The stone
I think in my life I lived on two sides
Getting lost in a narrative
Or speaking what I think
I had comments about second hand opinions
I think most was
But when I woke up, I think I found myself.
I moved on, I walked away from it.
Now I think I am a better person
I am not smooth as baby’s skin
I’m still rough around the edges
but I’m soft to touch.
each day I shave a bit off, soften myself up
but keep the rough edges
as it reminds me of what I was and how I have improved
as you need rough and soft edges to be a person.
To be strong
From when I wake
to when I rest under my bed sheets,
I feel the need and desire to be strong
and not to be weak.
I go to the gym to feel strong
but when I miss her, I feel weak.
holding that dumbbell like I use to hold her hand
I’m not myself I feel empty and bland.
This love wasn’t just a fling,
what I have for her isn’t a disposable thing.
I’m told to move on
but that’s simply not my thing
Art
I love art and the stories it can tell
either it’s drawing with pencil tips
or singing songs well
by using your lips
don’t listen to the people who are the most vulnerable
as they are the obstacles that make you less capable
they reflect their insecurities onto you
when really, they are the most like you
Dog den
passing by the school you see the kids that think they’re cool, when in the end, the school is just a dog pen, with dirty dogs and bitches all over the place marking their territory as if to say to others they should be worried, after countless of hours and countless of students who think they hold power, when in reality it’s all just a crowd that you don’t to be with since many are sour, another day passes and others may think everything okay but when you truly talk to others you see their struggles, struggles that make you feel you should give them a huddle, to make them feel safe, wanted and known, because not many say yes and many say no, why hate each other for no reason when we can all love each other for the same reason
School Day
The school day starts with the bell, with students scurrying to class, while others may lag behind. Inside, there are lessons, friendships, and the sounds of learning, from the whisper of secrets to the scratch of pens on paper. The final bell brings a mix of relief and sadness, as a new day of learning is about to begin.
Deal with it
To school I drive, my will to live not alive.
People are rude I hate the food.
The boys are mean but about them I will still dream.
Smile on my face but it is not the case.
Hallways are cold teachers say I am bold.
I try my best but it’s all a test.
It’s just my brain causing me this pain.
I’ll deal with it in my way, don’t care what you have to say.
Confidence
Confidence is something you create within yourself by believing who you are.
Cat
I can sit outside in a garden or relax out on a porch
the sun can beam down on my skin without any stress or worry
I can walk down the street all alone and I can also run
I can be as loud as I wish, and I can show my hair
I am a female cat in Afghanistan and I have more rights than my owner.
Salt & Sugar
salt and sugar look the same
Balbriggan
Every second ally drugs are being dealt
Every second road poor girls are being felt
By lads who think they’re the shit but are actually melts
And jeans at their ankles, they really need belts
Pricewise boss-man serves 6-year-olds vapes
Even in their superman costumes with their capes
I can’t get enough of beautiful balbriggan
except for the neeks who are just triggering
Neurodivergent
I saw my reflection in the mirror, the tears on my cheeks linger with the promise of success. “Put your head down” They say, “You’re smart, just lazy.” I put my head down, but in the end all I can do is clutch it as my mind races, a storm brewing inside. There’s so much to take in, I can’t comprehend it. I can’t even drag myself into the school building, my mind and body betray me.
Fortnite
In Fortnite, we die and fight to the bitter end,
Building our forts with every new friend.
a battle royale we fight to be the one,
chasing the thrill, the rush, the spin.
But in life there’s another type,
A quick escape that tricks the mind.
Drugs give a high, but they take,
And leave you lost wish nothing to say.
In the game, you respawn at any time
But in life, the battle goes on.
It’s not just the kills and the loot,
Sometimes the hardest battle’s being honest.
Man
They act so macho and convince themselves they’re natural it’s sickening to see what I’m expected to be. I’d go to a more intelligent gender if I wasn’t so ashamed to be a man in a generation of rapists and neeks I guess I’ll just continue on till I reach an age in which I get to finally experience my intelligence range
Rise & Fall
If the day is dark and I fall, I will rise with even greater strength
PAIN
feel pain
accept pain
know pain
those who do not know pain
will never know true peace
a poem to share
A poem to share a thought to send
Inspireland’s here time to start
Write three poems from your heart
It’s you don’t hide it
Make it yours let it shine
The Night
The night embraces me, a blanket of fear
in the street, the echo of my footsteps.
I seek the light, a refuge in the silence,
but the shadow follows me, a sombre echo
Walk
As I walk at night,
shivers run down my spine
as I wonder what might.
Music blaring in my ears,
heart pounding in my chest,
I look around me
hoping to make it home tonight.