The fever of the night
It aches, it pulls
It draws on your being
But you draw back
The glint and glare
The flare of the light.
The flashes and the dust
Is absorbed, by you
I wonder what it would be like to be invisible
Nobody paying any attention to you
People, looking right through you with unknowing eyes
Not knowing the hollow feeling you feel inside
I wonder what its like to feel lonely
Walking streets aimlessly
Wondering if you will be alone forever
Nobody to miss you when you leave
I wonder what its like to be hurt by someone
Dreading the place you confront them
You have no control and emotions taking over
You want it to stop
Now wonder what its like to feel all three
The pain and the suffering you would feel
It’s hurting, it’s all too much
You only know how to slip away into black
Never thought to stand tall in the light
You’re losing this battle
No recovering now
What They Told Me
The first told me that a man followed her home
All the way to her front door
Whistling as he went.
The second told me about a hand up her dress
And a coarse, ugly, angry laugh
When she told it to stop.
The third told me she was blackout drunk
And so was he but that.
She still remembers too much
The third told me that she loved him nonetheless.
But she said it through tears
And well hidden bruises.
She told me that she was sorry too, the third
That she didn’t want to hurt me
As if I mattered at all.
The fourth told me she’d cried and shuddered
But her voice had gone and failed her
And he heard yes.
They told them all
That they needed to be much more careful
When they told me
I cried till I was empty.
I still am.
Lost in Trust
I am a man who wants to reach his goals,
Whether I do them for the right reasons or not,
So I sit here looking in my cereal bowl.
Am I too young to know what I want,
My mother trusts me and I trust her,
But do I take this trust as a knowledge I do not know.
I am a boy lost in a sea of belief,
I battle the waves to find a way,
But the current will drag me away
Silence is golden
But realistically, is it?
What if you want to show them
Your ideas, your story, your wit.
What if you have a concept
That could change the earth.
But you couldn’t put into context.
You couldn’t show your worth.
Every voice can make a change.
Everyone should be able to speak.
I find it quite strange.
You have to be in a certain clique
To be able to have a say.
This is not OK.
Silence is golden, they tell you.
I know this isn’t true.
How many more days
Can I waste away
Pulling at my hair
Pretending I care
Pressured by my Mam
Trying to keep her calm
I never wanted this
I never have
I’m not my sis
I don’t want this
Wish I had the strength to be my own
Defy the odds
Sit on my throne.
It’s hard to admit
I don’t have that spit
I’ve already quit.
If They Don’t Say No, It’s Yes
A person once told me
“If they don’t say no, it’s yes”,
Upon being told a story about a girl
Who was so paralysed with fear
That she couldn’t say no
While a man was sliding a hand up her dress.
“She probably wanted it anyway.”
“But she never did say yes”
And I was again told with a shrug,
“But she never said no.”
A girl was blamed for her assault
And taken of the dignity she did possess
“It was her own fault.”
No response is no.
Crying is no.
Not moving is no.
Everything except a clear “yes”, is no.
Don’t justify assault.
She has no apology to owe
To a man who didn’t understand the meaning of consent.
Stop victim blaming
Start attacker naming.
The world’s still spinning round.
No one makes a sound.
Little effort to confound.
The world’s still spinning round.
So beautiful and so small,
We will never see you grow tall.
It broke our hearts to let you go,
When I heard the news I wanted to blow!
Four years later and I can’t explain,
I’ll never be able to get over this pain.
I hope your happy up in heaven,
I find myself every night begging.
If I could only see you one more time,
We never got to sing you a nursery rhyme.
Small waist, toned thigh, big butt.
We as women are expected to obtain the unobtainable
Long hair, big lips
Can who we are as people not be enough?
Yes, we can work for this goddess-like image so many crave
But it can mess with your head, like living in a daze.
It can consume you like it has so many
And some can’t take back the choices they’ve been making.
You were born to be you, unique and different
Big, small, tall and short any shape and size we’ve all got a shot
To live a life we’re happy in, a smile isn’t too hard
You are loved for you, no need to feel bad.
Eat that chocolate, do those squats,
Whichever you’re happiest with,
Because it’s up to you.
Perfection isn’t real
Beauty isn’t just one image.
I am beautiful inside and out
I promise you are too.
i) Recite for me the first sixteen digits of pi, and ill tell you the first sixteen things that come to mind when I think of you.
ii) Spend the night driving out past the city. Lights calculating the velocity of which our vehicle is travelling. I’ll watch the stars while you do.
How much did it cost us in gas to get out here?
How much do I love you?
Too much, for both.
iii) You measure me out in inches, I, you, in fingertips.
I kiss each freckle on your hand and you begin to plant parabolic points on my neck like you are sketching out a cartesian plane.
iv) Four plus four, do you have love For me?
Reply in fractions, reply in decimals, reply with a kiss on the cheek, a hand on my waist, an I love you.
v) There is only one right answer for each equation you tell me. And it is the only thing we agree on.
The sum of my love will only ever equal you.
