Male Validation
Why is it that we care?
What boys think we should wear
As if, we exist for their gaze
It will never cease to amaze
Why is it that we shy away?
And let our self-esteem decay,
Who are they to say what we are
It just seems so bizarre
And yet, we are all guilty
And maybe we always will be,
To falling into the trap,
And it having such an impact.
A Quest
For most of my life, I’ve been on a quest
To discover just who I might be,
Earnestly searching, day after day,
So desperate to recognize me.
I’ve felt moments of utter fulfilment
And moments I couldn’t go on,
But I knew for the sake of my heart and my soul,
To succeed, I would have to be strong.
But the people around me seemed so lost themselves
That I feared I might be on my own.
But then there’d be someone who would reach out and help
And remind me I wasn’t alone.
I’ve wanted so much to be happy,
To know what it was to feel peace,
And I thought if I finally felt sure of myself,
Then the pain and the struggles would cease.
But I’ve learned that this journey is endless;
The discoveries are fresh every day,
And no matter how much I might know of myself,
They’ll be times I will still lose my way.
And as I’ve grown older, I truly believe
I may never know all I can be.
But the answers are not waiting out in the world
But have always laid right inside me.
We’re all on this quest to discover ourselves,
Together but through our own ways,
Overcoming whatever might get in our paths,
So we can feel better someday.
Light on the Horizon
Reading this, writing that, checking this, watching that
Is this life, watching and waiting for the world to recover.
Can’t do this, Can’t do that, hearing “this will soon be over”
It won’t so why delude ourselves?
World on hold, everything stopped.
Not going anywhere or doing anything.
Not doing the things that make us us.
Yet still hearing “this will soon be over”
It won’t so why delude ourselves?
Using Zoom, not seeing friends
Hearing governments doing blunder after blunder
If even this can’t bring people together
What chance will we have.
But more and more we say to ourselves “Soon this will be over”
But if we continue as we are
It won’t be over
It will never be over
No light on the horizon
Unless,
We work together for the common good,
Than and only then
Will there be light on the horizon.
I’m Scared of my Dreams
I am scared of not seeing the horizon
I am scared of life not being all it’s cracked up to be
I’m scared of not seeing everything this world has to offer
Of not fulfilling my wildest dreams
I’m scared of not being remembered for doing something great
I’m scared of at the end if this all thinking am I inadequate
Because surely the biggest mistake in this life you can make is
Thinking I wish I hadn’t feared my dream
Maybe then I would’ve seen all the horizons in my dreams
Dwell
Why do I dwell on something
I mightn’t be able to change
Look to the future
Do the best you can
Dream big
Don’t think about the past
The now won’t last
The future comes fast
Flaming Horizons
A flame on the horizon burning bright
It bathes my porcelain skin in morning light
I bid the flaming star good morning
My chest is soaring
Invincible in this moment as the sun kisses my skin
On my face, an unstoppable grin
Yellow hues reflected in the clouds
A spotlight on a brilliant crowd
Free
As I walked down this empty street,
I noticed the cold hard ground beneath my feet
I watched as this empty world once full of life, love and happiness
I was hurled into this apocalypse as i looked into this quiet abyss
I wonder why me
Was I suppose to be free
Love
Love is dangerous,
But was it love?
The pain was there, but the feeling was faint.
Was it just another childhood crush?
As I look into the horizon, I see the whole picture,
It was just a memory.
I I’ll always remember the awkward hugs, little fights,
The sleepless nights,
Where I would stay up and think about him.
But one thing I know for sure is that he isn’t the one for me.
Your Future
Your future is on the horizon.
It’s ready waiting for you and you’re waiting for it.
But you shouldn’t be waiting.
Take the leap into the thunderstorm of life and make it out to the other side successful,
Staring into the beautiful sunset on the horizon.
You are the obstacle.
You must overcome yourself and your doubts.
And make it through to where you want to be.
In the fading distance you can see your future waiting for you.
