Leaving your stomach, heart and logic on the runway
In this metal bird that defies gravity
Slowly tipping in order to turn
And then settling into an unchanging rhythm
As the buildings are below are smothered by a blanket of cloud
And we emerge as if from an ocean
Into a silent world above the clouds
The fear of crashing is gradually replaced by elation
At the impossible becoming possible.
She is locked doors and brick walls
Prone to tears and fast falls.
She is lonely and hopeless
Never knowing love or wholeness.
He is crossed arms and closed eyes
Sick stomach and butterflies.
He is anxious and frustrated
Never feeling wanted or uncomplicated.
And nobody will ever know.
We are all wide smiles and wicked lies
Each of us with our own disguise.
We are never one person, never the same
Always playing others games.
How Do You Know Your Worth?
How do you know your worth?
When you’re constantly treated like dirt
Would you like how I feel
If I wore my heart on my sleeve
Would you like to see the scars
Your words leave on my heart,
Both physically and emotionally,
These words you spew out of your mouth
So carelessly they hurt
But when confronted you’re only joking
But whilst you’re joking
There are kids in the back choking back
The sobs that threaten to rip
Don’t let them see the tears
Don’t give them more ammunition
For their trigger-happy tongues
For those words stung
Like the barb wire
On the fence we can’t quite get over.
Evil eyes, judgemental looks
Sick of school and heavy books
Lack of sleep, sniggering behind backs
Whispering comments, reality slaps
Wear correct uniform, correct formality
Everyone’s the same, no originality
When friends break your heart, there is no forgiving
Teens seem to think what’s the point in living.
We have to be part of something,
Or else we are nothing, worthless.
We have to be part of the team,
Change to fit in.
We have to wear the same brands,
Like the same bands.
We have to go with the flow,
But we can say no.
Being a Girl
Being a girl is really annoying
Everything we seem to do is disappointing
Talk like that, be like this
All we like to do is take the piss.
Girls like to bitch, lads like to judge
Sometimes it just gets too much
Whores, tramps and sluts is all we are
Just because we were seen in the back of a car
Our lives consist of days that never seem to end
And trying to find even one decent friend
Trust and loyalty is hard to find
There’s a lot of things we have to bear in mind
Being put under pressure by ignorant little boys
Who tend to use us like we’re their toys
Picking us up and putting us down
Wasn’t long before we realise you’re only a clown
Someone please tell me why I wanted to grow up?
Now I feel like my heads about to blow
Having to make decisions about stuff I don’t know
Personally I just want to go with the flow
We’re all messed up to tell you the truth
Everyone thinks were fine because were only in our youth
Some problems are big, others may be small
It’s a pity no one seems to care at all
Growing up in an estate
People think they know your destiny
Assume I’ll let drink and drugs
Eventually get the best of me
In debt to the dealers and fighting on the street
When people hear where I live
That’s what they think of me
But that’s not who I am
Nor is it who I will become
Not ashamed of where I come from
But the plan isn’t to stay.
I’m Just a Spider
I’m just a spider
But I’m treated like an outsider,
Everyone just screams when they see me
Do they know that can really damage one’s self esteem,
Sometimes I feel so alone,
Especially the times I’m just scooped up into a glass,
And thrown out the window,
What did I ever do,
I just want to break through
Why can’t I be prettier
Why can’t I be skinnier
Why can’t I be smarter
Why can’t I be successful
Why can’t I be good at sports
Why can’t I be popular
Why do teenagers care about this shit be who you are
Be happy with what you look like
Be yourself and you will go far
Be grateful for the features you are blessed with
Do this and you will always stand out like star
Life is a walk in a park they told me
If you just walk away they told me
I learnt that you can’t run away from your
Problems they will eventually catch up on you
You’ve just got to turn around and face
Whatever’s coming your way?
In the end the only thing the bullies want to see
Is for you to fail and you have got to prove them wrong
And turn up your middle finger and kick them in the ass.
Behind the Keyboard
A hate comment or reaction,
Can give you that satisfaction,
That you’ve always wanted
Which has always left me haunted
So I change my profile
But is it even worthwhile?
Because I guess all the hate
Must just be my fate.
A Girl’s Life
Someone tell me why a girl’s life is so crazy?
When the boys that surround us are nothing but lazy.
Our appearances are judged like the cover of a book,
By pathetic little boys who give us one little look.
Sluts and whores are to name but a few,
Of the compliments our lads give to the girls they plan to do,
On the next big night out when these girls will spend hours,
Perfecting themselves to be used by these cowards.
That are too afraid to spill their emotions towards us,
Because they know that their friends will kick up a fuss,
Calling them gay, soft and even a girl,
Cause he picked up some manners and put down his hurl.
