I Don’t Know What I’m Doing, But Let’s Roll with It
With bilateral breathing
We bow to the wave
To the butterfly stroke
We are master slave
Slave to the clock
And the time that we beat
Masters of stroke
We swim to compete
To meet the finishing line
To claim it’s mine.
Didn’t Mean Much
She rolls down the window
To drown out his talking.
He asks how is her family
The usual nonsense.
Avoids the real talk
They both don’t want to say.
So they sit in silence
And wait for it to stop.
He turns up the radio
To pass some time.
She rolls her eyes
And watches the fields go by.
Six years’ pass
He forgets she exists.
She’s not disappointed
He didn’t mean much.
Love and hope amidst the pain and disappointment,
Stages of betrayal and stages of jubilation,
Who are we to judge those who are worthy
And those who are not.
Skeletons and nerves intertwined,
Mixed with an abyss of darkness and emotion.
Self-reprimanding and self-loathing.
We are those we fear the most,
For the strongest armour we will ever wear
Is the conviction that we are enough.
Look beyond the smile and laughter
And you will see a person so raw and so unsure,
As to who they are with the world at their feet.
Cause life is a bitch and will test us at any
Given moment. Stand tall and with your
Head held high.
One breath in and one breath out,
Human warriors for whom we fight.
They say the world is round,
But I disagree.
No, the world is one big giant box,
Made up of smaller boxes,
All suffocating and squeezing the life out of the people within.
The six walls that society builds around you,
That says you must look, act, dress
And think the way that they tell you to.
Well I dissent.
I will not let my life, personality, views
And opinions be suppressed and judged.
No, I will be me.
I don’t hate education, I hate school.
Every scientist will tell you two brains are not the same,
So why are we all taught the same thing in the same way?
Children are twenty percent of the world’s population,
But they are our whole future,
So why are we depending on this system,
That kills creativity and individuality.
Puts down students who don’t do well,
And tells parents that it’s all their fault.
We’re forced to sit in lines, be polite, keep our opinions to ourselves
Learn about crap we’ll never use and respect people who have zero respect for us.
I don’t hate education, I hate school.
The Colour of My Bow
Most of the time I feel like I am being put down,
With teachers saying do more do more,
When most of the time I have nothing left in me to give.
All the study, the homework and the nagging from my mum
About getting a job and minding my annoying little brother on the weekend
Getting up at seven every single morning,
Doing my homework that I left to the last minute.
All I want to do sometimes is just to be a child
The biggest thing I have to worry about
Is what colour bow I am going to wear in my hair the next day.
I don’t dislike school, I hate it.
Because you have teachers that go mad at you
For the smallest things like not wearing your school jumper.
Going to school in this day everyone expects you to be the smartest person ever
And if you are not there are some people will make fun out of you and that’s shit.
Teachers teach us all the same thing, but some of us might not be able to do it,
But you have to try it anyway.
School is like a prison in some sort of way like you cannot leave the class without asking
You have to obey all the rules and if you don’t you will get detention or some shit like that.
This is a really shit poem, it’s not even a poem, it’s just really a rant about school.
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Nothing Hurts More
Pressure is really stressful.
You’re constantly worrying about different sorts of things
Being told you’re not good enough.
Nothing hurts more than trying your absolute best
Still not being good enough.
Nothing hurts more
Than never being good enough.
Being judged for things
You cannot control.
Jonah is my dog
I love him very much
He might be wild and crazy
But he is only a little pup
He makes everyone happy
He never makes me sad
Sometimes he can be annoying
But he’s my little lad
Why must people be locked in a cage?
A cage that causes nothing but rage.
A rage that cannot be contained,
but causes you to act and people get blamed.
A blame so deep it causes nothing but pain.
A pain that takes people’s life away,
From a loved one, a sister, an aunty or two
And sometimes that person could even be you.
For always by your side 24/7
Might not be with you
Inspirational people to look up to
You don’t always have them
So cherish your moments
Hold them close
Hold them tight
And never let them go
The Book of Society
Nowadays people are just like books,
Judged by the cover and not given a look.
Society has taken the job of the author,
Trying to make everyone the same,
Not a one to prosper.
Nobody likes it but nothing is said,
Even with their whole lives ahead.
They live by the book of rules
That includes how you should look,
How you should act and how you should move.
They teach this book in the schools,
Oh what a bunch of fools.
Originality is just a thing of the past.
So many people are believed to be outcasts.
This all needs to change and everyone knows it,
Don’t follow all these rules, you need to own it.