Steady as you go
One, two, three, four,
You walk across the school yard
But mentally you can’t go no more
They push you down
And falsely blame
“You’re a fucking disgrace”
“You should be ashamed”
Your legs wobble and your flesh burns
No energy from the night before
There’s dark thoughts in my head
That keep me awake and dying in bed
The depression is taking over
And I have nowhere to go
People say they care for you
But then you’re left alone
Friends are ”Friends!”
And you’re feeling “okay”
But on the inside
I am slowly fading away.
Slowly and silently.
Some people’s minds are a mess
With feelings too hard to suppress
With no light in the midst of the dark
They are faced with useless remarks:
“It’s going to be ok”, they are told
When they know that it’s obviously not.
There are those who say that they care
Yet their advice is false and unfair.
It frustrates me to see
That there are some who pretend to be
Of use and of help, but really, they’re not.
What they say is only misleading
For these helpless, vulnerable beings.
The Opposite Sex
Living in fear of the opposite sex
Trying to meet the impossible standards
Of giving him his bit before he’s even got the durex
I’m sick and tired of being a bystander.
Walking down O’Connell Street at five past six
When a randomer shouts “go on, show us your knicks”
And all his mates start to giggle and whistle
In that moment I feel so so little.
This problem doesn’t come just from men
It comes as well from us body-shaming each other
Why do we care if someone’s size sixteen, six or ten
We need to stop criticising and judging one another
When will we learn how important consent is
That if you’re drunk or high or don’t say yes, that’s a massive stop sign
If she doesn’t want her dress off, you don’t dare touch it
We need to stand up and stop being undermined.
That’s what you see,
Because that’s what I present.
Because it’s easy.
I could tell you that I lie in bed because
I’m an optimist and I’m an idealist
And I want to fix the world and I don’t know where to start
And I’m scared.
But that’s hard.
It’s easier to tell you that I’m here because I want to be.
That I’ve been prone for a day and a night because
“I’m just at that age”.
I present Nothing.
I’ve come to feel it too.
Filled to bursting with a nebula of empathy
And it makes me feel empty.
Dying to save the world
Or to leave it.
So many people have problems that are never seen never heard and never cured.
I guess it’s hard these days with social media and other shit out there that most people think others don’t care… at all.
Not even to call and in the future they might fall…
But something that is small is still SOMETHING!!!
Listen , I don’t want to rant but again it isn’t all just banter
Some people care and others don’t but if you do and want to learn more
Please like and share.
We go and answer
Shut up it’s banter.
But why would anyone
want to conform.
that was the norm.
Stop the judging
Like what you’re at?
Be who you are
But not like that.
Alana Ní Mhuireasa
A word that scares some people
Because they’re afraid of change
As if equal rights is a foreign language
Because men’s pride will get hurt
And women cause them anguish
Women are shamed,
While men are praised
For kissing and telling
Crazed by the media for showing some skin
Objectified by men like a prize they want to win
If we’re not classy it’s such a disgrace
And calling us whores is sure to put us in our place
Well here is the thing harassing me on the street
Won’t win you my heart
If anything you’ll be guaranteed a trip to the ER.
Waiting for inspiration
Keeping an eye on the clock,
Not a single thought in my brain
Being consumed by writer’s block
I must mould it, and
Turn it into something new,
No topics take my interest
At least nothing of any value
But poetry doesn’t need a meaning
And doesn’t have to be great,
As long as you’re writing
There’s really nothing to hate.
Jessica Ní hEidhin
Pretty faces, skinny waists, long legs,
Blue eyes, a perfect smile,
Mirrors and magazines are our enemies,
Making us feel objectified,
Doubting ourselves for eating chocolate bars,
While wishing upon the stars for a perfect lifestyle,
Why change things that don’t need to be changed?
Be happy with who you are,
You’re living on this earth,
Yours parents made you for a reason.
Learning is such an effort
Schools a joke
When will I ever need to know why cells divide
Why mountains are big and why X is equal to god-knows-what
When what I want to do with my life has nothing to do with Hamlet or how to say hello in French.
I want to live, to learn
To laugh and cry
How is any of this possible when I stare at a book from 9 till half 3,
And then stare at more books for hours once I’m home
My parents and my parents’ parents learned the same way
Information scorched into your memory
For no purpose beyond more points
No interest or passion for what we are learning
Nothing on are minds beyond lunch or hometime
To the point where some end up with more lead, then head.
Bring me that dream
Bring me that jealous, ugly dream
Bring me the river and the sea
And let the brine wash over me
I will need a team
A team, to wake me
Wake me, from this dream
Bring me that dream
The pressure on teens is just so mean,
The pressure to drink is just so absurd
Just like it is to pull birds,
People just think that you’re a nerd.
Some teens drink to follow the crowd
I don’t drink cause im not allowed
I wouldn’t anyway if I could
Cause I already have my buds.
They told me they would teach me how to fly
Yet they never realised what was surrounding their child
The false laughter echoed in my numb mind
They swore to protect me
They swore to keep me safe
Now their words mean nothing to me
And I know my thoughts mean nothing to them
Parenthood they say?
I don’t know if I can believe them.