Short skirts mean that your slutty, long skirts mean you’re a prude,
If these boys don’t learn respect soon they’ll definitely be screwed,
Because respect for women of all ages is a must,
They should be admired, cherished and not just used for your lust.
We strive to perfect ourselves everyday,
But for what reason? For someone to call ‘bae’?
It’s sad to admit it but it has to be said,
Boys will say anything to get girls into bed.
Through the empty hallways
With the clicks that mix
To the pops, goths even to the jocks
To the teachers that motivate and who give us fate
They believe which helps us achieve.
Aoife Kiely & Laura O’Connell
It’s not right to fight
We should all be happy
It’s not right to pick on
And make people feel crappy.
But for the happy ones
It’s not always so easy
Behind that big smile
They hide their feelings.
Being nice to everyone
Is hard work you know
When you don’t get what you want
By going with the flow
And it’s hard to play cool
When the lads walk your way
Start panicking inside
Thinking of what to say.
Because if you’re smiley and friendly
The girls say “Look at her flirt”
But if you don’t say a word
“She’s queer” the lads blurt.
In and out of school
It’s what we put up with everyday
The life of teenagers
We can’t change it no way.
But yet we stay happy
And wear that big smile
Because at the end of the day
You’re only a teenager for a while.
The Alpha Bet Me
What is this world coming to,
Are we meant to be here?
Here to make a change,
Or what, what is this life all about,
Or was it all just coincidence.
It’ll be fine they said but what’ll be better,
Starving kids, perishing families, poor conditions,
Were happy with what we have but just look around,
Are we actually happy with ourselves, we always want more and more…
But what is it with us that we are always greedy,
Our world this “developed world” as they say is not so developed,
If we were to realize how much damage we do
We cannot be given that name
Our actions become attractions somehow,
But not for many,
All they want is just a home, a small safe home.
That’s what you hear each and every day.
When the news and the media disses your faith
When young kids deny their Muslim
Because they will be called names.
When we spread and try to make peace
All we get is hate.
When they mock our clothes
Because we look like “f**king dopes.”
When millions die across the Middle East
They don’t mention our names.
Brussels? France? Egypt? Syria? Lybia?
Hijab is not weird, nuns wear it too.
You’re not Muslim, you never read the Quran?
So what’s “ Allahu alebar” and a bomb doing in every single vine?
When we stitch up for oussehees
They call us violent, you spit in my face
What do you expect me to say?
That it’s alright?
Kerim Moustafa Amer
I am a huge procrastinator,
If I could I’d finish this poem later.
I am extremely self-conscious
It’s probably fictitious.
I find it hard to talk to girls
It makes my stomach do whirls
Someday I want to be a dad
It’s probably a bit soon for a lad.
I like planning for my future
I hope it comes sooner.
I decided I didn’t believe in a religion
I was rejected because I didn’t wanna be Christian.
There’s a lot of pressure to do well in school,
And yet among friends it isn’t deemed cool.
Worth the Wait
I have always been a quiet person from the day I was born.
I’m not a person that needs people around them night and day
My friends are like me, they never felt they had to change.
Once Secondary School came they stayed the same.
Family is a blessing, good friends are a gift
The ones I love the most
May not always be with me in the moment,
But always in mind.
My life’s had its up’s and my life’s had its down’s
But she will always be with me
Right through it all.
There will come a day where I can put everything right
But until then I will keep on being me
So I can sleep at night.
My life is an accident waiting to happen
My life based on fights and ‘accidents’
I’m not a fighting person but I am made to fight
This is my poem to help me cope with it
While life is a daily struggle but I wouldn’t swap it for millions,
Without my family I couldn’t do it,
I pray for those who have no one there
God bless them
For those who have to run from their own country
My life is nothing compared to theirs
This is my life and many millions,
What is yours?
They Don’t Really Know
Happy, excited, positive, all words they use to describe the outside of who I am, but do they really
I say that nothing is wrong with me, but I know it’s a lie.
None of them understand and never will, and only I truly know who I really am.
Sad, depressed, negative, all words I use to describe the inside of who I am, and they really don’t know.
I don’t tell them how I really am, and they don’t suspect a thing
Only I understand and know one else, but there is that one person that I trust.
Hopeful, brave, and not alone. All words she uses to describe who I really am
She knows the true me, and looks behind my mask.
I trust her will all my heart, and helps me when I need help most.
Why Do We Have To Be Here?
Why do we have to be here?
