They say you’re not good
They say you should quit
They leave you in the lime light
So everyone can take a bite
You shake it off
Say besides their wrong
You brush it aside
But you can’t
It envelops you like cancer
You really need an answer
Which no one can supply
And I can’t lie
You feel alone
With no one to hold
There’s no need for a rope
Just talk to someone
Let the emotions flow
Let everyone know
There’s no need to feel
The old car
With every journey
The humming underneath the hood
The rattling from its worn out frame.
The car could try no more
A Gamers Pain
In some games you aim
And blame the connection, the frame
Rate which is far too slow
For you to go guns blazing
To play with fire and bullets today
In some you consistently repeat
To hear the pain of metal on meat
As you exclaim out in pain
Through dark storm and rain
When its death you have met
On these screens you play these games
And blame the frame
And exclaim in pain
Roaring in shame
Your enemy’s name
As you cry when you die
But you’re parents, they explain
It’s nothing but a silly old game
To which you proclaim
Your loss in shame
Which to others is all but the same
By Matthew Finn
If I could just say
I miss the way
You smell and
The way you look
I miss the way you
Make me feel and
The way you made
Me laugh all day
I miss you.
Please come back.
Every dog has its day,
Although usually left in dismay,
With a pitch full of grass and some clay,
Many a time we got there,
But never got results from prayers.
Eventually,we will have it all,
Eventually,we’ll answer the call,
Eventually,we’ll stand tall.
It’s been 64 years since the last All Ireland,
And it feels like we’re alone on an Island,
Eventually,we’ll get over the Horizon,
My First Time
The foam creeps up the sandy shore,
Remnants of a beast,
I stand there with my worn surfboard,
My excitement never ceased.
Snippets from my training,
Continue flooding back,
As I paddled out to sea,
Ready to attack.
The wall began to rise,
Up from the cloudy depths,
I turned around to face the shore,
I took a meditated breath,
It caught in an instant,
And then when I felt brave,
I stood up and balanced,
As I rode on the wave.
Their desperate pleas
All they want
Is to be like the rest
Able to fit in
Not to be a pest
They’re alone in the World
No one wants to be their friend
They will be alone
Until they come to an end.
By Shane Mellett
We`re all the same
Apart from a few different bits
We look at things differently
Us boys seem tougher
And girls more gentle to the touch.
We`re nice alone
But when we`re in groups
We`re hurling abuse.
You girls are different though
More complicated than us
Sometimes causing a fuss
We do things wrong
But please forgive us.
We`re just not that soft.
The leaves begin to turn yellow
And the students begin to read Othello
The sky is not so blue
The trees begin to bud new
The bears start preparing for their big sleep
The farmers plan to house the sheep
The fruits on the trees begin to fall
The animals begin to heed natures call.
I Wish and Wish
Everyday I wish I was as good as others around me
they are many things I wish I could be
At school everyone laughs at me because
I am wearing a jumper that doesn’t even fit me
my heart fills with sadness because
I wish I wasn’t me.
There is one thing in school that I do like
That is the beauty of art class
My heart fills with pleasure as
I can express who my thoughts.
When school ends I breath a sigh of relief
Because I will no longer be given anymore beef
I really hate being a really small person but
I cannot change who I am but
I wish I wasn’t me.
Life is like a lonely cloud.
Everyone is the same,
We have our own paths,
Our own journeys.
We can follow the group
Where ever the wind takes us;
But we are only one.
Each one of us must achieve our goal
Alone, with no one else.
But like a cloud we all want to
Achieve our goals,
Weather it is to bare rain,
Or bring sun.
To be a cloud we must rein high
Let our destiny take us on
Our life journey.
To be one among the clouds.
Most of the time crime is the only way I can express my emotions
Stealing, hurting everyone around me
But still no one ever seems to understand me
Because I need the money to feed my hunger
This all sounds like fiction but this is my addiction
The sun melts the snow,
And the plants start to grow,
The animals have young to be born,
Like the calves and lambs,
Easter is here,
The holidays are back, the last time before summer,
While the kids go back for school again,
Summers nearly back!
