The Russian Dolls
As a young girl my grandad would show me Russian dolls all painted and grand
From the size of my head to the size of my hand
He explained that it’s not the glossy exterior of these dolls that makes them unique
It’s the many hidden layers hidden underneath
I realised that society says that girl’s should be like Barbie one sided and perfect.
Shows us photo shopped pictures but says that we’re worth it
But really girls are more like Russian dolls, with layers hidden behind hard walls
Girls are told that layers should not be exposed for whatever reason
Being told what to wear no matter the season
Because girls gaming is weird and girls sweating is gross
That why the layer you only see is the outer most
Covered in makeup fake tan and smiles
Because guys prefer tits to looking at eyes
But all layers are perfect no matter what size
The teenagers of today need something to have fun,
They need a drink in their hand thinking their impressing someone,
Stumbling around making a fool of themselves,
Because they don’t have the skills to have a proper conversation with someone else,
Walking the streets with drink in their hand,
Making their parents think that they’re ‘grand’.
Telling their mother they’re staying at someone’s house,
And telling their father they’re ‘just going out’.
Not knowing where they are, still throwing them back,
Thinking that their having some amount of craic.
The next day when they return,
Still trying to get rid of the vodka burn,
They try to convince their parents that they haven’t been out last night ,
Vomiting everywhere and getting a light.
“THE HAPPY GIRL”
Depressed, lying in bed
His Name Was Happy
September 3 2007.
He was walking home from watching the all Ireland hurling final
a bottle of beer in his hand.
A group of young boys. They were drunk. They wanted more alcohol.
They tried to take his bottle but he wouldn’t give it to them
because he knew they shouldn’t be drinking.
One of the boys grabbed the bottle from his hand ,
broke it and stabbed him in the neck
I was eight when my dad died.
He was murdered in the late hours of septmeber 2/ early hours of neck.
My dad was only about 200 metres from his house .
He walked the rest of the way home and bled to death that night.
After a few months the police found the boy who killed him.
He was 15 years old.
About two years later I wrote a letter to that boy when he was in prison .
I told him that I forgave him and I knew that he was sorry.
It was a terrible mistake.
My fathers nickname in life was “happy”.
When he died the world lost a whole of happiness.
My first shot was when I was six
Swishing on 6ft net
The feeling was great
I had the fate for a career.
My First game
Putting on number 7
Feeling like the greats
Feeling like the pros
Feeling I had a long way to go.
Stepping on the court
What a feeling!
And dealing with the defence easy!
My first final!
12 years old
The winning feeling was inside
The game must go on!
Remembering my jumpshot
I knew it was my time
Shot goes up!
*The Wrong Impression*
They think that I’m happy and that I’m okay
They think I’m confident and don’t care what they say
They think my ex loved me and to end it I was cruel
They think I’m a swat and love doing well in school
They think I’m nice and won’t mind if I’m an after thought
They think I’m afraid of being bold because I’m afraid of being caught
They think I’m not alone and I don’t have anything negative to say
They think the smile I wear is real every day
What they don’t know is they are wrong and I have no idea where I belong…
I’m not happy anymore and I’m not always okay
I pretend to be confident and cry when I don’t like what they say
My ex didn’t love me and wanted a hotter easier girl
To think of all his lies would make me want to hurl
My heart is broken by the boy who was my world
I feel like he punched me in the gut with his fist curled
I try hard because of all the pressure and the need of approval
Being smart is my only talent so good grades are crucial
Being a pushover sucks because no one cares how you feel
The tears I cry at night are always real
I don’t think I’m pretty and see an ugly girl in my reflection
I try so hard at all I do because my biggest fear is rejection
I wish I was skinnier and less and less I eat
I fake being happy and every day, I repeat
Life isn’t easy so be nice to everyone
Even to the people with a smile as bright as the sun.
