Expensive suit, credit cards, Audi A6, fourth glass of wine later,
Sitting up late, ringing the guards, checking the river, found hungover sleeping in the carpark,
A dad, a role model and lover and husband,
Pay checks come in and we send out a fake image,
A perfect family with a perfect house and happy kids, happy stories and a happy fucking golden retriever
Older now, turning to love in other men, they won’t let me down will they?
Sitting at the end of the bed, plasters on the wrists that seem to look frailer by the day,
Unconditional, unrequited love for the boy down the street who sees you as the girl with the wide smile, sad eyes, but nothing more than that
Pay checks come in and fake images go out
The bar man slips another pint across the table to the successful man in the expensive suit in exchange for yet another note on the counter
A dad, a role model, a lover, a fool
People are starting to notice
have friends who feel alone,
I have friends who want to die
I have friends who cut their wrists
And yes, of course ill always be there for them but, who is there for me?
When I feel like that but no one knows,
I’m not the type to say what I’m feeling,
I’d much rather listen, but people are starting to notice,
My mother notices that I never leave my bed,
My teaches see my pale face and I can’t cover my dark circles,
Make up cant cover every scar and a smile can’t be kept forever
What you did was really bad,
Heartbroken was the only token.
But you remained unspoken
You thought walking out was really easy
But infact the act was rather sleazy
Leaving with your clothes and sheets
A reminder you’re really only a cheat
You will never understand the damage you’ve done
For you it was all just a bit of ‘Fun’
Leaving us with tears rolling down our face
I hope you realize,
People walk around
with nothing to do,
Nowhere to go,
Spend their time in an alley way,
Smoking their lives away,
Getting high just for show,
Selling their souls for just one blow.
No wonder they do it,
What else do they have?
They fight for the sake of it,
Wander the streets,
Lost in their jigsaw of a brain,
Due to all the cocaine.
The schemes and plans to prevent the issue,
Only ever leads to tear filled tissues.
Learning to Capsize
One day long ago, I was asked,
If I would like to kayak?
Unsure, I replied okay.
I made the best friends I ever had,
And out of 5 levels,
I’m a 2.
I never liked capsizing,
It was always my fear,
To get stuck under the boat,
And never appear.
But I take pride in my draw stroke,
And low brace too,
There the things I’m best to do.
I’ve been kayaking for almost 6 years,
And I love it so much,
Without it I would be so so lost.
A new beginning is an old end.
I start again, or am I just finishing?
One day goes by, one day less.
I spend my time idly, freely, stupidly.
“So little time, so much to do”,
Too much time and nothings left.
My deteriorating health is all I have,
It’s all I’m worth.
A need, a want, a whim,
What’s it all for?
A chance to win.
To win the game of life?
Or to win at avoiding death.
Alas, I slip.
They’re a group of people the world tends to ignore. There are as many gamers in the world now as stars in the sky; and yet, they are not fully acknowledged. They are people. They have feelings. Headphones don’t mask that fact.
What happens to you?
You sit there in a corner people staring at your face
Making complaints about your personal life and things you cannot change,
Tears streaming down your face bullets shooting through your heart
Like people stabbing you because of things that happen to you.
You see people in the hallway and wish that it was you
Wish that you had someone to laugh with and do the things you do,
It mightn’t even be your fault maybe everyone else just doesn’t know
What’s happening to you when you’re not there?
What happens when you’re at home?
And every time you see the scars you sit upstairs and cry
You hear two people downstairs screaming saying what’s wrong with our child,
And you sit in your room thinking if they knew what happens in school
Instead of blaming their lives on me and giving me abuse
You have to repeat it all the next day with nobody knowing how you feel
Wondering if you’re the only one
And everyone judging you not even knowing what goes on,
But maybe if they all knew you wouldn’t be abused at home or in school
Because if you think about it if your parents and classmates knew
You wouldn’t be abused by your parents or at school.
The Closed Gate
Home is where the heart is
But my heart is in me
I only seek the sunshine
Or where the wanderers may be.
I loathe the fenced off boundaries
The bills the inheritance tax
My roots are in land
But my hands aren’t for the grass.
The world should live like birds
Who travel for what they miss
They follow the sun for warmth
Of heart of soul of bliss.
Tear down these walls we’ve created
Let them shatter, crumble, fall,
These migrants need our help,
Don’t make them flee and crawl
Through these haunted forests
That are armed with guns and war
Or overseas in floating coffins
This must end. No more.
If birds are seen as beauties
Being welcomed from our skies
Our people should move with freedom too
Warm summer morning
White sheets and warm blankets
Sunlight streaming in through the closed blinds
I didn’t want to leave the confines of my bed on a warm summer morning
I throw the covers off and run to the stairs
My granny is standing in the doorway
I shout to her but receive no response
I move down the stairs as if in a dream
My brother’s standing outside, hands to his face
I hear the word for the first time
My dad is lying on the floor
He groans and my mum shouts
I’m running down the road in my pyjamas
Banging on doors and shouting for help
A woman emerges wearing a nightgown
The smile that had been on her face drops as she shouts for her husband
Loud sirens and flashing lights
Men and women in white clothes
Hospital walls and blue mattresses
Sympathetic smiles and holding hands
I will never forget that warm summer morning
The last time I saw my dad
When we lost each other in the crowd
Because I knew you would resurface from the maze of buzzing teeens
And if even it took you twenty minutes
I was glad I found you
When we became separated in the forest that time we did orienteering
Because I knew you could navigate back
And even you were delayed because you helped a girl with a twisted ankle
I was glad you returned
And even when you came to my house late
With dishevelled hair and an apologetic smile
I wasn’t angry
And when I found the note
With a girls heart engraved with ink
Even though I knew you wouldn’t be coming back
By Tara Neary
I used to spend my time following all the popular girls trying to be cool
Feeling like its impossible to be the real me
When I do open up no one likes me im alone
But maybe its alright not to be popular
Maybe its alright to be happy
I used to be quiet and now im quite chatty
Atleast I wont be changing nappies
The Way Things Are
It’s hard to relax in a town where shit spreads quick,
Anything escalates and is always spread by the same dicks.