Make it your present.
I Can’t Write Poems
I can’t write poems but I can write stories
Essays, opinion pieces, tales of the glories
Of times gone by, and times yet to come
The wails of sirens, the warmth of a smoking gun
Can write about injustice, can write about fear
Can write about pride, joy, comfort, love, lighthearted cheer
But as soon as you tell me to put it into poetry
I freeze.
See, the way my mind works, it’s quite hard to understand
From the thoughts in my brain to the actions of my hands
I can write for pages, pages about anything you ask
But if you ask for poetry, it’s an impossible task
After every line, I find myself lost in a sea of doubt
“Rhyming “ask” with “task”, that’s so cliche”, I can’t even
Rhyme at all, I can’t make it sound good
But without it, there isn’t a poem that I would
Give any notice to, it has to rhyme for me
To give it any attention, to allow me to see
Into the poet’s mind, it has to have rhythm
My passion for music overrides my [something] with them
I’ll put a word there later, when something comes to mind
See, as you read this, I think that you will find
That I don’t know which part is more important
Rhyme, rhythm, message or poetic
Technique, there goes the rhyme again, it’s gone
I had it for a while, but now my mind has drifted on
To other things, “What’s for lunch, what am I going to do today?
Is the poem good enough, is it ready to send away
In its current state, or does it need more? Is it complete yet?
Will it score well with the poetry fans?”
I guess I’ll just let time take it into its hands
It’s time for me to move on, to go and make some plans
Think up something to do with my time
Because I have to do more with my day than sit here
And spend it making up rhymes, wordplay,
couplets, stanzas, metaphors
Trying to unlock the doors my poetic potential’s trapped behind
Trying to find a way to keep this poem going
When really, I should just leave it be
After all, I can’t write poems
Around the Globe
In the fading distance the water ripples low
The ships sail calmly seemingly nowhere to go
Life moves freely behind the stone sea wall
But across the horizon is it great at all?
Across the great big ocean, some people do not know
What life is like, no worries in the great big western world
We share the body of water but not the same lifestyle
We choose to ignore the harm that is caused to the people around the globe
Why Am I Not?
I stare at the ceiling above my bed,
As I fight with the thoughts inside my head,
Why? I ask myself,
Why don’t I look like her, why can’t I be her,
It’s not fair, I think, what have I done,
To not deserve the privilege that she gets.
Why? I ask myself,
Why can’t I be popular, talk to boys,
Have nice clothes?
Just, why am I not?
Not Enough.
Out of the Darkness
I’ve read
Hundreds of novels in my life,
Most of them claiming that love
Was the centre of the universe.
That it could heal any damage
Inside of us,
That it was what we need
To survive.
From Darcy to Heathcliff,
I thought they were fools.
That love
Was something fictional,
Only found in worn pages
Of a book.
But that has all changed since
I met my William Shakespeare.
I never thought
I would find myself
Completely and utterly
Consumed by another until him.
He took my hand
And led me out of the darkness
And showed me that whatever
Our souls are made of…
His and mine are the same.
I’m sorry.
Please forgive me.
You once asked who I
Loved most in this world.
It’s you
My Supposed to be Bright Future
When I stop and think about my future,
It’s something I dread to see.
My mom said I have to go to college and fit in with society.
Once in a while I sit online and look at the courses,
But none of them are really me.
So I think to myself what is my bright future supposed to be?
Thats Life
As I look outside, I glumly note,
The rain that fell left out its coat.
An instant thought comes to mind,
I’d love to explore the city night.
“I’ll be back soon!” I tell my mam,
All she does is shakes her head and laughs.
“You aren’t going anywhere, it’s not safe”,
She says as I look upon her weary face.
