My mind is filled with ideas
Filled with rhymes and words that don’t rhyme.
The world around me beating with the strength of the oak
Moving me on swiftly by the encouragement of the leaves.
I awake, a child again
I have nothing, naked
Left with my thoughtless mind
A bed of thorns to comfort me.
Lives passing by and through…
An observer I’ve become.
The thorns press harder
Perfection and love out of reach
Because there is no perfection here
My empty mind begins to be filled with one thought
The thought that replaces my earthly heart, stripping me
All that is left is loneliness, the idea’s gone and I burst.
This is For
This is for the girl who would rather
Have loneliness as her only partner
Than suffer another minute
Of offences, slurs and shit.
For the boys confined
To their own mind
Trashing, fearing the unknown
Screaming, crying, alone.
Those who talks boys
But think girls.
Those who talk girls
But think boys.
This is for the hidden
For the hiding
And for the scared.
When I was four I was plucked from my home
My parents told me it was for the best
I cried because my life was falling apart like styrofoam
But we packed our bags and moved west.
I started school but I missed my friends
These kids would not accept me; I was foreign
Over time all I could do was blend
School became the show I was the star in.
As time moved on the torment became less
Like I finally fit in, one of the crowd
Every now and then my mind gave me memory access
But really I was an out-of-place cloud
When secondary school started the torment came back again
I went home for a bit and the accent became strong
I came back but I wish I could get back on the plane
But then I realised this would be lifelong.
I have grown to accept the fate I have been set
The life of insults and impersonations, wishing I could go home
Going through life with the background music of a string quartet
I can’t help I am from a different nation
My life which is styrofoam.
Dear Future Self
Dear future self,
Remember to ask for help
For emotional help
Is the greatest wealth.
For goodness sake
You need a break
From all the heartache.
So take a step forward and see what you can make.
All they care about is the exterior
The things you can touch, feel
Always picking on the inferior
Until even the strongest most intelligent can’t deal
They think they’re divinely superior.
They take note of your home town
But never take note of when you’re down
Say they’ll be there to listen
But when it comes around there nowhere to be found
The most silent ones are so ironically loud.
Isabelle & Anna
With your hand coiled in a fist, reciting the list
Constantly tormenting your will to exist
Staring blankly into space
Simply wondering do you deserve a place
In this convoluted human race.
What Have We Become?
I am the girl who laughs and smiles
You are the girl who jokes and talks
Known each other since we were young
Playing freely under the sun
What happened to us over the years
What have we become?
I am the girl who cries at night
You are the girl who struggles to fight
We’re the best of friends always and forever
But have we ever known each other really, ever
What happened to us all this time
What have we become?
Breathing returns to normal
School bell rings
I can’t face Them again
But I must
To conquer a fear it must be faced
An accidental shove brings me to my senses
I make my way to Room 201.
The squeak of my vans echoes down the hallway.
I saw a video the other day
About the Holocaust
And whilst everyone around me
Was boasting about their trips to Auschwitz
I realised everyone had listened but no one had heard
The voices which had told their stories.
We could apply for a trip
To Calcutta the other Day
And whilst everyone was talking
About how cool it would be to visit India
I realised that no one actually cared
About the children they would be helping.
Someone decided to share a problem the other day
About the trouble they were having at home.
And everyone around me started matching their story
With a story of their own.
Each one more dramatic than the next
I realised that it was all just one big competition.
Everyone wants to know things about you
Who you’re friends with and where you were at the weekend
But what they really want to do is tell you their own stories.
My Sky is Now Blue
Six years have gone by
Since he hit me last.
Six years you say?
God that went fast.
Head locks, shoving
Day after day.
My sky is now blue
But once it was grey.
Poking and prodding
I could see no end.
Name calling, pushing.
He still called me his friend.
But one day I spilled
Mam and Dad heard it all.
“Please make it go away.
Please answer my call.”
It was all sorted.
My sky once again blue
Tell someone my friend,
Soon yours will be too.
I wish that things could change for me
But I also wish that things could stay exactly the same
Because I don’t want to lose all the good things
But all those bad things ain’t no game.
Being so confused in life right now scares me,
I have no idea where I’m gonna go or what I’m gonna do.
But I know I have to believe in myself
And that’s what you have to do too.
