The shadow hid in the corner,
flames prowled the hall.
They passed by, loud and colourful as always.
They glided by in groups,
The loudest surrounded by devoted followers,
They paid no heed to the shadow.
She clutched the wall like a life vest,
Panic building in her chest
Then the flames disappeared and she began to breathe again
The wave of emotion rose up,
The weight in her chest twisted
She could feel the whispers in the back of her head, churning.
She’d learned to fear the two-faced flames,
With their false kindness and half-hidden comments.
She’d learned to hide,
Rather than be picked apart for her differences.
Once she’d been a flame as well,
But the whispers had pulled her apart until she was but a ghost.
And it was the nature of shadows to fear the flame.
An audience, a conductor, a band ready to play
Bows poised, fingers ready, a song barely kept at bay
Synchronised movements, ready and sure
Before the blind jump into the abyss
Believing it’s promise of pure
In front of the rows of percussion
Beside the instruments of air
Caught in a wind storm,
She sits calmly on her charcoal chair.
Her fingers gliding smoothly along the summit of
Leaving behind a trail of crotchets and minims, a
Pathway that sings.
The bow casting long ellipses, fleeting in their wake,
Before the hairs return to string,
Beckoning the outbreak
Of the guttural low tones blending seamlessly into high,
The flight of the crotchet from the bottom line to the
Turning to her neighbour, violin an extra limb
She smiles at the cellist, who’s obeying her every whim
The cello, the foundation, the blueprints of the
Reliable and constant, the violin’s remedy.
The perfect pair, steady and wild
Together, music is perfectly reconciled.
Violin plays from the clouds
The cellist playing steady and loud.
Her arm now dancing frantically,
Controlling the insane bow,
As it too dances along the strings,
Over and over, to and fro…
Eventually, the song begins to tire,
Her arm becoming more human, less wire
The notes are not so quick, and
It’s the calm after the storm,
Her nimble fingers now meandering,
Beginning to transform,
From the fiery blizzard back to their icy stance.
As the melody comes to a close, I too break from my trance
But even now, I see the violinist’s fingers performing
Their ghostly dance.
There are so many ghosts in the walls
Silently lurking everywhere
Going unnoticed and unseen
They could tell millions of stories
of the people that have been.
Their history goes back
Before our time
Before all the wars
Before all the crimes.
They have witnessed heartbreak
They have seen death
They have witnessed the moment
When someone draws their last breath
They go by no time
They go by no name
They are just there
Observing our ways
Before we are born
After we are dead
These ghosts have no beginning
These ghosts have no end…
You sit behind your screen typing your revolting words as if you’ll get away with it.
You hide in our classroom as if you have never done anything wrong.
Click, click, click you type another nasty word and re-post another picture of me anonymously.
How could a human be so disgusting?
Stop judging others there is enough hate in this world already.
A new year comes and you pretend it never happened.
I see you.
I will never forget.
Caoimhe Milner & Clodagh Healy
Looks are everything in our world,
Judgement isn’t just from peers,
It’s everyday by everyone,
It’s never ending.
Looks are becoming more important than the being inside,
The human inside
Society almost forgets that there is a person with real feelings,
Problems and interests behind the appearance.
Which really is just a shadow of their being.
We are the strays.
Fix up that graze.
Appreciate the praise.
Ignore the judgmental ones who just seem to gaze.
Find your path in the many ways.
Pick yourself up on those dog days.
Ignore all the work on those boring old Mondays.
And don’t forget that today is your day.
Holidays are always fun.
Or, at least they’re supposed to be.
For you it was a different story.
With your minion togs and swimming cap
And your older brother at your side,
You were all set for a bitta craic
But plans change.
Clearly, there was a misunderstanding.
It shouldn’t have been you.
But no matter how many times I say that,
It doesn’t reverse the situation.
Your friends have started school now.
I suppose they had to move on.
But not everyone is finding it that easy
To carry on with their day-to-day.
Every so often comes another reminder
Of your bright smile
And mischievous ways.
Over a year has gone by
Since disaster struck
And it’s just as hard as day one
Realising that you won’t grow old.
Three short years was all you were given.
Your story was barely told.
The Human Mind
A library of memories,
which drives you into reveries,
and within these moments, fleeting
but yet so wide and vast
you see forests, mountains , rivers, trees,
all hidden within the past
along with the passed on cast
hidden with the bronze rusted brown with time,
you’ll find a glimpse of gold, a hope,
a mountain yet to climb
and all around the edges,
you’ll see the silver line ,
filled with the happiness of the past,
all happy to shine.
Roses are Red
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Sunflowers are Yellow
I Bet You Were Expecting Something Romantic But No
These are Just Gardening Facts.
A Girl’s Life
We hate the way we have to wear makeup.
