A voice can control the world,
Who needs to type when you can speak
When you can ask your phone now
What you can ask a person
‘What’s the weather like Siri?’
Siri sounds much more interesting than
A rambling weather presenter. Siri
May even start a conversation
Will a keyboard be gone some day?
Will we just use our voice?
Our powerful voice.
Haven’t smiled since it happened
Haven’t cried since it happened, either, which strikes another notch on that stupid manliness scale
They keeping talking about.
It’s not like I’m managing to cope
More like I’m dead inside.
Driving home from work gives me a dull heartache
You used to always change the radio to that poppy shit when I was driving and helpless
I look at it now as I drive and listen to the music blare out and I still hate it.
But I won’t change it.
It doesn’t seem fair to win the fight when you’re not there, anymore, to fight back.
I look up at our mirror, and see that Jesus statue you always took such care with.
I’ve started praying you know. I make one wish a lot.
I look out at the sky when I ask him to bring you back.
You told me how clean you always felt, but I never feel better.
I haven’t felt in a long time, really. Sometimes, I worry.
That even if you could go back to being you, I can’t go back to being me.
You said you loved me for my sense of humour, but I haven’t smiled, once.
How can you write a meaningful poem?
I hear that anything meaningful or honest
That I write will be scorned
Nor can I fully express all my deepest thoughts
I’m not even sane If I’m self aware
Enough to have true deep thoughts
I always answer myself, am I deep enough?
Am I slightly neurotic, vain?
Maybe I am, But I think not to an unhealthy agree.
I act basically the same around my family
As I do around my friends to some extent
But doesn’t everyone have different ways of showing
Their best character around their friends
That’s natural right?
I try to be nice but not a doormat
I try to be kind but not to appear desperate
These are good things?
You see in my opinion asking teenagers to write
Poetry will bring out the worst in them.
Being A Teenager
If you are a teenager
You’ll know what I mean when I say
Life is quite hard at the moment for us
In a lot of different ways.
There are exams and school, of course
And the pressure to ‘fit in’
Sometimes you don’t feel like you belong anywhere
Or you just want to hide in your room.
Of course, there are the good times
A lot that outweigh the bad
And overall, your teenage years
Will be some of the best you ever had.
I get up every morning
To the same old sound
I wonder what each day will bring
Something fun or something boring
Maybe even something ordinary
Often I am surprised as to what the day
But the day has finished
Just as fast as it began
And I get up every morning
And do it all again.
Gareth Mc Govern
Am I Cool?
Am I cool?
Do I look pretty?
Are my jackets funny?
Am I cool?
Do I wear the right brands?
Is my nose to big?
Am I cheeky enough?
Am I cool?
Should I wear more make up?
Do I wear too much?
Should I wear my skirt shorter?
Am I cool?
Should I wear my hair long or short?
Not short, they might think I am a lesbian
They all say ‘Its okay to be gay or lesbian
It ‘s normal’ But actually they don’t think so.
So when my best friend is gay, am I even cool?
Should I defend him?
Even when I am not cool.
When I wake up in the morning
I’m still asleep.
I’m in the dream i didn’t get to dream the night before,
Due to life and insomnia.
My eyes droop and hang in school,
I’m surrounded by others who aren’t on as many pills as me,
And don’t need to see a councillor once a week.
It doesn’t mean they’re happy
Everyone’s judged, everyone.
Everyone sits at home some nights,
Crying over exam results or society.
I sleep on every desk in school
The bell is my alarm clock still trying to wake me up.
I’m in love with a boy, who is also suffering.
We walk in the park at night and talk,
It makes me feel better.
Sometimes it’s the little things in life than can make someone feel so useless,
Feel so beautiful
And life is beautiful.
Outside its raining
Habit is fading
I want to fly, fly away tonight
I am in the chair
With all these people looking at the teacher
And she is talking about something
That I don’t understand
So I start looking through the window
Outside its cold
But I want to go outside
A’s and B’s
Monday to Friday, nine to five
Trying to confirm to the normal standards of life
No room for outsiders or try harder’s
Aspiring to climb up the social ladder
We were warned about the importance of A’s and B’s
But what most people want is to be close to that cool somebody
The rugby players, the football players, the ones the girls
While you sit at home giving you exam notes a once over.
To This Day
Face wet with tears, I lay in bed
Arms spread widely, clutching paper in my hand
My Mom says, ‘You should have tried harder’
My Dad says, ‘Straighten up soldier’
I hear the fighting downstairs
Monster above me opens it mouth as I stare
The monster made of stains on the ceiling
Fed with my grief and anger.
Na Young Han
School is a place where according to teachers you are nurtured and raised
To be a valued member of society
School is a place where according to parents
You are free to be yourself and learn relevant things for a job
School is a place where according to teenagers is a place
Where you are forced to learn shit you’re never going to use
Who gives a shit if x =y
It’s a place where you have to constantly balance
Being yourself and fitting in
It’s a place where you have to wear shitty little uniforms
With fancy little ties and shiny black shoes
It’s a place where if your are 10 minutes late or haven’t done
Your work or have pissed off the teacher, you get a detention or suspension
School is a place where you constantly have to be like ‘Yes sir, No sir,
Three bags full sir’, it’s a place where everything has to be regulated and punctual
And boring, where you learn to blend in and perform
School is a place where you have to f**king pay for it. You pay to be constantly
Told off and told what to do.
Bullshit! School should have no homework, no uniforms, no exams and no fucking snobby teachers
to look down on you and say you’re not good enough
I wish if you don’t agree with a teacher you don’t get into trouble
If you’re in a row with a teacher you should be able to say ‘F**k off’ and be able
To walk off with no consequences because you’re angry.
The forge is empty
Horseshoes and tongs lie untouched
Eternal fire burns.
I have no idea
What I should write
I am kind of confused and nothing is coming to my mind
My brain isn’t functioning
I must have left it behind.
Although I got an A in English
I am still hungry to fill my dish
With a fish
In order to make this poem rhyme.
It is hard, it isn’t easy
I only have a few minutes left
I better hand up my scrap of paper.
It’s dark, I can’t breathe
I open my eyes, It’s still dark
I open my mouth but nothing happens
I panic, I’m scared, I can’t breathe.
But in that brief second I could be anywhere
I forget everything, my mind goes blank
I’m calm, at peace
My mind like the sea before a storm.
I’m floating, weightless, thoughtless, in the vaccum of space
I’m leagues under the sea, weight of a thousand tonnes weighing on me
I’m six feet under my thoughts bouncing around a wooden box.
I’m back, My consciousness disturbed
Like a puddle beneath the the feet of an excited toddler.
At last my lungs fill
Like an aggravated puffer fish
The breath floods through me like a tsunami of life
I feel the duvet on every inch of my skin.
Lucid dreams await.
Fear turned to hate
But he doesn’t know it yet
He expects me
To respect him
I know I should
If only I could.
I Believe In Freedom
I believe in freedom
I believe in dreams
But I don’t believe in lies
But sometimes I wish they were true
Sometimes you don’t want to know
You want to live the lie
And don’t have to think
Just being happy
Or you can leave
Leave all you know