1 in 52
No same way of seeing the same thing
But when you say something
They put you down
But they can’t see that they’re the clowns
They don’t wear a crown
They’re the same
They’re just causing pain
Finding someone plain who’s not tainted
Or finding some who’s nicely painted
Finding someone nice, like you
Is like pulling a card 1 in 52
When I was young
I was told to be old
Never to question, never to be bold.
Do this, do that, be useful.
But when I get told I grow full of hate.
Because when I’m young and bold
I want to be active and great.
I love being me when I’m not filled with hate.
When I’m in the middle of a conversation,
And someone comes by,
And takes away their attention,
When I can make them laugh,
And someone comes by,
And makes them laugh harder,
It really hurts.
When I really enjoy talking,
And someone comes by,
And they’d rather be with them.
It kills me.
Getting with a woman, tell her to stop
That’s because I heard an unreal beat drop
Make my way through the crowd to the dance floor
With a chance that once again I will score
People are dancing, the ground is shaking
The young ones act drunk, I think they’re faking
People around me they start to shout
All of a sudden, I’m knocked the **** out.
Religion is for fools
It’s all a spoof too
Make people believe
That there is a being
Looking over you, but he hasn’t
Been seen. He was said to
Have made the Universe
But science broke them down
And this is a verse on how
Stupid people in these towns
Can be believing in God
But it’s only a facade.
Hot pan, dropped loin sizzles
Bad meat, artificial,
It makes you sniffle.
Sweet drinks fizzle.
Outside, a light drizzle
4th of July, let off missiles.
Out of control missile
Man, left cripple.
Death is hard,
Hard for those who lost someone.
It is one of the hardest things.
That sound, as the grim reaper sings,
Through the final breath,
When they are met,
With the black abyss of
Nothingness that awaits.
That is all our faith.
My Uncle is a great guy, every time I go to
England, we have the best of crack, but not
Everything went his way. About 2 years
Ago he split from his girlfriend and he
Went to court to get his son to live
With him, but he lost, so every night
He would stand outside her house asking
To let himself back into her life but
She had enough. So he went and struggled and spent his money on drink
And cigs. It got worse and worse to a point where he attempted to
Commit suicide. He went to the hospital
After my cousin found him in my mom’s bathroom.
He was fine after a night in hospital but
When the news broke to me it was
Like losing a big brother as I am the
Only boy in my family except my dad.
So my point is don’t let love get in the way of your life….
My Every Day
From the viaduct, to the black school gates,
The smoke is blowing into my face.
I give in whilst saying fuck this shit so I have a toke of a flashy green smoke,
Tryna’ get stoned to fit in, not to get hit or end up in the bottom of a bin.
“Your childhood is the best years of your life” they all proclaimed, whilst all-knowing and all seeing things will just never be the same.
I’ve never saw a unicorn from my eyes that were not red, to my ship like bed that made me sick… sea sick. I’m done with it all.
Life isn’t long,
So do what you want,
No matter the font.
I’m writing a slam,
I don’t give a damn,
There is no meaning of life,
So take it in your stride.
Don’t take life too serious,
You’ll never make a value.
I go to school every day nervous and frightened.
Because there’s guys in this school that takes the piss out of everything you do.
If I get a trim I get asked where did I get it, then a reply says don’t go there again.
My first day of primary school I came to school shitting it.
I tried to make up a problem in the morning or try being sick so I wouldn’t have to go in and get abused.
The worse thing to hear from the past years is that I have nicknames, rumours everything just for the way I look.
If this happens to you, you need to talk don’t keep it to yourself like I did because it will never get better for you.
Of the hours in days I hold fast,
To the lines plugged in the walls
Where something is not the same
It’s kinda a vaped dream,
A room full of fog
And my head in the clouds,
Not murky enough,
It’s all just a fantasy
Or is this still a dream,
Vaped clean of reality
Connor O’ Byrne
Life Isn’t Long
Life isn’t long,
Everyone has got their problems.
Could be with family splits, family losses.
It may be a bully at school or work or someone outside the family.
They may have thoughts of ending their life,
maybe cause their wallet is losing more than bringing in.
So take it easy on someone you may not know,
as you’ll never know what’s going on in the inside.
I Play Lots of Sports
I play lots of sports,
And I love Westport,
When I go home,
I go on my phone,
Then I go to sleep.
As a child in America
You looked towards the sky.
Clear and blue you found
Your home where many friends would die.
You cleared the way to start
The end of the carriage down below.
Through the thin air above the earth you fought with sweet “old crow”.
North Loudous where I’m from,
Grew up with an under pressured mum,
I know no more than love,
Although my father lost our home.
Maybe for love?
I heard of the struggles of my life
Though my mum, but never knew it through my life,
Sobs and sorrows were given to me,
I nodded and said thanks, like any confused boy would.
I never felt the struggle wrapped in.
On armoured blanket of thought and care,
Cause all I knew was love.