We think we are ugly without it and we are
but we have to wear it or else our ugly spots
will appear and we will have ugly eyebrows.
We feel the need to look nice for school and
Make an effort when lads can just show up
Without making a single effort.
We hate it.
Ciara & Orla
Take every day as it comes
Live life to the full
It’s what you make it
So make it good
Inhale the good shit
Exhale the bullshit
If I could catch a rainbow
I would do it for you
And share with you its beauty
On the days you’re feeling blue
If I could build a mountain
You call your very own
A place to find serenity
A place to be alone
If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the sea
But all these things im finding
Are impossible for me
I cannot build a mountain
Or catch a rainbow
But let me what I know best
A friend that’s always there.
The Game You Can Never Win
Too fat too thin you can never win
The pressure builds up and eats you from within
Girls and boys call you anything at all
Too real, too fake, too short, too tall
The money we spend, makeup, tan , hair
Just to please the boys who don’t even care
Our parents don’t get it, they just don’t understand
Everything you buy has to be a certain brand
Girls judge each other, we’re really just the same
We are all playing a part in society’s game.
Siofra Buckley & Mickela McGrath
Life is a shard of glass
the weight of the world
a dark cloud over you
killing you inside
That special bond has gone
a piece of you is missing
you learn to cope.
A little girl,
Pigtails in her hair,
Hope in her eyes,
She looks out the window
Of her two-bed semi-detached house.
The clock ticking,
The hope slowly dying
The day drags on without a car in sight.
“Is he here yet mommy?”
She begs with her eyes
But can tell, even at 7 that she has been let down.
Her hope is displaced by disappointment.
Hope clouded by tears as they fall
A Lesson in Life
Have you ever thought about life?
No one ever really seems to think about it.
We were all brought into this word for a reason.
We learn many things throughout life, important things and not so important.
Young people may not know the meaning of life.
Life may not be simple or fun,
Life can drag you through a lot of hard times,
Life can be tough, working each day, raising a family,
School, college and many more challenging things.
That is life and we can’t do anything about it.
When the days pass by and
You get older and older you may regret what
You didn’t do, so here is a tip,
Focus on the things you can do when your young.
Life is to short for regrets.
Students that are being bullied always say …… why?
Day by day it’s still always why …. ,
They asks their self,
What did I do for this to happened,
Not knowing why,
Not knowing what they even did,
Not knowing why it’s happening,
Not evening knowing when is it going to stop,
Things go through their minds,
How do I stop it or will it ever stop…..
Then things start getting worst then ever before,
Still not knowing what to do,
Parents not knowing, to scared to say,
Then things in school start to get physical,
Cut in bruises on your face,
People start to notice,
Parents start to notice, getting worried,
And the only thing they say ….
The Life of a Teen in 2016
Being a teen isn’t always easy
Sometimes school is very breezy
There’s ups and downs and sometimes frowns
Those f***boy lads
That don’t give a shit
And They all just think there it
There’s those girls that think there great
And most of them can even get a date
There so fake with the snapchat filters
But remind u of the ugly stepsisters
Being a teen is very tough
And I know that its rough
But at the end of the day remember its all fun stuff
Emma Cleary & Michaela Lillis
I thought you’d be my friend until the end
You said you’d walk the mile for me,
But instead you left me be
You said that we could conquer them all,
But instead you built a wall
You said that you would protect me
But instead you could not see,
How much you really did effect me
But in the end I just had to leave YOU be,
For you did not realise how much you really did hurt me.
Tipp have won the championship
Ireland’s people can go into the stand
Parishes cherish their win
People gather at the steeple
Everyone knows what they have done
Rivals Kilkenny will need a revival
All Ireland champions
Reminder of the years before
Yup because I play county minor.
Kian Donnelly & Eoin England
In the morning when I wake up
I think about putting on my makeup
What’s the point
I’ll only disappoint
They don’t even care
They’ll just stare
But its just another day at school
Tired of school
Tired of work
Tired of being treated like a jerk
Tired of doing the same thing everyday
will it be like this until I turn grey
When will it change
This shits getting kinda strange.
Boys like girls with nice hair and that wear tight dresses
And people wonder why girls got so many stresses
Girls like boys that fill them with lies
And tell them that there beautiful in their eyes
Weeks go by, the time seems to fly
She doesn’t realize that he’s ready to say goodbye
She’s falling in love and he got what he wanted,
Finally it’s over and the memories leave her haunted.
Ginger And Proud
mocked for being different
mocked for trying to fit in
tell yourself it doesn’t matter
tell yourself nobody really cares
try to fit in
try to seem normal
never quite get there
never quite fit in.
School is the finest
Even though half of us are fools
Sure I only come here for the pool
Some teachers are cool
Some are tools
Christ I’ll drown in drool
Cidona is my fuel.