Be your own competition, in what you do bring compassion
Be better than the person you were yesterday
Yes there will be days when you feel astray
But that’s life that’s how goes
Where we’ll end up and with who
No one knows
You are young and you are strong
Yes the journey to happiness may be long
But know that what comes will be great
Friend lover sister brother
I began to walk
I was told I was going to hell, off the face of the earth.
Footprints left on my face.
But only I can see.
No one helped
No one cared
Leaving me to perish desperately.
She said as she jumped off a cliff:
I wish I could go back to all those times
When I was passed out on the beach
No one to bother me about my grades
I don’t have to hide my scars because no one gives a damn.
This world is where people don’t take problems seriously because of your age
Get over it they say
It was too much trouble for them to fix it
So now you are left with a hole in your soul.
I am a girl who wants to impress her parents so they are not let down
But that can all become too much when she’s in the kitchen
This is a world where kids go to private schools
But don’t give a damn anymore
Everyone’s lost and alone as it’s just me, myself and I
Hide the pain with the liquids in the kitchen
I’m no stereotypical girl, I’m told every day
But we have to keep going and fight through the the pain.
The sun rises everyday
Even if you are not okay
Life goes on one day at a time
The stars will sparkle the moon will shine
Do what you love
Be who you are
You set the standard
So raise the bar.
We began here from the start
And then we found our new hearts
We slowly started to drift apart
So I thought maybe we could restart.
Now you leave me thinking
Why our friendship started shrinking
I will never understand
It was like standing in quicksand.
Until now people are being called pretty, ugly, nerdy
We live in a world were stereotypes are key to society
People have labels on their back
Not wanting to show their real life problems.
Until now people don’t see the effects until something happens
People feeling down don’t show their emotion
People feeling sad hide their emotion with happiness
Until now their true emotions were be pushed aside.
Until now the real emotions people have can be used against them
Fearing to show the world the real them
The fear eating them alive but still can’t feel safe to say anything
The safeness they’re looking for to them can’t be found.
Until now people have been used as things to pick on
But now in society things have changed
From people to suffering in silence to people sharing in the loudness
The world has finally found its calling.
They call me names
But they don’t know the pain I’ve been going through.
When I walk down the street, they scream and shriek at me, as if I was nothing.
But through all this pain, I still continue to stand by my name.
They call me slut, whore, and many more,
But I ignore them, because I know what I’ve done
Before all this begun
I was just a simple little schoolgirl.
Before this happened
I was a young girl trying to make it in this, crazy world.
One day, he stopped me and asked if I wanted a free lift
I accepted, not knowing what my fate was going to be.
From that day, I regret accepting that lift,
And now I know, that everything you do, might land you in poo.
Martha Mc Glade
Girls and Boys
Girls are shamed if they wear short skirts
Boys are applauded if they show some skin
Girls are frowned upon if they shift two lads
Boys are congratulated if they meet seven girls
Boys are laughed at if they want a serious girlfriend
Girls are popular if they have a cute boyfriend.
The difference between boys and girls is undeniable
Yet the inconceivable truth is that we find it justifiable
This needs to change
It needs to happen now
For if it doesn’t
The world will become deranged.
Monday is marvellous
Tuesday is terrific
Wednesday is wonderful
Thursday is truly great
Friday is Saturday’s unmarried lover
And if Sunday is a secret, then Monday’s its mother.
Kate De Burca
Sometimes we are treated like children
Or treated like adults
We want be be treated like teenagers
A lot of problems can result.
We are called the troublemakers
But most of us are not
Please excuse our behaviours
It’s not our fault.
I hate the pressure put on teenagers by schools
Sometimes it is okay to sit alone
I hate how shallow most girls are these days
It is hard to find people who are down to earth
I also find people judgemental about personal interests and things
Even though it is none of their business.
Poem, Poem, Poem
I want a stunner
Who is a gunner
Twinkle twinkle little star
Who makes me tea
In my sycamore tree
Row row row your boat
Glowing blue eyes
That would make me cry
Jack and Jill went up a hill
Head in the clouds
Walking through the crowds
Little Bo Peep lost her sheep
Humpty Dumpty fell of a wall
So hey diddle diddle
Wheres my fiddle ????