I hate school
All these rules we have to follow
And for what just so we can go into huge debt
In the future
200,000 mortgage on a house
And trying to have enough money in the bank
To get a takeaway for dinner
So screw school
It can kiss my ass
Mayo is shite
It would be like living in wasteland from mw2
Nothing to do
Nothing to see
I’d prefer to drown in the North Sea
This is a simulation
Life is a big TV station
We are pawns in the game
Like soldiers from Argonne
They are gone
Or where they ever here
The name of a ****head is Shakespeare
Food & Fluid
I like food,
It tastes good dude,
You should try it if you haven’t already,
I recommend spaghetti,
I also like to drink beverages,
To be honest, I cherish it,
Food and drink is really great,
I like to drink tea, mate.
Coffee is not too bad,
It tastes kinda rad.
This is the end.
Later my friend
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Rhyming is hard
This is impossible to construe
Screw this shite
I couldn’t be arsed
It was a good class
I have to admit
The teaching system is bullshit,
The teachers should admit,
Stressing about pointless exams,
Which have nothing to do with our future plans.
Imaginations crushed by expectations,
Dreams of children replaced with realisations.
Society wants us to obey,
To believe every piece of bullshit they say.
Being dragged around like dogs on a leash
And if you refuse to conform, you’re a wolf among sheep.
The old timers complain saying:
“Nothing’s changed since my day.”
Well that ain’t exactly true, take a look at the youth,
Who feel like they got something to prove,
Taking risks like they got nothing to lose
And these rebels get shunned.
Labelled as hazards each and every one,
Just cause they broke the chains, willing to have fun,
Live fast die young, got the right idea,
Life flies by too short to live in fear…
Let me just start by saying I know I’m ‘only a kid’ and
“I don’t know what I’m talking about.”
But let me tell you our education system needs to change.
Albert Einstein once said, everybody’s a genius.
But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree,
It will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.
School tests us on our ability to memorise stupid things
Like Shakespeare and what’s the value of x, y and z.
Tell me… How’s that going to help me get the job I want.
I understand some people may be interested in that,
But I think stuff like that should be taught in optional classes.
In the classes we all have to do we should be taught valuable life lessons,
Like how to pay bills, how to be an adult,
I don’t even know, but who needs to know how to find the value of x
We should be taught things we need to know.
Recently I saw a video of someone explaining STI’s
And all the different types and it made me realise,
In school we aren’t taught Sex Ed correctly.
I didn’t know anything about STI’s and they’re such a dangerous thing,
I believe it’s very important that we are taught about things like this.
The only Sex Ed I’ve ever done is about how hair
Will begin to grow on my body and how we grow boobs.
Students will not be able to find what their special gifts
Are if we are all sat in a classroom all day being “taught”
The same thing. Some people may be better at physical learning
And they don’t suit a classroom environment.
I believe that school has killed creativity!
It has been proved that first year students have a better imagination than sixth years.
Because throughout secondary school we are deprived of being imaginative and creative.
The education system needs to change and follow with society.
How are students being prepared for the future
When we are being taught the same things our
Parents and grandparents were taught.
Every day for the last few months
A man name Trump has hit our headlines.
Who thinks women are goldmines
Now the most powerful person in the world.
Reciting the same few words
“Make America Great Again”,
The epitome of most men,
The oldest US President
Going to build a wall
To lock Musims and Mexicans out of their home.
He mocked and imitated a disabled reporter.
Meanwhile children are starving,
Families are dying,
Our climate is changing
And global warming is dividing.
Wars are raging across Syria.
The world is living at the demands of ISIS
Executions still occur.
What is this world?
Where We Live
How do people live here?
It’s like they barely know
How shite their lives are.
Why would anyone choose
This empty void
With nothing in it?
How much longer
Can I stand
So much of nothing
Appetite for Destruction
Music is the fruit of the soul,
But today’s music belongs in a shithole,
Rock n roll dominated the late 1900’s,
Guns N’ Roses had an appetite for destruction,
In 92 came November Rain,
That topped the charts within a couple of days,
Full of soul and a bitta blues.
School is alright
The weekend is alright
Home life is alright
Going out is alright
Staying in is alright
Poetry is alright
Nothing in this world is free,
Society is niggardly
On One Solemn Day
One day I went to the park
It started getting very dark
Then I fell
Landed on a bell
And split my head right open
I shrieked and cried
and LITERALLY died.
Train of Thought
I`m shite at rhyming.
I feel like crying.
I want go back to bed
And I want to get ahead.
I want to go drinking
And feel like I`m sinking,
But I can’t I`m at school.
Screw it, I hope this will do.
Women wreck my head
They make me want to be dead
Nothing is good enough
They don’t cook food enough
They think they’re so smart
And claim they never fart
I suppose women sometimes bring me pleasure.