Selfie Another selfie, This really can’t be healthy 20, 40, 60 likes Quick as stolen motorbikes “You’re so beautiful”, “Pretty”, “You’re so stunning.” The compliments Just keep on coming But every single strangers comment Disguises all that teenage torment At first you believe it, Reply “Thank you” Deep down you think It can’t be true.
Thoughts at 3am I met you with my heart wide open, Full of hope, trust, expectations. I let you gradually Peel away layer after layer after layer. It was pleasant. Your gentle fingers, soft hands, soft lips Full of promises. You reached the core. It was all that mattered; You, me; forever.
Soaring Flying Taking off Leaving your stomach, heart and logic on the runway In this metal bird that defies gravity Slowly tipping in order to turn And then settling into an unchanging rhythm As the buildings are below are smothered by a blanket of cloud And we emerge as if from an ocean Into a
When I Was Young When I was young I believed that fairies were real And that they lived in these flowers outside my house. When I was young I would get my Mam to check Under my bed to make sure there were no monsters. But now I hardly believe in anything anymore. Now, the
Transition Year So the time has come It’s the end xof the fun It was a good year But now we’ve the future to fear. TY has helped us mature And become ourselves I’m sure Going out , making friends We only lived for the weekend’s. Pick your subjects they’re telling us, Like
My Hurricane You said you’d never felt special But I always put your happiness before mine. You said no one has ever cared But I stayed up nights in case you needed someone. You said no one listened But I knew more of you than of myself. You said no one noticed you But I
Ode to Me Through careful eyes I watch the world Watch every step Think about every turn Many people pass me by Hang on to some Let others fly. As these around me come and go There’s more of me for me to know I’m always here but in the end All that matters
Shattered The phone hit the flecked cream door frame The white back and battery coming to a tumbling stop Resting against the orange and black tiled fireplace Shattered screen like the shattered dreams dripping From the bridge of his spotted, freckled nose Lost in the depths of the heavy, deep carpet. Lost He lets