The Winter training sarts
Its tough as it begins,The bleep tests,weightlifting
And fitness sessions ,Hard yards they call them
Our coaches they say ,We’ll reap what we sow
When we’re hurling in May,Christmas passes by
And the challenge matches roll in,All in anticipation
For the championship to begin,A pressure filled year
With the junior cert in June,But all I could think about
Was that first match ,Against doon
The hits are hard ,The hurling quick
But the only thing that matters,Is the ball on your stick
Once you cross that white line,Its no longer a game
It’s a way of life,Not for fortune nor fame
We battle through the groups ,And the semis are here
Its what weve been waiting,Why weve been training all year
Beforhand we all said,Wed give them a rattle
But 10 minutes in,We saw we were in for a battle
A few minutes to go ,And were two points behind
We needed a miracle,Magic of some kind
Our full forward goes through,He rattles the net
This could be our year,But lets not forget
One match still to go,The biggest of them all
We’ll either bask in glory,Or crumble and fall
The flags and signs go up,Around our little parish
Everyone I meet ,Passing on their best wish
The day eventually comes,Its all down to this
Shooting beforehand, Our forwards couldn’t miss
We went out on that pitch , wearing our heart on our sleeve
And made sure when we came off, wed have nothing to leave
With county coaches watching, we all had to perform
And I can tell you one thing, we hurled up a storm
Point after point, we were definetly on top
The hill for supporters, was beginning to sound like the kop
Another goal from our full forward, having the game of his life
Had surely slayed our opponents, with the last twist of knife
Then the ref blew his whistle, three times?! Weve won
An ecstatic feeling under that hot august sun
We piled into cars, and like a parish reborn
We drove through every village, blowing our horn
The celebrations were immense, the songs as loud
It was then we all realised , all those hard yards were worth it
To make the parish proud.
Once there was a girl
With long knotty hair tied up in a messy bun
Most uncoordinated child you have ever seen
Twirling around the room
In a world of her own
In a green dress
None of the other girls wore green dresses
They wore pink
With their hair perfectly tied buns
I guess she just didn’t fit into that club
But what wrong with that, huh?
A green ballerina
In a world of her own
on her own
There is ballerina’s all around the world
But they seem to be pink
But maybe somewhere in the world
Somewhere, they can be green
By Roisin Moran 🙂
You Changed Me
They say I’m heartless
But they cannot see
All the wasted hours of anxiety
Life itself bodes such stress
Yet when I’m with you I am at my best
Pain and anguish vanish
Words come freely
The hour’s passed and off you go
How I wish that you could know
The depth of which my love does flow
I could make excuses
Lord knows I have
All I can say now is
You changed me
What Does Love Feel Like?
What does love feel like?
I do not know ,
All I do is show ,
My love that I feel ,
My love is unreal ,
How is it fair ? ,
When to me it seems you do not care ,
You tell me your in love ,
But you don’t show it enough ,
When I tell you how I feel ,
And all you do is steal ,
My heart and tear it apart ,
I want to spend every moment ,
Showing you how amazing you are ,
But how could I go that far ,
When you act the way you are ,
I put you before everything ,
But you put everything before me ,
I do not know if I can do this anymore….
What does love feel like?
That I do not know….
I don’t believe in anything anymore.
Teenage years are shit, in my opinion
It’s a constant sensation of not being good enough for anyone , afraid to be different , afraid to be ‘original’
School is shit, in my opinion
It’s a constant cycle of brain numbing subjects that you don’t care about and never will, hours of precious life wasted in classes that aren’t streamed but are, your best is never good enough
And sometimes your best is different
I don’t believe that every day you’re equally as capable As the last. Students have problems. They’re not taken into consideration.
Relationships are shit, in my opinion
I don’t believe you ever get over someone
I know I’m only 16. I know that’s what you’re thinking. But no one can put an age on how you feel for someone. I don’t believe you only love once , or at least I don’t believe I only love once I think teenage years are full of love and hatred
But life is amazing, in my opinion
I’m still figuring out how to live
I’m still figuring out that everyday is amazing
I’m still figuring out that love is wonderfully heart filling and warm.
give me a math equation and five hours later It’ll be sitting undone,
Life isn’t about finding the X value and the Y in an equation that someone made up to waste some space in our brains because apparently we need to subtract and add numbers.
The real X value in life isn’t a number it’s something else,
no one person will have the same equation to get the desired value
X can be anything you want it to be
X is you doing what you love most in life
X is finding the reason you were put on this earth not the reason 2x + 3y = 62.
