The Mountain Speaks
In the awakening of time I was built,
I have crunched time and it has faded on my back
My eyes have sliced through stone
The sea lent into me and folded its arms around me
The wind avoided my peak, it swept through
My heathers and sang in my bloodstream.
My heart is of rock ore,
It beats in the deep
The rain has fallen and i have tasted it like silver stones on my tongue
I softly brushed the clouds and painted them gold
I have lapped up the sun’s rays
And cracked its light
I have breathed in shadows’ lungs
I know the tales of the stars
I saw them come to life, and read their
Faces in the moonlight
I am the mountain you shall fade and i shall stay.
I had no intention of being great,
T’ill a series of lights and images
Was thrust upon me
By my hands
They shine in the blue-dark
And my heart
And my soul were empty
And my eyes shone in the blue-dark
I would have curled like a dying flame
And layed there-
When a last the stars came down and
With their blue-dark hearts
But they were clouded, draped,
In fine silks of heavy grey sky
And the life of me grew shadows
Soaring in the blue-dark.
We gaze upon pictures
Edited with a click.
and try to live up to them
Skinny as sticks.
We admire their beauty
and envy their beauties
So we count all our follies.
Yet none of it’s true
Because in the end
it’s just all fake.
The world that we live in
Its all take take take.
Claire Ní Neachtain
I feel sorry for the teenagers who feel they have to be cool or drink
And how much they can change in just a blink
Trying to impress others by doing something out of their comfort zone
But why would you be someone you aren’t
Missing your curfew and falling behind in assignments
Their scared of not being remembered
Copying their style, and their language
Face the fact your’e not like them
Embrace yourself and be who you are
‘Cause someday you’ll forget who you really truely are.
Claire Ní Neachtain
Can you walk,
Can you talk,
Can you see,
Can you even understand me?
If you can listen,
If you can feel,
If you can live as the person you want to be.
Whether you are born rich,
The question is,
Do any of these things really matter?
I had a great conversation once,
All that was said was “You matter.”
Everything being taken at face value
Your page and your accounts
Your weight and your doubts
Your fresh new trainers
What brand should they be
It’s a no brainer
Something thats expensive and totally mainstream
What sports you like and what team
It seems like no ones on mine
If I’m not cool enough
I tell you I’ve had enough
Of everything being taken at face value.
Was quite a quest
But the reward is everlasting
The reward of having someone
Who will always stand beside me
Who laughs at all my jokes
And is not embarrassed by folks
Who will back up all my stories
And share in all my glories
Someone who will allow me
To be the true person I can be.
Look under your shoe
And you will see me
Crushed under the weight
(with your bitch).
Teenage boys these days
They think they’re hard
On the drink
They think they’re cool
Don’t go to schoo
On the hop>
They’re always smashed
Lookin’ for cash
Have gone lost their ways.