I used to sit up in my room and ponder
Finish school and go to the doctors
Who knew who’d have it figured out
All the bullshit, we need it sorted out
The wars, they are a disgrace
The attacks you’ll wish they were a mistake.
So much for preaching for peace
Mate, all you do is breach the peace.
No one listens
But you gotta speak out
Get through the struggle
Not everything in life will go south
Get through the pain
Weather the storm
Don’t be a retard
Don’t ****** self-harm
Doin’ what ya shouldn’t
Drinkin’ and smokin’
But no-one gives two *****
Don’t give up on yourself
There’s always hope
Don’t be stupid
Don’t use that ****** rope.
Remember the time there’d be a disco every week?
Yeah, me neither
I seem to keep thinking I’m a geek
Banished to the dark like a freak,
Antisocial behaviour is on the rise,
Underage drinking is our demise,
I’m just hiding under this disguise
Looked down upon by soulless eyes
If only there were somewhere for the youth could go,
Somewhere where they could say “Hello”
To party in safety, rain, sleet or snow,
Open another Youth Disco.
See the Light
When you’re down in the dumps
Feeling alone, and you see nowhere to go,
Don’t be afraid to be heard out loud,
Don’t keep it to yourself, remember
There is no shame in asking for help,
Depression is no joke,
It is something that you cannot face alone,
So get help and you will
Reach the end of the tunnel you’re stuck in
You will see the light and you will know
You are not alone.
I failed history in the JC, I couldn’t give a shite,
We’re all just waiting for the next Friday night.
Down a naggin forget about school,
If ya can’t pass a test you’re considered a tool
I’ve learned more about life than I have behind those school doors
Drugs, alcohol, fags and dirty whores.
The system is screwed and so is our generation
It’s a one-way road to the dole station
Westport is the best place to live,
Unless you’re a kid.
Nothing to do but turn to the tins.
Frowned upon by parents, egged on by your peers,
Knowing when you wake,
You’ll have a pain in the thing cemented between your ears
Sympathy is hard to come by, unlike the drink,
It helps you make new friends,
Just like the sink.
In all seriousness, this is a problem faced by youth,
Drink or don’t
Either way you’re screwed.
Now, you can interpret that however you like,
But we do know one thing,
This poem in very deep.
Our lives are dead
I’m sick of the academic bullshit we are fed
The smell of piss
The hallways of depression
School drags on
While I’m waiting for the Friday session
School has not prepared us to survive in life,
Some cannot cope so they turn to the knife
There are many options when people cannot cope,
Society is screwed no wonder people use a rope.
In the back of the classroom,
Thinking he the man
But the destination for him,
Is in a garda van
All of them in their little clicks
In reality, they’re just low low’s
People come and people go.
There’s this boy that’s sat alone,
Closing his eyes listening to music on his phone.
Teachers ask him is he’s okay,
He nods his head and says,
‘Yeah, I’m great’.
I see this boy like he’s no other,
Until I found out he lost his own mother.
As I sit I wonder.
Wonder what might have been
If things would have perhaps been different
Of what I would have seen.
In April 2010 my life changed.
Not necessarily for the better,
Not necessarily for the worse,
But it changed
And it’s never been the same since.
I miss her.
The first few moments with a girl are the hardest,
You are the farthest from her at this moment.
You wonder what she’s like,
If you’ll click, you’re gonna fight.
To make her laugh, crack a smile
It may take a while but if you can
You feel great, maybe it was fake
Or maybe it’s because you had the balls
To go to speak, despite it being.
Awkward it felt right, now you’re a thing
All cus you took on a fight
To create conversation that intern created a fling.
Around the Corner
Everyday coming home from school
Thinking who’s behind me
What’s he doing
He’s speeding up looking at me
What’s he going to do to me I’m sweating
Ready to run this stuff ain’t fun
He passes me and walks on through
Another day I survived for those 10 minutes
A day I feel like a prisoner inside
While in school plotting my next
Move on how to survive
Back alley strum
An absolute pain in my proverbial bum
Change being thrown but where is it going
You’re like 12 and a half mate living in a nice estate
Pink ukulele in hand, are you even in a proper band?
21 pilots and vance joy, how original? Nah mate plain and typical
The sky is black, the storm is out
Clouds of thunder, the rain will soon appear
The wind is picked up with the waves there is thunder
Me and the boat, not sure if we can handle.
The tide has turned bringing a small (illegible) entering the bay
Handling it well
The power of the waves and wind hitting the sail
Can’t fight the tiller, gonna go over
Weight on the side, it isn’t enough
Were gonna go over, it’s ok I can swim
Bring us back up
Hanging off the daggerbound, using all my strength
Try to bring us up, wait for the wind
We go over again
Stuck to the water can’t get it up
Tried again and again, no energy left
Still in water, can’t get to shore
Need help, but with the wind they can’t hear me.
The rescue boat is near, engine roaring
They warm me with a blanket
On the shore I can speak again
Happy I’m here to tell the tale again