How She Survived She spent her childhood living in terror Afraid of the voice behind the door The loud angry voice The cries of the family members who didn’t follow the rules. She came to secondary school looking to change her life She stated she’d be outgoing That everyone who’d know her But little did
Messy If you could see me now you could see me take a deep breath. You have to understand that there’s part of me that sweats behind the eyes, a stolen mind, I am dying but I have never once greeted death. When I was little I knew – or at least thought – I
Match Day Pearse Stadium Two-hour traffic Wind and rain Walking up the Prom Ham and cheese sandwiches “Hats Scarves Headbands” “Match Programmes” Johnny Heaney Useless Game slipping away Bring on the Sweeney’s Draw – up again next week Three-hour traffic going home Supermacs. Mark Devaney Our Broken World Politics that care only about the money.
Better Wakes up with no smile almost every day, She walks to the mirror to see her display. Awake for ten seconds with tears in her eyes, She wipes them away and depressingly sighs. Throws up in a bun her long curly hair, And begins once again her routine for skincare. Paints on a smile
Stop and Stare Derek saw the boy hugging his best friend. He squeezed him a little tighter. He held him a bit closer. Jake laughed at the boy As he stood hand in hand, With another he loved, In a life so grand. Harry clutched his bag a little tighter. He breathed a little heavier.
Cruel World Once there was a girl who loved peace She was a girl full of happiness But one day, she lost her love And her life was just full of sadness She was hurt and filled with badness But one day, she realised Everything happens for a reason. Sophie Fynes Shattered Many missed phone
I Don’t Know I get up from bed, In the cold morning, Go downstairs and eat breakfast. Say goodbye to my mother, Blind. I walk to school, Meet my friends Go to class as usual, Thinking about my grades, Blind. I go home, Get dressed from my uniform, Do my homework, Go to sleep, Blind.
Creativity School, family and society push that there’s no room to express. They say an academic future is for the best. But something inside me just wants to go to Mars Where I can paint art, dance and sing about the stars. A place where I can be free Where only people with imagination can
Silent She sits still in silence Not a breath not a whisper She sits so still that people barely notice She is in the room She is too scared to talk too scared to Do anything She is too afraid that people will judge Judge like they always do So she sits there everyday waiting
Nowhere to Go I am young, In the midst of my teenage years, And confined to the limits of my suburban town, Everything seems stagnant, With nowhere to go with what seems like nothing to do, Boredom and frustration sets in. Rob Savage Teenage Life Why don’t parents understand that school is such a task,