And Y it’s the partner to X it’s not same but it works with X to complete the equation,
Y is a person,
The result that you are trying to achieve after that equal sign is happiness, might have a lot of people that you think are your Y but they will come and go,
The real Y in your equation is
The one you’re with when you finally realise you have completed that equation
That you started working on since your very first day.
And the result to that equatuion is happiness.
The most vulnerable time,
The obstacles that we need to climb
Running around wild,
All left behind.
The friends you think were there
Eventually learning that they don’t care
Unable to except yourself
Pretending to be someone else.
All the problems you face
Growing up seems like a race
Bundles of confusion in your mind
The right path is what you want to find
Getting through these years is a task
Be yourself don’t hide behind a mask.
Judging a book by its cover.
Teachers teach us about how to find x in a simple maths question;
But they never realise that they also teach us more then just one simple sum,
They teach us that in life nothing is handed to you on a silver plate, you don’t get awarded for doing nothing. They teach us that once you leave school is not just a simple straight path you walk down to succeed in life, you come across so many obstacles in line that you’d never even dream about happening to you. Life is never easy for most people we don’t know what happens them outside of school or why there not attending school each day! They teach us that we need to cut people some slack, some people might have parents who have great jobs, they earn lots of money and are able to provide for their kids a lot easier then some, they can give their kids everything they want and more. But then there could one person in your class who you see come to class late some days and then not see them turn up other days, maybe because they don’t lead the easy life you might lead, their parents may have to work 2 or 3 jobs everyday just to barely get by they may not be able to afford a baby sitter so the eldest child might have to stay at home some days and mind the family or make the dinner. This is why we should never judge a book by its cover and we should cut people some slack as they may be facing their own problems.
Social media is too valuable
to people these days,
All people seem to care about is getting likes on Instagram etc
Its hard to enjoy real life when your social media accounts are always in the back of your head
Before we know it we will be dead
Painfully aware, of all my peers
The pain, the pressure, creates real fears
I’m trying to escape so many eyes and ears
Over thinking so much, my mind is scorched…
The hair, the makeup, the parties, the boys, Their friends, their parents all they know is lies.
Afraid of the judgment, my voice has no sound
Dodging harsh eyes, my eyes find the ground,
This haunting emotion, I cannot define
They say mind over matter, but I say matter over mind
I’m running from something, I jump into my dream
In that happy place, I can be exactly what I seem
I am who I am, I keep that to myself because
I finally understand what this emotion must mean
Because I figured out what I’m running from… It’s not my peers or their judgement or anything else it may seem
I know who I’m running from, I’m Running from me…
I’m getting older now,
No longer a child,
Not yet an adult,
But a girl trying to carve a path for herself
I’m making my own choices,
Making a future with my bare hands,
Learning how to step out,
Despite the shaky ground
I no longer need to be held tight in your arms,
But crave an independence,
One that lets me explore my ambition for this world,
A world full of hidden meanings
But sometimes I fall,
As I struggle to take in the world before me,
Confused by the bigger picture,
The adulthood that lays ahead
it must be hard for you to accept,
That I’m building a life for myself,
Making mistakes that you cannot cure,
Choices you never dreamed I’d make.
While you spend 8 hours 5 days a week in school
you think about all the things you can do
if you weren’t in school Surfing, Kayaking, Sky- Diving.
Having to deal with relationships, friendships
while balancing pastimes all wondering do I have the time?
Parents going on about points for college and study
when you may not even have a buddy,
Looking at the wealthy people of the world wondering
will I ever get close to this?
Growing up really isn’t the easy
” Teenage years are the best years of you life”
Quote many adults but they don’t realise
that there’s pressure on you.
The option of going down the root to take drugs,
drink ,do stuff that not your everyday person
will do or study until your brain will shut down
and have a good shot at college.
All these questions have came into your head
while you are having the time of your life at a party think!
Every day I want to get away I feel alone
in my home oh what a very bad day.
Im so depressed I just need a rest oh what every bad day.
i came home from work and now im fucked oh just give me a brack.
My mom died and then I cried oh what a very bad day.
After the funeral I was broke and I thought my life was a joke .
my dad felt annoyed and he started to cry he packed his bags
and left in a cab After he left I felt despair oh what a very bad day.
