Loss
Distance
You started acting different
You broke hearts
Even mine
But how was I to know
Not everything was going well
But sure life’s not always swell
How was I supposed to be able to tell
Maybe I don’t know you so well
Lost
I don’t know from where it came
What it is
But it is there
And I am lost
Filled up with nothind
And this one question
Why
Anonymous
Obsession
Grades
Teachers say without good grades you’re nothing!
But what are you with grades?
They test every individual on the same intellectual test
Its like testing a fish and a monkey on the same thing
They are complete opposites
So don’t judge by testing two individuals on one test
Every single person has a different talent
What if the government made ‘drugs ‘ illegal because the air we breath
Is a drug and the things they call drugs make us see the world the way it actually is .
Anonymous
Our World
This is where people are going to judge us on the way we look (the clothes we wear and how the brands brand us to be rich, popular) .
This is where people are judged on their sexuality, their religion and their wealth and not on how they treat others or who they really are.
This is where billions of innocent people are terrified to be the victims (chosen sacrifice) of an evil, wrong , opinionated, judgemental, attention- seeking evil group that are willing to destroy lives of thousands in order to make a point that they are right.
This is where men treat women like objects and choose ‘the one’ because of the number that shows up on the weighing scales and if her dress is tight.
This is where men are judged based on the physical strength they have and they are declared weak if they refuse to participate in violent acts because they believe that fighting is not the answer to “who is better?”
This is people judge women based on the amount of different men they have been seen with even if they have never met her.
This is where people manipulate each other in order to make it like they the bully is superior when really the truth is they are afraid that somebody else is better than them when really they are their only enemy.
This is where sons and daughters believe in make believe when they are children and realise reality as they grow up but they never let the truth of loss speak to them and when they lose somebody they are shocked and they don’t believe it because they never let their self-accept the fact that nothing and nobody lasts for eternity.
This is where people leave lights on, water running and rubbish on the ground of our precious home not knowing that one day it will burn out.
This is where we all live. It’s our world and in order to keep it safe we should love each other and treat everyone equally no matter who somebody is because that’s what life is all about.
Eimear O’Tuathail
A Knife In the Darkness
Limbo
Everyone around me gives the impression of being perfect.
Or at least being better put together than I am.
I’m sure they probably aren’t like that.
But I just don’t know.
And there’s no way I can find out.
I’m not close to any of them.
They all seem normal.
As in they fit the typical teen stereotypes.
The sporty, camaradrie filled group of boys.
The chatty, light hearted gangs of girls.
That isn’t me.
When I’m around them,
it feels like I’m wearing a mask.
I’d never be comfortable enough to talk with them properly,
about REAL things – how I feel, who I am on the inside.
No one seems to understand
I just drift through life.
There is always emptiness, absence,
my tormenting awareness,
that nothing lasts forever.
Anon
One
What I see
Looking at the room around me, I see a bitter sense of achievement. Oozing through the walls from other teens in other pompous classrooms sharing their opinionated thoughts, that teachers politely listen to, while secretly they roll their eyes, in hope the teenagers arrogance and imagination will soon drown in realism and be replaced by artificial optimism.
A Beautiful Life
It’s very bad
Underage
Wind
I make the lightest sound as I bid you farewell
Fair Play
I have had enough
I have had enough of MY self worth being determined on the grades I get.
They know me by my examination number.
They dont know the voice and opinions hiding behind the opinions
molded by my “superiors”.
They dont know that my only passion is music,
his sport,
hers reading,
his drama,
not maths,
nor science,
he would rather be pouring his heart out on a stage in front of hundreds,
she would rather be on a pitch scoring the winning goal,
not sitting behind a stiff wooden desk writing out maths theroems,
and that should not make any of us a less intelligent or driven human being
but an interesting and passionate person for doing what we love.
Anonymous
Christmas
Christmas is coming, yesterday, me and my family we start to decorate the house. Only put two Christmas trees and some Santa Claus figures. Today I think that we will continuous with the decoration.
I love Christmas, this season of the year is lovely. All the streets have some nice decorates, in the shops are a lot of it and the children are exiting because they wait Santa Claus Presents.
I hope that when I go back to Spain on 22nd of December my mum have my home decorate, because the Christmas is not the seam without decorates.
Christmas night I eat the dinner with my family, my grandparents and my cousins. After dinner we dance and sing, and them me and my brother go to the party in my village.
In Spain Santa Claus only give us some small presents, because our big present give us the wise men.
