Love
Love life is hard
Some days it’s good other days are bad
But no matter what never give up
Try to solve the problems
Always look out for each other
When life is tough always talk to your loved one
But no matter how hard it gets never go to sleep angry with each other ❤️
I.n.v.i.s.i.b.l.e
People hurt.
We hate, we lie, we cheat, we kill, we hurt
Everyday, every person feels,
People feel.
We feel pain, we feel love, we feel everything.
But feeling is invisible
The pain, the hurt, the love…
Invisible.
A person we pass on the street, a person you see everyday walking in the corridors, the person lying next to you each night
They feel.
They hurt.
No person can see what is going on inside of you
Replaying over and over in your head, tearing up your heart, killing your soul,
Torturing you.
And you can’t see inside them
All we see is the mask.
And its all the same really
Love, hate, pain…
It’s all the one
We all have our own stories,
Some haunt us, some are the reason we get up each morning,
Some are what make us who we are
Some are shared, some are hidden
Invisible
In Uniform
In uniform I strode to the stop for the bus,
stopped to tie my shoe, worth a whistle of course.
A drive by yell as I rounded the corner, surely my fault for wearing a skirt.
Heard a honk as I made to sit down under shelter, apologies for turning to put down my bag first.
Watched by the driver pulling into the stop, as I got on alone and hoped that I might get home.
Home
When I remember my home
All the feelings come
It’s like running from who you are
But never be who you want.
Be young is be a dreamer
But sometimes we forget
How this won’t can be easier
When all we need is a place you can get.
See you weep
They can love and then can play.
Expect a smile the next day.
As you cry in your bed,
Let your thoughts wreck your head,
They’ll be out with someone new
Who haunts everything you do
But do not let them see you weep
As this makes you small and weak.
Tate
Boys in Germany are weird.
there all kind of different tiers
The way they talk and act is inappropriate.
sometimes they just act like Andrew Tate.
Fabulous woman
She wears her crown of courage, power and fire.
She shines everywhere she goes.
She is confident and fearless.
Fabulous woman, she shines because she chose who she wants to become.
True Love
I think true love don’t exist now at days ,
yes maybe it’s a few of them but you just think they are perfect because they don’t really show their relationship how it really is.
A relationship is love your partner even if he have problems, sick, or is not in there best moments
But people now just want the picture and to say that they have a partner, but what’s the real use for you if you don’t really love him/her when they can not take a picture?
A beautiful place
As she puts her pencil on the page,
her thoughts spiral throughout her brain.
She glides the pencil drawing a rose,
not knowing where this picture will go.
She proceeds to imagine a wonderful land,
roses placed beside the sea and sand.
Slow and steady will win the race
The drawing turns into a beautiful place.
Not said
I don’t know what to write in here,
because there’s so much to say, i fear.
bad things happen all the time,
but no one cares as long as it’s not a crime.
I think people keep their story for themselves,
put them away and close the shelves.
which is bad, we all know that,
but some things are better if not said.
some people never see what they did wrong,
they just don’t care and go along.
Hate
I hate that I’m overlooked
That no one takes me seriously
because I’m young
and a girl.
I hate that my cousins
are rude and disrespectful at a young age
That their friends and them are worse
Than most men I’ve ever met
I hate that they aren’t even 10.
I hate that I hear of all the stories
I hate that I get a fright
That it makes me fear being out late at night.
Human Rights
Over the last year I have watched human rights be stripped from men, women and children like they are nothing. It makes me so angry to watch people who were once free and happy now hide from their own government and not be recognised on passports or any legal documents, I have watched women lose access to healthcare.
What can I do?
I speak up, I talk about it whenever I can but it makes no difference. When I go for runs I think of Aishling Murphy, when I hear America all I can think about is the terror faced by immigrants everyday, when I watch Alex Consani all I can think about is how she is not recognised in her own country.
It makes me so mad that people move on, forget and follow blindly. They don’t speak up. They all talk in small groups about it but when faced with a crowd its silence but,
What can I do?
Untitled
From being a girl especially a teenage girl everything was against you from your gender, your own body and even your own emotions and feelings.
You can’t just have everything if your skin has too many spots or your body is an early bloomer. You are in the male eye just for being who you are. I was 12 in my town one day after being with my friends. I was sitting on a bench waiting for my mom to collect me. I wasn’t on my phone as I was aware of what was going on around me. When I was 12 I shouldn’t feel like I was in danger for sitting on a bench. A male approached me dressed fully in black with a bike stood opposite me and stared at me and then walked away nothing happened in that moment but I felt belittled and terrified in the moment my thoughts in my head changed from what time my mom was going to be here to if i was going to be hurt or worse my mind changed from a child to a grown woman.
I don’t think men understand how vulnerable and unsafe we feel around them and I don’t think our stories are heated enough and validated no matter how big or small they are or how judged they make us feel and how insecure we are in our own bodies at any age.
From the school to the shops,
you are watched,
how small and belittled we feel
makes men laugh and joke
to our feelings being nothing
and our experiences going unheard
all we want is to be seen as equal
and that’s where the world fails us each month day and year
Running like a girl
On a January night,
As if for your life,
I was only thirteen
And it still haunts my dreams
Running like a girl.
Ran past the river being followed
the water was flowing dark and shallow
A man or bear
people around didn’t care
Running like a girl.
Sprinted into the pub straight to the bathroom,
stayed there for hours awaiting my doom,
sat there shaking trembling in its fear,
everyone outside drinking spirits and beer,
Running like a girl.
Walking home acting fine,
Being scared to cry or whine,
Telling my father being told to not to tell,
because I’m only 13
running like a girl.
Don’t worry
Don’t overthink. Don’t worry. It will all work out eventually. All these small things you worry about always turn out not to be worth the hassle of worrying. So why make yourself unhappy and worry about insignificant things when you can live life not caring what other people think. Most of what we worry about is what other people think of you, your image, how they perceive you all while you are making yourself unhappy just to make other people happy. But why, why make yourself unhappy at the expense of making other people happy, who to be honest, probably couldn’t care less what kind of shoes you wear or how you wear your hair. The moral of the story for me personally is, don’t worry, you only live once, so why live it regretting all those decisions you should have made which would have made you happy.