TY a year to have fun because years after this are going to be boring and glum.
Yet when I ask my mom “can I go out” she says NO and gives out.
Gives out to me for what ? Trying to live my life before it runs out.
When I am old I want to remember stories,adventures and exciting times yet my mom says why cant you just accept that the answer is ‘no’ just this one time.
“You don’t do enough around this house,why cant you be like her she never asks to go out –she stays at home and reads improving her English” these are things I listen to but when I reply im accused of being ‘cheeky’ and ‘inconsiderate’ .
Comparing me to people who seem to do people but never valued for the things I may do better.
I wont remember the days I spent at home but ill remember how I FELT sitting alone.
An apple is round and smooth with no imperfections.
They come in red, yellow, green, all shiny and can be cut into perfect sections.
People choose the best looking fruit and they give the ugly ones a boot.
They say ”It looks nice ”and they don’t care about the price.
But not all apples taste nice just because they look nice.
Most of the time it’s the ugly ones taste great, on any type of plate.
It might not be round or could have a bit of brown.
It’s still only a fruit no matter how cute.
People are like apples, some worship at different chapels.
We all are from Earth, no matter where your place of birth.
People may be different but we are all brilliant.
Don’t compare yourself to others!
I don’t know how people like tea when it tastes awful
I can’t understand how people drink it everyday
I don’t like coffee either
How do people drink it?
Does make them feel better?
Covered in makeup and hairspray,
Waking up to tan on the bed.
Everyone has an image,
All the way up in their head.
Discos, drink and relationships,
Everyone knows them well.
But why do people do it?
It’s really all for tell.
Talking to people you don’t even like,
Just to get a good name.
With Boys that you don’t even talk to,
Just so you’re always the “same”.
Drinking and drinking and drinking,
Just to make you look like fun.
We all have this perfect image,
But none of its really true,
Everyone wants to be compared to someone
but no one compares to you.
Why do the jobs at home get landed on me?
They are always like ‘that’s too hard for me.’
Being the only man left in the house
After your father died is a tragedy.
Nothing is the same, everything’s a pain,
And you never seem to get rewarded.
Life is no longer a game, it’s a battle,
Searching for your confirmation
That the battle has ended but no. There is another one
Just over the hill and if only you could take a rest but
You’re never that blessed.
I know I’m not the only one and I hope I can help some to
Understand their not alone.
Life is a battle and you have to fight for what you think is right.
Because until you’re satisfied everything will pass you by until you learn to reach out
And take what is yours.
When you give it your all but still get grief, when you give 100% but don’t succeed, you come off disappointed and criticism hits you hard,
This is what football is about, winning and losing is all apart of it, like everything in life. The moments you lose in the dying minutes, the joys of wining finals. This is what its all about.
Too much pressure
Everyone’s scared of what others think.
Envious of other people.
No idea of the real dangers of drugs and drink.
Angry at the world as a whole.
Got to find who you are, deep down in your soul.
Even though your still a child,
Your expected to act like an adult and stop being wild.
Every night you want to go out, your parents don’t know what your talking about.
All they want is for you to be yourself,
Really all you want is help.
Sad or happy, no one cares or knows as long as you put on a smile and a happy pose.
The feeling is mutual
They ended it neutral
She grew up too fast
It was a challenge in the past
But day by day she knew she would miss
The special love she always dismissed
Pride and joy is what she would call her brother
She was always less than good according to her mother
They finished with a fight
And she walked off into the night
Her mother was never a friend
She was sad to say it had to end
A Parallel World
I like to imagine a different type of place,
A place where you can do and say what you want.
I like to think people are like fish
We swim and splash around our little ponds,
But if you splash around too much
Other people get wet.
You think you know life,
You stand on the edge
Living, you think.
But you’re not living it not really.
We all care too much,
This stops us from living,
Stops us being fish.
So, sometimes if you look at life in a different perspective
You see its true meaning.
That’s when you’re living.