Mayo For Sam
Every year there’s only one aim
Every year the outcomes the same
Every year there’s always that claim
That this year wasn’t a fair ball game
The fans are confident and full of cheer
Hoping this year they’d step it up a gear
If the Mayo lads play without fear
This could definitely be our year
The pitch looks perfect, short and green
Dressing rooms brushed and squeaky clean
Everyone believes in this starting fifteen
Mayo For Sam 2K16
By: Liam Walsh
I was home alone
All the family gone to town
I sat on my bed
With my teddy Fred
I had shot my neighbour dead
R.I.P poor ted
Ted was a tall man
Who had a great nan
Ted was a hit with the neighbours
Always in his garden with his labours
But one day ted found out
My top secret hide out
He had to be silenced
I had no other option
But to shoot poor ted.
In the eyes of a human our life is a struggle,
Just one endless loop of hardship and pain.
Working and earning to avoid endless trouble,
The yearly assignment is about keeping sane.
A life like this can force people a journey,
To a building top or a pier by the sea.
They feel in their life there is too high of a fee,
And then fall to their death saying “this lifes not for me”
Behind this mask,
Is a dark past,
Without happiness or a laugh,
But I keep all inside,
And put it aside
So I take on the day,
Not letting anything get in my way
I’ll be honest I’m just the same,
As everyone else with a display name.
I check and send till days end,
Not knowing what will come round the bend.
I was a child when I joined this nation,
Of distant relations and leaked information.
The glistening lights of this city still excite me,
But their dangers should not be taken lightly.
Lots of people lose their lives,
To the CIA and the MI5.
Locked away for years to come,
Now nothing can be done.
SMS, Save My Status.
As I stand on the edge of the cliff…..yes or no
My friends stand behind me shouting ‘GO!!GO!!’
As I look down, my heart starts thumping
I start to think about jumping.
I block out all the shouting
And look down at the waves….crashing
I take in a deep breath
And hope that I’m not taken by death
A cold sensation runs through my body
And the water make my vision seem foggy
When my breath begins to run out
I proudly surface without any doubts.
The little boy walks down the hall as he did many times before, minding his own business. But as he walks he is tripped by a good for nothing swine. No reason behind it, the swine was just annoyed. the swine kept walking. No one tried to help the boy up. The boy just got up and walked away. And over the course of the next season that happened and other incidents happened over and over again. The boy being every time hurt, physically and mentally. The swine having so much fun tripping up this boy and the boy having a terrible time.But it’s funny because the boy who was getting tripped up is a great person, who has never caused any trouble, but the swine is an absolute failure in life. So because this swine is a failer he makes himself better by hurting the brilliant boy. But after all the bullying he was victim to he is no longer a brilliant boy. He is a broken boy.
“I’d hate to live in your generation” my mother would say to me,
“Glued to phones, no social skills it makes no sense to me,
Exposed to everything drugs, sex and everything wild,
Mistakes on social media ruining people’s lives”
“Your generation ain’t too great either”, I say back to her
2Blacks having no rights, everything censored
Children raped by “the holy men”, gays ashamed of themselves
Believe everything the priest says, thinking “why can’t we just think for ourselves?””
Mind is Blank
My mind is blank,
I cannot think,
All my ideas gone down the sink,
Teacher said to write a poem
Something, anything before I go home.
I thought about a dog and a bone,
A girl and a phone,
A boy all alone.
“Time’s up” teacher said,
Still no ideas had come into my head,
Handing up my page, stomach filling with dread
1, 2, 3 steps I took
Handing it up not daring to look.
Quickly, I turned my back,
Running away and not looking back!
Home on a cold winters night,
We sit there shivering and freezing,
When all at once my knight in shining armor comes along.
In his hand lay an orange bag,
Kindling sticks galore,
As he came in the door
My heart filled with adore.
He filled up the fire,
My heart filled with desire
Never was I cold again.
Another day another dawn,
When I spawn,
In the morn,
Like I was only born,
On go the clothes all torn,
And off I go to harvest the corn,
The bull runs at me with is horn,
Another day Another dawn
Why one day you wake up and things don’t seem the same
You feel lost and confused there is one less person to amuse
How could this happen to me when only yesterday we sat and played but now your gone so
we can no longer sing our favourite songs why me why me why me all the fun and joy we
shared and now your gone all over some sill names and mean playground games
why me why me why me ?
