For eight years I did ballet
Practicing until my nerves began to fray
With a leotard that leaves nothing to the imagination
Forcing everyone into starvation
Every year waiting for the show
Waiting for that spot light glow
Then we were told the class wasn’t making a profit
The class was cancelled, the final nail in the coffin
For eight years I did ballet
And miss it every day.
For as long as I can remember, I was Daddy’s girl,
He was my hero,
My entire world,
I always thought we would have each other,
And then he went and cheated on my mother.
After that everything changed,
New house, new school, new friends,
At first it was great, I was happy every day,
But then came the guilt and the shame,
I started to blame myself for losing my dad,
We were best friends,
He was probably sad,
In that big house without us,
And then I got mad.
I didn’t feel I could talk,
No one would understand,
So I took a blade to my arm,
And started to drag.
It went on for months,
One by one my friends left me,
For different reasons,
But I refused to see,
It was my fault,
Just like my dad,
And then I became sad instead of mad.
In tear’s I broke down in my mother’s arms,
She listened and just let me talk,
When I finished it felt like I was lighter,
And then I was sent to a guidance counsellor.
For a year I talked about my anger and guilt,
And my broken friendships were rebuilt,
I smiled more,
And I loved my new life,
And excepted that anger and guilt,
Only causes strife.
She wears a mask.
One that shows a funny pretty popular girl.
One who is nice to everyone with the big pretty eyes and the big pretty smile.
Everyone loves her. Everyone respects her.
Wherever she goes she is treated like royalty.
But she was humble and sound.
She is loved at home by everyone.
Her mother, her father, her brother, her sister.
Though what they don’t know is that every morning, the minute she wakes up she grabs her mask and plasters it firmly on her face.
Then the process starts again.
But they don’t know.
No one knows what’s behind that mask of beauty.
Because behind that mask of beauty, is a broken girl, who feels no joy in her life.
She is the girl who takes pills to ease the pain, who thinks a knife is the gateway to the better life.
But it’s not.
But she didn’t know that.
And soon they found that girl, lifeless.
Next to her bed where she lay was a note.
“I wore a mask; this is me, not the girl above the mask. I am the girl who can’t be happy, even if I seem like a can.
This is me. This broken f**kedup girl who no one knew about. And for that I’m sorry”
And she was.
She was sorry for wearing the mask. She regretted it.
Although if she didn’t then maybe, just maybe she would be here today.
What To Post
Not too little and not too much
Remember to snap a pic of your brunch
Two selfies in a row is totally wrong
But its okay, if you eye brow game is strong
If you’re feeling ill, getting sympathy comments is better than Advil
And if you thrift shop post a pic at Good Will
Social Media is only a disguise
And you only show what you want to your followers’ eyes.
Blue is like the sky, way up high
Yellow is like the sun, playing with a water gun.
Red is like a rose, watering with the hose
Green is like the grass, long may it last.
Brown is a trunk, in the ground it is sunk
Black is like a shadow deep below.
In this generation we are expected to look like the way Disney portray women
But what they don’t realise is that
In this generation we are more than “perfect princesses”
In this generation we come in all different shapes, sizes and forms of beautiful
In this generation we are beautiful
In this generation we are not princesses
We are our own
This Boat is Where I Belong
We train the same four days
For me you give no praise
And for me it’s still a daze.
Whether in the sweat box or not
I may not get the best watt
But to have a chance I cannot.
Age or gender shouldn’t be a concern
I’ve bled for the sport, felt the burn
I doesn’t take much to overturn
So no need to be so stern.
Yes I have a job,
But my dream you cannot rob
I will prove you wrong
This boat is where I belong.
Phones are one of the best inventions known to man
You open the packaging to thinking it’s all going to plan.
You download your apps you add all contacts
Trying to remember your passwords like finding artefacts.
The trouble comes when you hear that click
That notification that makes you thick.
A f**k boy comes knocking on your messenger door
Like an interior designer wanting to fix the decor.
He’s nice at first you see a spark
He then attacks you like a great white shark.
Those stupid dudes always asking for nudes
Get a life and start preparing for your future wife.
Growing up in the world today
We’re told to look a certain way
A colourful world, black or white
It’s ours to live so others just be quite.
A delicate flower waiting to bloom
But comes crashing down far too soon.
One look or stare is all it takes
So take a moment just to think
Life is short and passes fast, live
Laugh love, make it last.
Goodbye Blue Sky
Goodbye blue sky
Now tinged by devastation and the eruption of my cry
This is not reality
”No don’t come with me, stay here with your granny”
But all I want to do is run
Gone by the rope, the drugs or the gun?
He can’t have done this to himself
This can’t be true
His whole life to live through
How could this of gone undetected?
Did he feel neglected, rejected, disconnected?
I guess I’ll never know
Although I know I’ll miss you
And our long conversations in the afternoon sun
Smiling, laughing, until our work was done
Now I am numb
And I’ll never see you again
Goodbye blue sky
Here comes the rain.
Life is a pain
There’s nothing to gain
I’m sorry I wasn’t beside you
Cause I didn’t believe in you
Why do I lie
When you want to die
When will this be over
Cause I want to start over
Over from scratch
Nothing to catch
Goodbye my friend
This is the end
This poem is an inquiry
To all of those who can’t have a good time
Without a little Chardonnay.
I am one of the few
That prefers a little chocolate fondue
Yet I can’t join your party
Unless I drink liquor hearty.
But alas, I don’t wanna do that
I won’t become the bottle’s brat
I’ll let me be me and you be you
For my vice is my reality.
Yo boys listen up
A few of you need a check up
You never think, and drop us in a blink
Pushing us to slut it up, you never make your minds up
Your favourite line comes after nine,
“That’s a nice top it’d look better on the floor”
Did you really think that would score?
To be fair I don’t really care how many inches, in the end everyone just cringes
On the bus, you always get frisky but it’s way too risky
You always push it so next time you’re on my radar
Eventually I give it to you and we hit base two
When the next day comes, there’s not a word
Because you’re already hitting on another bird
Orla & Neasa
The Education System
The education system is disgraceful
Sitting in school all day listening to teachers and I ain’t even grateful
She’s telling me off and I’m gonna kick off
Yo miss I don’t mean to diss but your teaching ain’t bliss.
You think you’re a great preacher but at the end of the day your just a teacher.
Your not doing it for the students your doing it for the wages
So you can have a nice pension
You wont even have to mention
All the tension you caused.