Born in to a world of good
The little boy never understood
Why one day he was now different
According to the government
Kicked out their own home
Never alone was he allowed to roam
Every day he had to wear a star
Others usually stayed far
The day his world came crashing down
Torn from his mother and sister
Thrown into a run down camp
Made to do labour without meaning
The little boy never understood
People all around him were disappearing
Some even took beatings
The little boy never understood how born into a world of good all he endured was evil.
There is an unnecessary amount of pressure put on young people for things we don’t care about.
We care about our education, but making us listen to things were not interested in is good for nobody.
School needs to be become a place where people learn how to get do career they want, not careers that are more suited to other people.
No one understands what its like being me- what I see in the mirror every day, how someones words could affect me, hating little things like my body image and how society forces us to be the way we are. Peer pressure is a huge issue at our age, not being invited to parties you actually want to go to but pretend not to be into them just so people don’t see how things like this affect you.
Many of us live behind a mask, I can’t deny I don’t. Making sure I’ve a smile plastered on my face as I make my way into school and talking to all my peers. I’m known as the bubbly girl because I can hide my insecurities well, and try to be positive or I’ll think about my pet hates in myself. As I come home every day I question who actually wants to be my friend, when people talk to me is it just because I’m in their class not because they would actually consider me a friend, or would they even want to meet up with me outside of school? Going out on a Friday night and watching people not take a second glance at you is never easy, is it? Hearing people joke about you and trying not to take it to heart is even harder, is it?
People don’t realise the issues that go on in peoples personal lives, like many girls struggle with body image and trying to be confident around others. Screw society and peers, go out and SLAY.
KLOPP FOR THE KOP
He came to Liverpool in October
Some say that he wasn’t sober
When he started off with three draws
We were hardly in awe
But with time came the wins
And that lopsided grin
When you have players like Ibe
That words can’t even describe
You know you’ll go far
Even without Lazar
They call him the normal one
He’ll get the job done
So its Klopp for the Kop
BY CONOR OSULLIVAN AND HENRY O’KEEFFE
IN SCHOOL WE LEARN ABOUT THINGS THAT DON’T MATTER,
LIKE HOW TO FIND X AND THE WIDTH OF A TRIANGLE
I DON’T SEE HOW WE CAN FIT INTO A WORLD THAT IS SO UNFAMILIAR
WHEN 3 MONTHS BEFORE HAND WE ASKED TO GO TO THE BATHROOM
YOU WANT US TO ACT LIKE ADULTS BUT YOU TREAT US LIKE KIDS
MAKE UP YOUR MIND OR PLEASE DON’T SPEAK A THING
At 13 I was a confused teenager struggling to cope with my anxiety.
At 14 I was fighting voices in my head
”You’re not good enough”
And I started to believe it.
Everyone turned a blind eye,
They said it’s just a phase
”You’ll be okay”.
”But I’ve had enough” I said
I lay in bed at night, listening to the trees dancing in the wind
I dreamt of better things.
Were both in denial
I deny that you’re mean to me I cannot hate you
You deny you care about me yet you care about what I do
Confusion at its peak
fragile not weak
feelings still raw
moving on is hard but knowing you have is like a stab in the heart
You go to school to be educated .
But all you get is people telling you to do your ‘ best’
But what you really need is for teachers to give you a rest.
They tell you to ‘stop staring out at space’
But maybe you aren’t staring out at space you just cant stand looking at their face.
You spend 6 hours in school learning about stuff that you wont remember when you are finished writing it on a piece of paper for a test.
You go home and do at least 3 hours on homework and 2 hours on study.
That’s 11 hours of your day gone. And your suppose to get 8 hours of sleep a day .
That’s 19 hours of your day what does that say ?
School is a waste of time for things that are use less and you wont ever need.
to have fun in the sun,
Not knowing when work should be done.
If we only had one day where we could always say
What we feel and what we think as it all goes by in just a blink.
You’re not alone and you will be happy,
Never think that you’re only crappy,
Love yourself and love the life,
God has created and shed some light.
I’m not good enough.
I’m too loud and too quiet,
I’m skinny but I should diet.
I should work hard and take care,
Now I should relax? That’s not fair.
I ‘never leave the house’
But I’m not allowed out.
I didn’t want to be called uptight but,
Apparently now I’m a slut.
I can never be good enough.
Maybe it doesn’t matter that much.