In this place called school
Sometimes I just want to disappear
They say it’s important, they say you have to go,
But sometimes I just want to say no
It’s a place full of bullies, teachers’ fake friends
People who say they care but don’t
Teachers who say they want u to do your best
But give out when you can’t
People who pretend to be your friend
But aren’t there when u truly need them
They use you to get what they want
But then they treat you like scum
So I ask why do we have to be here
In this place like prison
Where you can only eat at set times
And you just learn lines and lines of nonsense
About things you don’t care about
And when you ask why you are told its important
For the future they say
Its all about the money the pay
So I wonder, what’s it all for
Can anyone tell me?
The world is unfair, that’s obvious,
We get beat up, knocked down.
We become scared to have an opinion,
Every thought contained never shared.
With every phrase comes the danger of repercussion.
No one stands up for anyone, ever,
We are a selfish race by nature.
In The Countryside
Livin’ on a farm my names MC Hogey
Yes aye, I’m the best MC inside the country
I’m gonna catch a ride in my bulls**t Bentley
Going for a drive while its sunny.
I’m not an MC, I like to play hurling
Don’t get it mixed up with curling
I’m not tryin’ to be funny at all
Wait till you see me with a hurley and ball.
One Night in Hawthorn
It was a summers evening in Hawthorn
Snapchat was hopping and the Gorman’s were bopping
Hawthorn was the place to be
Every young one in the country wanted to be there
Unfortunately there was only the room for the one
But everyone will eventually get the chance in their lifetime if they wait in the queue
Free WiFi included for all those who don’t want to be excluded.
WAVING MY HANDS A LOT!
PARTICULAR POINT OF VIEW ON THINGS.
JESUS DIED FOR OUR CYNTHI-US
U R DED.
I don’t want to go to school.
Pretending to be sick from and act the fool.
Kicking myself up everyday over a fright.
Everyday I’d go home and cry myself to sleep at night.
I pray to god everyday that the bully would just go away.
I hide in the shadows of the night hoping that the bully won’t bite.
Every morning lying in wait
The monster, the bully at the school gate.
We live in a society where:
We are expected to get good grades but also have time to socialize and be active.
Be confident with our bodies yet be judged if we are too fat, too skinny.
Getting good grades is more important than dealing with depression.
If someone is brave enough to talk about depression we are told to get over it.
Racism is still an issue in our society.
Homophobia is still an issue in our society.
Transphobia is still an issue in our society.
Teenagers are stereotyped by adults as always drinking and smoking.
Girls are shamed if they are “slutty” and if they are “innocent”.
Society is shitty and f**ked up.
Generations have changed.
Teenagers start to drink from a younger age now,
Sometimes because it’s a get away from what’s going on,
Sometimes for the experience,
Or perhaps to gain confidence and be able to have fun even though you have insecurities.
It seems like the adults in our lives never did anything like drink,
Why stop us from having that freedom of choice?
Let us learn from our own mistakes for crying out loud!
We need to be able to make our own mistakes.
If that means drinking so much that you can’t see straight
At the end of the day the only way you can find out how it feels, is to experience it
It might be quicker to stop someone from doing it again than an adult saying it looks bad
When us teenagers are told how bad something is,
We want to try it more than ever
What teenager doesn’t want to experience being drunk at least once underage?
Plus teenagers get more enjoyment out of doing what we’re not supposed to!
I’m not saying parents should be encouraging underage drinking,
But I don’t think teenagers should get in trouble for trying something,
If they don’t hurt themselves or someone else,
In my town there’s lots of drugs
Passed down from the highest thugs
All you hear about is weed and speed
Everyone seems to have such a strong need.
From teenagers to adults
Girls to boys
All the different drugs used like toys
From heroine to madness
Yokes to cocaine
It’s all “great craic” until they fuck up their brains.
Choose my prey and prepare to attack
Backed into a corner, because they came with a pack
Like the pack that I took for the hell of the time
Why the hell is it so hard to rhyme
The feelings that are boiling up, ready to shout out
The hurtful things i say coming out of my mouth
With the fury of a mountain that’s about to explode
Tell the people that i care about to hit the road
Cause I’m not somebody you can walk on
I don’t know how this cept through song
Forever watching waiting, when is it my time
To forget these fucking stupid things and shine
To be the man that i know i can be
I don’t know if it’s me or is it destiny
Why am i stuck feeling like a can barely move
Time to stop, time to go, time to choose
Time to live, time to work, time to die
Time to win, time to lose, my time to try
Time to fit in one more line
So lemme run that by you one more time.
Sports and Shit
It’s funny the way sports gone these days
Where the kids are split two different ways
Everyone likes the fit young talent
But forget about the people that just don’t have it
Everyone likes to be the best
To walk around with the big chest
Other kids struggle to make the cut
Not because they don’t try or suck
Some kids just don’t have the touch
But might excel in a hobby they can clutch
Then the lads who play county minor live the life
Get all the women and are very popular
All I’m tryin to say is this
Everyone is equal at there own shit.