Gema Cabeza
The Baffle
Family
They are always together no matter the weather,
Some drift away but they leave the rest with a hole in their heart,
It is always sad to see them break apart,
Although they are all tethered together,
parents wont always be present,
We feel that they wish to torment,
But it is because they are loving,
Everyone agrees that it is worth the bugging,
Caoilte Curran and Luke Gillen
My life
I come from a house of horrors
My mother works from dawn to dusk minding the accidents of rich parents who don’t give a shit. All the while she severely suffers from depression and refuses to seek help no matter how much I try. Sometimes I think she is just going to drop dead on me she is so stressed.
My father works from 6am until 2pm and then spends the rest of the day trying to help my mother as best he can but gets treated like crap by my brother. He suffers from extreme stress and every day I pray he doesn’t have a heart attack.
My brother is a troubled child. He is the most aggressive person I have ever met. His temper is as short as mine is long. He treats my mother like shit and has no respect for my dad. He treats me and my youngest brother like we are not equal to him and I am scared for him. I know when he gets to adulthood despite being a straight A student will never achieve anything because of his behaviour. His dream is to save animals in Africa but he is the most homophobic and racist person I have ever met.
My youngest brother is scared to death of my other brother but is becoming more like him every day. He struggles at school and finds it difficult to focus. He spends his life playing football and I would give my left hand for him to be good enough to be professional.
As for me, one of my earliest school memories was being punched. I used to be in love with football but I was no good. My whole team hated me and claimed I brought everyone down. So I quit. Never played it again and at school I couldn’t do it because I was scared of what people would think of me. My entire year, it seemed, hated me and I spent nearly 6 years of my school life alone. When most people were outside playing I was inside reading afraid to talk to anyone. None of the teachers gave two shits no matter how hard my parents tried. I still find it difficult to speak to my peers but thankfully things have changed. When I was 13 I fell in love with rowing and as of last year I am an All-Ireland Champion. I realised a few years ago I couldn’t let those people beat me down. So I searched and searched until I found something I loved and poured my heart and soul into it. Things at school are better but I am still looked down upon by my peers but my home life has never been worse. I spend my entire life finding excuses to stay away from home.
-S
Tough
A Weird Sensation
Shelter
Growing Pains
You’re growing, you’re fine,
the pain is still on going.
frighting yourself, you’re scared,
cause the whole worlds fighting itself.
there’s so much terror, you’re afraid,
you feel like your an error.
you’re thrown overboard, you’re unwanted,
you’re ignored.
you’re petrified, you’re shaking,
No where to hide.
You ask why, no one answers,
you cry.
you wonder how they didn’t care, you ask,
turns out the answers to hard to bare.
Anonymous
Trouble Maker
Nothingness
I don’t know what to write about,
I don’t want to scream and shout,
I think I’ve got writers block,
My brain is the thing I’m trying to unlock,
I only have one more verse to do,
No one can deny that this poem is true,
Just two lines left and that’s fine with me,
Now I must go because I’ve things to do and people to see.
Liam Divilly
When you’re bisexual
Prodigal Son
Up until two years ago, I had never met my brother before. My mother gave birth to him when she was quite young and the best thing for him at that time was adoption. This was a very tough decision for her but she knew his adoptive family would take very good care of him. Fast forward 27 years, and my mother receives a phone call from an adoption agency informing her that my brother was looking to make contact with her. After about a year of email and letter contact, they both agreed to meet for the first time in 28 years. All this time, my brother, that I had never known about was merely 2 hours away from me. In no time, it was my turn to meet my long lost brother. Meeting him was the best experience of my life. I was overcome with so many emotions. I saw so many similarities in him and I. Since then, we have all kept in frequent contact and have also met many times.
Last September was by far the best experience of my life. My family and I had the opportunity to attend my brother and his wife’s wedding in Portugal. We were introduced to all of my brother’s friends and adoptive family. It was amazing to meet the people that he grew up alongside and I feel they were happy to meet us also. Everyone was very friendly and welcoming. It is an experience my family and I will never forget. I am very happy that my mother could share this celebration with my brother, his wife, their friends and my brothers adoptive family.
I am so proud to call him my brother. Although I did not grow up with him, like I did with my older sister and other brother, I feel like our relationship has grown immensely since we first met in 2013. He will always have a special place in my heart alongside the rest of my family. I am so happy I had the opportunity to meet him and am now a part of his busy everyday life. I love him very much and I cannot wait to hear what adventures lay ahead of him in his life.
Anonymous
P.E.
Nothingness
I don’t know what to write about,
I don’t want to scream and shout,
I think I’ve got writers block,
My brain is the thing I’m trying to unlock,
I only have one more verse to do,
No one can deny that this poem is true,
Just two lines left and that’s fine with me,
Now I must go because I’ve things to do and people to see.
Liam Divilly