School makes no sense to me since. There’s too much pressure on the things that don’t matter, and nothing said on the things we will eventually need. Having to make a decision for my life as a teenager for myself when I’m an adult. I might do a college course on something I’ll have no interest in when I’m older and just end up wasting my time.
I’m pressured into doing subjects I have no interest in and then supposed to get a good grade in it, even though I don’t understand it. Trying to get good grades so I don’t disappoint, and to also make myself feel better. At the same time having to balance a social life with expectations of how to dress, how to look and how to act.
School causes unnecessary stress over things that don’t matter and won’t matter in the future.
Why do so many people “care”
Asking how you’ve been, how you feel
Just asking, to compare
Coming home, already feeling shitty
But relieved that you got it all out
Coming online to these bullies’s getting bitchy
Realizing that you should’ve kept it all in.
Acting fast, you refuse to “feel”
Brushing it off, forgetting
It might’nd be a big deal..
You again go back to ignoring
You feel the same as before
Lonely, and trapped
Thinking Nobody really cares,
And you cant trust no one anymore
Call it what you want
The way we live today, we call it society,
Mental illness, suicide, anxiety.
Who we are, we cannot change,
As much as we wish we could,
It’s quite strange,
That we are judged
Every day, for what we do and what we say,
Everybody cannot be the same.
A group of people, a community,
Like a unity,
But each individual,
Which is beautifully, crucially, or stupidly
At the end of the day, we are who we are,
A teacher, an artist or even a movie star.
We must be proud,
Because we don’t always have to fit in the crowd.
The quietness around me is overwhelming
It takes over my whole body
Quietness is lonely
Even in a sea of people feeling alone is common
Having friends with you can make you feel more alone
because they don’t understand what you’re going through
because they are fine
They say they understand
and that there hear for you
but when you really need then there not around to help
You might be the person that’s always around when someone needs you
but when u need them
there nowhere to be found
it all comes back to the quietness
the quietness that u here when your alone
no matter who u are u feel that quietness
We are all spellbound
By the illusion of life.
And such we are all hell – bound
Left to wallow in our strife.
But there are few who rise above this
This terrible illusion of existence
And so they are free and full of bliss.
From the spellbinder called life.
By Jack D. Roche
What do you want me to say?
Do you want me to lie
Continue on this way
I could tell you I hate you
But it wouldn’t be true
There are so many things
I wish that you knew
You lack trust
And your damaged
but I don’t know how to make
You feel like you’re not stranded
Because when you look at me
I cant breathe
You take away my sanity
Im lost when im with you
Im lost when im not
Love was all that I sought
And right now
my reality is full of
im standing here in front of you unhappily
you are a magnet
you pulled me in as far as you could
before you flipped and repelled me
just like I knew you would
so Ill ask you one more time
are we both victims of a
I suppose we are
That’s all I can say
Existential Teenage Rant
I HATE HOW MY PARENTS FEEL AS IF IM INCAPABLE OF MAKING GOOD ADULT DECISIONS, ON MY OWN.
IT ANNOYS ME HOW THEY THINK THEY HAVE A SAY IN EVERYTHING I HAVE TO CHOOSE, BUT IT’S JUST “FOR MY OWN GOOD”.
I ABSOLUTELY HATE HOW MY OLDER BROTHERS WILL REINFORCE THEM, AND CHEER THEM ON WHEN THE CHOICE IS MINE TO MAKE AND ONLY MINE!
IT INFURIATES ME HOW WHEN IM FACED WITH A DECISION TO MAKE EASY OR HARD MY PARENTS WILL EITHER PERSUADE ME TO DO IT OR DISUAUDE ME, WHEN THESE CHOICES GO TOWARD MY FUTURE AND SHOULD BE UNIQUELY MINE.
IF I MAKE THE DECISION THAT THEY WOULD’VE PREFERED I DIDN’T MAKE THEY WILL TRY AND GUILT TRIP ME INTO “RIGHTING” IT.
BUT ITS NOT ABOUT “RIGHTING A WRONG” IT’S ABOUT MAKING THE BEST DECISION FOR ME AT THE TIME, EVEN IF IT ISNT THE BEST DECISION IN TWO WEEKS.