All dark when the gym doors open
An hour or two before school
An hour or two after school
You are both special in every way,
Encouraging me more and more each passing day.
You both are the reason why I’m so strong,
With you two at the helm not a thing could go wrong.
You’ve both helped me through many trials and tribulations,
You’ve made things better in every situation.
Thank you both for always being there,
And showing me that you truly care.
Words could never explain how I feel about you,
But I hope you know that I truly love you two!
The only change I get is in my pocket
I use it to buy some chocolate
Some may poke fun because of that
But I threaten to hit them with a bat
I’d like to change
But I’m stuck at home trying to rearrange
My entire life which is a mess
As I keep trying to progress
I’d like to change
But I know I can’t
Sitting at home with my aunt
All I want to do is fucking change!
Alone is the child bullied in school…
Alone is the man that acts like a fool…
Alone is the girl cutting her flesh…
Alone is the man using meth…
Alone is the woman who takes a drink…
Alone is the child who doesn’t think…
Alone is the man who lives by the sword…
Alone is the man that doesn’t know the lord…
Alone is the king with no queen…
Alone is the life that is unseen…
MANS BEST FRIEND?
Never did I know until I got one
That creatures of their kind
Can’t be forgotten
So often we witness
Cases of abuse so shocking
Just like the Chinese who snatch
and kill them by knives chopping
people what’s the catch?
Why are we not stopping?
Dogs are man’s best friend
Our cruelty is mind boggling
The Last 25
As you make that final turn
And push off the wall
Two meters ahead of your closest competitor
But you know the race isn’t yet won
Attacks coming from behind
Sensing the guy catch up with you
Needing to pull ahead
But every muscle is aching
Not knowing if you will make it
But you pull on ahead
Knowing the last year of training
Wasn’t for second place
Giving the last few metres
Everything that you own
But when you hit that board first
And the crowd cheers and roars
You know it was all worth it
Every early morning
All the nights out you missed
They all seem worth it
Because you pushed that last 25
Bad Day In The Media Lab
We sat in the media lab from 9 till 4,
thank god, there was no more.
We were heading for the door,
as our backs became sore.
Many in the corner fast asleep,
while others were dazed counting sheep
Teacher sitting up the top,
dreaming about that old pizza shop.
Many swinging on their chair,
teacher staring down without a care.
It was very easy to understand,
this class was way out of hand.
Running down the pitch with the Ball in hand
All the fans are screaming Packed in the stand
Pass it to your teammate with a nice handpass
He drops the ball and it bounces on the grass
He tries to pick it up but he gets surrounded
Gets hit with a shoulder and now he’s grounded
Play continues, the opponents have the ball
I try to get it back, I give it my all
I hit him with a big tackle and give away a free
Everyones back now, defense is the key
There main man steps up and looks at the posts
He looks very nervous, as if he saw a ghost
He kicks the ball wide, and there heads drop
The match is nearly over, its about to stop
We’re up by a point as the ref blows it up
We all scream and cheer as our captain lifts the cup
The Dream Of Croker
This is what we fight for,
Every night and every day,
And the dream of every person is to just
Go out and play,
Some dreams are hard fought for,
Some do hope and pray,
For the chance to chant in glory,
On all Ireland final day
All the build up
Planning the game,
I walked out onto,
The big green carpet
Shaking hands and
Shaking with fear,
We got our huddle,
Got in position.
The ref blew the whistle,
Both teams in straight away,
Sunday leagues and filthy challenges
Been thrown in from all angles.
As the 45th minute approached,
As the corner swung in at the edge of the box,
I connected sweetly and sent the ball right into
The top left corner.
Half time came and the lads were delighted,
2nd half began,
At the same pace as the 1st,
Yellows been giving left right and centre,
The ref having none of it.
The minutes soon passed by,
Crowd in a loud voice all game,
Singing and chanting players names,
Inspiring them to keep on form.
85th minute and our left winger
Got brought down in the box,
Once again in the game,
Another Sunday league.
I stepped up to put the icing
On the cake to make it 2-0,
Without a doubt ,it hit the back
Of the net.
The fans went mad,
As did the managing staff,
We had won the cup final,
A great day had by all
By Dave Mccracken