Because of course they’re perfect! Never do anything wrong,
Yet you only have to look at them and they move along.
I’ve made mistakes and I can’t change that.
But it is my life.
I find it strange that you are so caught up on MY past and MY mistakes.
Even though it affects you in absolutely no way.
To add to that its never to my face
Always behind my back
Trying to ‘put me in my place’
Then you see me, your eyes divert
You go a different way
You don’t understand that it does actually hurt
And I do put those words into play,
Over and over,
In my head.
I can’t change what I’ve done,
But I can say,
It honestly was fun.
But while you waste your time giving me grief about my past,
That’s long gone.
I won’t give a shit,
Because I’m done.
I wish I had an axe to strike down the work we are doing.
Something to split the tidal wave in half.
Or a drum to bang so that they would listen to me speak.
Strapped to my right a great wooden shield to defend myself
Against whatever aggression or insults anyone might throw at me.
But I have a great stick that I use to push and hit.
When I exert myself I am freed and enjoy life to the full.
When I train I forget the tidal wave of work I’m drowning in.
But on my island of AstroTurf I am free from the hate of the word.
Come on boys we can do this!
Show your passion
Don’t let it happen
Do it for the green jersey
We will win this derby
We will come out on top
Stop them don’t let them pass
Put them to the floor
Then we will score
Come on boys we can do this!
I’m a girl; so what im not allowed to play sport anymore?
Or you think girls lives aren’t as good as yours?
Girls are strong, girls are powerful,
In fact we make this world quite wonderful.
Think about it; without girls the human race would die out,
Our world wouldn’t have been as great as it is now.
How could girls get underestimated like,
Girls shouldn’t have to be afraid of rapists or perverts
Or stupid little boys who think they can lift up our skirts
We have a right to be in this world too,
So don’t let anyone walk all over you.
Girls be bold, be strong, be brave
And don’t be anyones slave
You can do anything you want to do,
Anything boys can do, we can do too!
by: Destiny Ewohime, 12 and Rukky Etaferi, 13
This is the End
I watched the world as it went by,
I watched the others living their lives to the full,
I aspired to be accepted,
To not be depressed and dull,
It attacked me every day,
It tore me apart,
Leaving me with dismay.
I have to admit,
I tried the self-harm,
But I could not quit,
Destroying my arm,
Those wounds were deep,
In which they showed sorrow,
For days on end I would cry myself asleep,
All night long and into tomorrow,
I try to stay alive,
Not let it bother me,
But sometimes I think,
I want to jump out of a tree,
I can’t make any promises,
This may be the last of me you see,
I can’t take it no more,
And I can tell you it will be.
By Cameron Murphy
Bon bons and lollipops
Chocolates and apple drops
Skittles and ice cream
Chocolate covered peanuts and jelly beans
Starbursts and toblerone
M and Ms and ice cream cones
These sweets are nice
Being a teenage girl
You know you always dreamed of it, as a little girl.
The thoughts of the high heels and amazing clothes and makeup and mobile phones and being able
to put all your best pictures and quotes out there for everyone to see.
And tight dresses and going out with your friends and staying up late
And being that girl that everyone wants to be –
That girl that has everything.
You dreamed of it like it was your goal, like it was the only time in your life,
When you would be truly happy, and truly free, didn’t you ?
But , it’s not quite like that, is it? No, no it’s not.
Sure, you can have the clothes and the heels, but with that comes people judging you,
Making complaints about what you wear and making you feel like you just …just aren’t good enough.
You can have the fanciest phone and put all those cute pictures of you and friends out there, but
that’s not going to please everyone.
You can go out with your friends to all those parties that you know aren’t really a good idea, and
Just follow the crowd.
But , if you trust yourself and think carefully about what is right and wrong, think of the consequences and don’t follow the crowds, well…….. your teenage years are gonna.
You judge me because I don’t have the same interests as you,
But how am I expected to have the same ones as you
When I am a completely different person to you?
You think life is based on what interests people have,
But I can’t control that, you know I can’t
And yet you still manage to bring me down when I don’t deserve it.
This is where we score tries and split thighs
Where 9/11 is somewhat comical
Where you can be a proper lad
Where boys become men
This is a place where were told now you’re adults you have a lot of responsibility.
But yet we are learn that we are not equal too adults but rather under them.
This is a place where we are taught to remember someone else’s work rather than think for ourselves.
This is where people put on false personalities rather than be their true self because of the shame that they feel or the hate they may receive for simply being themselves.
This is a place where often our true selves go to die where we copy other people imagination rather than have our own. A place where being ourselves is so terrifying that we invent a new person and that person often becomes replaces the one we once were .
At my gaff to prink,
Me paddy gaz and ben
Pisshead, dickhead beer and silage,
Life is like a game,
Fifa, Mario, it’s all the same.
There’s winners, there’s losers,
Beggars that can’t be choosers.
Life is like a boat,
We all need to try stay afloat.
Waves will toss and turn you around,
Try to keep your feet on the ground.
Life is like a song,
It can be either short or long.
A sound so beautiful to the ear,
Only a certain amount to hear…
By Myles Brady and Jessie Wagenaar
I’m trying to seem like I’m of a high standard
It seems like there having so much banter
To them I seem about as cool as Flanders