IT’S MY DECISION AND ILL F*CK IT UP IF I WANT TO, WITHOUT YOUR INPUT, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
I don’t know what to write about,
Everyone’s poems look slick
but I can’t even write one line,
English isn’t my strong suit,
I’m good at talking and thinking of shit
on the spot but I can never put my
Ideas onto a page.
Everyday I watch
As girls get picked for teams
While I once again
Look on and dream
I play hockey everyday
And give it my all
But when it comes to teams
I’m left standing by the wall
despite the harsh comments about how i’ll “never succeed”
I continue to practice, sweat and bleed
but at the end of the day
they say what they say
because I don’t give a fuck, bitch I slay
I hate how teenagers are mocked just for trying something different
How everyone is expected to follow social guidelines and if you don’t fit their template you’re called weird
How everyone strives to be normal because they’re afraid of becoming an outcast
But guess what?
Youre not alone, don’t be afraid
There are seven billion people on this world and we are all trying to act what a few of them deem as ‘normal’
I’m sick of this!
Everyone is different,
It’s what makes life exciting
Don’t waste all of your time deciding
What person you should try to be
Accept who you are
Why doesn’t everybody see
this is not a dictatorship
it’s a democracy
We got rid of leaders, masters, kings
Everybody has their own opinion
Just let them be
This poem isn’t much different
From many other out there
But Its what annoys me the most
I’m happy with no problems
To be honest , I think my life is awesome.
What is average?
the moment when your on a ladder looking at noose.
This is the time were u think back and find
that the only reason u were driven to be on this ladder
was because of other people and how they wanted u to fit in
but in ur mind u just wanted to fit out stand out.
The person who is laughed at because just cuz u were a little to dumb or a little too fat
but they were a little to mean and they never got laughed at .
See they fitted in they were average but how is or what is average.
Average for boys is to be big fit and not to be into cooking or art
its all about being tough and not being able to be do anything that the opposite sex dose .
then for girls its to be pretty skinny and to put it in one word an average girl is a girl
who is on the out side of a magazine cover.
No matter what people say about satiety i am positive
that todays satiety is all about being average.
But then again what is average.
3-15 to 1-4
The ball was thrown in
Shoulders being hit
Hands were shook
We were playing by the book
Up by five at halftime
They were angry
Sticks began to fly
They tried intimidation
It just turned to frustration
We had our hands on their throat
But refused to gloat
We pushed on
Just scoring for fun
They picked the ball from the net
We had pride in our crest
That was the game
The final whistle was blown
We went back to the parish
And sat on our throne
Sometimes I would like to live
Sometimes I would like to stay in bed
Sometimes life can be so harsh
No matter what I would always try and know that without neglect
Sometimes I would like to know that you love me for who I am
Sometimes I would like to live and have fun
And know that without shame.
Joker is the name,
Poker is the game,
My sweat cold,
I watched them fold,
Until it came to the chip leader
They call him “The Mind Reader”,
After he raised one hundred thousand,
I glanced down at ace ten of diamond,
Under the shadow of my hood,
I realised that he could
Have a high pocket pair.
I made the call,
With a stack ten chips tall,
Then came the flop,
I realised he could be on top,
King, seven, jack,
But I could bounce back,
If I hit the queen,
It would be the perfect scene.
He checked to me,
So I checked back,
My plan was right on track.
There was nothing on the turn,
A cause for concern,
He bet big to get me to fold,
But I decided to hold,
Then came the river,
It gave me a shiver,
I hit the royal flush,
I nearly made a blush,
He went all-in,
I knew that I would win,
I called and won the hand,
And went on to win the grand
Prize, the championship ring,
My first time winning.
Subway is the best,
You should put it to the test,
You should get it with the south west,
You should find out what you want,
Or else it can turn into a bit of a taunt,
You should probably recommend it to your aunt,
Because shell probably like it,
She won’t be able to fight it,
It’s a shame I’m on a diet,
But I can’t seem to keep it quiet,
That’s why I’m writing this poem.
I love watching rugby
Especially the world cup
I used play rugby
Because of my dad
But I gave it up
Because I never got picked
I was left very sad
Sitting on the side
I found it very bad