Untitled You have made reconsider My fear of dying old Now it’s easier to come to terms With these things This toxic logic Where self-esteem and tears Vanish into dust. I went on the run with her Not thinking about religion, I want to be with my love forever, Somewhere near the Wexford border.
Am I? Am I who you want me to be? Because when I look at you You look through me. Am I really how you view me? Because when I ask a question You lie to me. Am I a friend or foe? Because when I make a joke You laugh at and not
Barbed Wire Bones Frail and pale her thin body hunched over a bathroom scale, crying She looks up to the mirror and can see that she is dying Still not good enough Cold bathroom tile is met by her small feet, and as it does her heart skips a beat Heart failure is very
With an Empty Heart Big black coffin, nice black shoes He lay in one house, under our roof Eyes closed, heart not beating Another life suddenly defeated 6 years old staring, then unaware life could end Sun turns to moon, light goes to dark Standing there with an empty heart Ali Flannery
After the Rain Behind her mask of smiles and laughs, Lies a little girl scared of letting time pass. Scared of the future and where she’ll go, Not allowing herself to love and grow. How can you be happy when the future is unknown. So uncertain, So scary, Who knows where it will go.
The Cinematic Experience Wide screen in front of me Salt in the air, but not from the sea I am surrounded by red velvet Sounds from the speakers, angelic Colour bursts onto white over and over Takes me with it and the scenes takeover For once I am not lonely I am there, on
Untitled I want to apologise To all the women that I have called pretty. Before I called them intelligent or brave. I am sorry I made it sound as though You are only your looks. You are a woman, tall and strong, You are not your reproductive organs You deserve the right to your
Masculine Mask The mask I equip won’t stop thawing, For the inner and outer bombardment of clawing Will not end, so I turn my head into a safe, Where dark black thoughts chafe, The walls that already show cracks, That will spill my thoughts onto the tarmac, Because you see, just because you’re male,
A World Corridors full of muffled whispers, Looks been thrown that give you shivers. Being judged by the way you dress, The girls you hang out with, Desperately trying to impress All those girls… All those girls who live in an artificial society, Where we have to be flawless and perfect, No such thing
The Golden Dream I am living in a world full of violence. Where there are men carrying guns, And families pick up and run. Where bombs are being dropped, But no one’s being stopped. There is no such thing as the golden dream. I am living in a world full of violence. Where teenage