This Too Shall Pass
People always seem to think that things are fine, but their lives are not
And I won’t argue against people’s lives sometimes being bad
But that doesn’t mean that the world isn’t terrible either.
They complain about “The Machine”
But we’re the ones making it worse
Allowing it to happen, not speaking out.
All of those little problems
They stem from bigger ones
Always happening, never ending.
It sometimes may be easy to turn your back to the truly big issues
Say “Oh, that’s Bad”, and do nothing about it,
Apathy leads a simpler life, I suppose.
So amongst this all, this uncaring,
While a single voice might go unheard by some,
It could still go far.
So try to get the point across,
Heal the world,
And only then, the old proverb shall come to be:
This too shall pass.
Looking for answers is more difficult than looking for one,
and acknowledging that the result may be complex
and untidy is worrying.
Judging a person leads to a discreet result,
a neatly cut idea
Of who they are, and if a new perspective is discovered,
Then the reason for the discrepancy is that they have changed,
not that the difference was always there,
and that the discreet question was flawed.
Emotions are not a value, but a wave, a wiggly line going up and
down, and no person is the sum of a single cross-section.
Like fuel on a fire
The kind words
Even your itchy feet
It doesn’t matter
The fire has already started
And you keep burning
Because the burn is the best thing you’ve experienced
Nails dig in
Hair pulls out
And then it’s all cold.
Getting kicked out of the TY ball
Or not even getting in at all
I wasn’t even drunk
They’re all stupid skunks
I spent so much on a dress
And I didn’t even get to impress.
Four months on
And I still get accused in the wrong
One f**king drink
And my social life is on the brink
Seven euro on a naggin
What was with all the braggin’?
For the ball at the end of the year,
Just to be clear,
I wont be getting pissed
Instead I’ll be getting kissed….
When I was a boy I was told to grow up
My parents told me to grow up
They sent me to school without any help
So instead I looked for help on yelp
I was having a blast
I grew up too fast
But your teenage years don’t last
Looking back on some of the things I did I start to cringe like an ass
And now I regret that I grew up so fast because now I am so full of sass.
Sean Murphy & Cathal Borrmann
I remember the first time
a ten year old kid.
I mean how do you tell people.
and you tried to scream
but you swear it must have been in the head,
Couldn’t speak. couldn’t move
Frozen in that time, with just pain and hurt, and why?
These tears in my flesh to feel something.
Yes it happened
She was downstairs but.
It was him.
That monster behind the handsome mask
The interesting thing about trauma,
is the night terrors
Curled up in a ball on a bed.
stop trusting people.
Men are filth
Drag me back.
One hundred and seventy two
One and seventy two gashes in my arms
One, one girl who saved me.
Pressure is all around us
People say… Nobody is forced to do anything
But just because a gun is not held to your head
Does not mean there’s no pressure
It’s all around us:
Pressure to have a good body
Pressure to be popular
Pressure to drink
Pressure to have expensive things
Pressure to be part of the crowd
Pressure to be different
One day you wake up and
Everything has changed
You have two choices
You choose to embrace what
Life has given or you sit
There and watch yourself slowly drown in
But we have to realise everything happens
For a reason
And life goes on
So LIVE IT
Because for some people
They don’t have that choice.
Read Between the Lines
Another day, another dawn
While everyone sits stares and yawns.
Learning nothing new just like usual
As the cool students embark on their refusal
And as the depressed teacher sits and wines
The students who strive are those who how to read between the lines
I am what I am, because of the choices I made yesterday
I am what I am, in spite what happened to me
I am what I am, for the good times and for the bad
I am what I choose to be
What will you be?
If everyone individually decided that they were going to stop giving out all the negative vibes, and just was a positive influence on everyone that surrounded them, the world would literally have all of its problems solved and everyone would be happy.
But that’s not going to happen.
So if just a small group of people decide to stop being so mean to everyone, then that little collection of people would be happy and then if the small collections built up around the world there would be a lot more happy people.
So, we’re going to sprinkle hash into everyone’s food so that no one will care because everyone will feel this way.
Being a Teenager is Hard
Being a teenager is hard
For I’ve been told that I am not good enough
Too hard to handle
Not good enough for society
For I am not the same as the models on display
No matter how hard I try.
But we all know that the models are photoshopped
But for some reason society doesn’t except that reality
And pressurises us to starve ourselves to meet their standards
But even if achieve the weight excepted by society
We are still not excepted because we don’t fit the beauty category
So we hide behind a mask called makeup
To make us feel better
But in actual fact it makes us insecure
In our natural self
Being a teenager is hard.
The night is black and the grass is glazed over with dew. The night is still only to be interrupted by the laughing chatter of a group of teens filling up the empty courtyard of the desolate school. They stumble and sway, bottles and cans in hand, laughing, joking, living.
The boy in the shadows watches, envious of their fun, excluding himself from their antics because of the hurt alcohol had brought him through his father. Afraid of ending up the same dishevelled man he doesn’t take part. He sits and fumes silently, worries in hand, afraid, lonely, angry. watching, reflecting, living.
I feel pressured all the time.
My friends they want me to do crime
They want me to smoke, drink do drugs
But I don’t want to be a mug
I’m into sport
I don’t want to snort
I want to make my family proud
I don’t want to let them down
I want to get on good in school
I don’t want to be a fool
I want to be around the good group
And not drinking soup
I want to be a sport star and make my father proud
I don’t want to be vowed.