley ways by night in high heels and fishnet tights selling myself and my dignity and who I am to random strangers in order to keep myself and my family going and all that the first world idiots like me can think about is our social lives on and offline and what we’re going to eat for dinner and what pair of shoes were going to buy and then the first world idiots like me wonder why nobody feels sorry for them when nobody likes our latest facebook status or why they feel like nobody will date them because the first world idiots like me do not think about the people who are being killed for doing nothing wrong and being thrown behind bars for no reason just because of the pigmentation of their skin that they so happened to be born with and the first world idiots like me do not think about the baby girls who are literally left to die as soon as they are born just because of the particular organs that they have between their legs and those baby girls who are allowed to live have to remain hidden for the rest of their lives and are thought of as nothing but the property of men and are here for nothing but to birth sons for the next generation and the first world idiots like me don’t think about the people who are pelted with rocks and thrown out of towns and are kicked out of their families just because of the people that they choose to love because the first world idiots like me have everything fed to us on a spoon and we do not even realise the privilege that we have because we are total IDIOTS!!
They told me to write a poem, and that’s what I did… Just because I’m a First World Idiot.