My Dog
My poem is about my dog
He jumped around the fields like a frog
He was a road man
His best friend was dan
We loved him but he passed
Now he is just in our past
Still running in the fields
After time our hearts healed
Deep in the Shadows
I was always told the world is my oyster
What if I’m living in someone else’s oyster
Deep in the shadows
No purpose
Watch everyone else around you succeed,
You sit in the back like a nobody
Hoping you time will come,
But it never does
The World as I See It
My mind can see
The world in front of me
A looming valley
Only half been explored
It’s where the dark and light meet
As you scramble to your feet
You may fight and scream and sing
But the terror it may bring
Lingers over you like a shadow
But then you see the meadow
I must venture towards the end
To see what my future held
Bravery
Bravery isn’t being able to fight
Nor is it being able to being able to act tuff and strong
Bravery is being true to who you are
No matter how it may seem hard
It’s coming out to your to people you trust
It’s standing up to the bully’s at school
And it is being able to ask for help if needed
Alone
I’ve grown up with everything around me.
Family, house, holidays and most things I’ve wanted,
Then in 2016 i grew to see clearly.
My mother decided we were no loner good enough and went for somebody else,
Everyday is a heartache and desperate reach for that figure.
I’ve so desperately tried to keep sane within myself that everything is affected by it,
School, friendships and my social life.
Last summer was the first time in 4 years i went out to my friends, almost every week,
I’ve tried to become the best image of myself
But there is still that piece missing that I will never get back
That missing piece as it no longer has meaning.
Across the Horizon
I still see them,
They stay with me no matter what,
When times get tough,
Although they aren’t here I know they are with me,
I’ll always remember you,
I miss you.
Outside
Outside my window
This is where we used to go
Where we could roam freely
Before it all
As I stare outside
Through the rain streaked glass
Looking back on better times
Playing memories like a movie,
I wish again to experience life
You Are My Home
The sky as it
Shone blue,
And,
The desert rolled on.
Home?
The flat land,
As it kissed the European sky,
Family touched family.
Home?
The cliffs stood tall,
My feet tread on hay fields,
Hills ponder on.
Home?
Saudi, Holland or Eire,
Just a look over the horizon.
You are all my home.
I See
I see on the horizon
A better world
Where “boys will be boys” is not at the expense of others
Where girls can act the same without judgement
Where everyone can love whom they want
Can be whom they want,
Can be what they want
The Foggy Glass Window
As I look outside the foggy glass window,
I wonder what’s beyond the towns and houses.
What’s in the fields and trees,
Is it a happier place to be then here.
No its not as all animals big and small,
Are getting kicked about
And losing their own towns and houses
Because us humans are destroying them,
Just to try make ours a “better” place.
Nothing has Changed
Nothing has changed,
Not the rivers course or oceans currents.
the chimneys and households stayed intact as well as any other building,
Only that the world has ended.
Not a single human was walking the land,
Only the animals.
Man-made structures and plant life was left.
The quest has for the meaning of life has ended.
The great world has ended.
The Age
This is the age we wake up and dont even know our names,
This is the age were have to be perfect to be accepted,
This is the age where your looks decide who you are as a person,
This is the age where your followers determine your future,
This is the age where your body count decides your worth,
This is the age we have created,
We don’t know to look look beyond a person’s image to see who they are within,
We dont know how accept someone isn’t like me or you,
This is the age where you get filled with drugs to get rid of your problems,
This is the age we have created
This is the age where you can get pumped with silicone to get rid of your imperfections,
This is the age were our beauty standards are those of rich people who don’t have a care,
This is the age were they best way to fix it is to end it , this is what the media tells us,
This is the age we need to change,
We need to change for our futures for our children’s’ futures,
We don’t want our children to feel the pain we feel at this age.
The Same
The entire world
Is a collection of memoranda
That he did exist,
And that I have lost his.
Whatever our souls
Are made of,
His and mine are the same.
The Climb
There’s always gonna be another mountain,
We gonna always have to make it move,
There’s always gonna be an uphill battle,
Sometimes we’re gonna have to lose.
Ain’t about the path were taking,
It’s ain’t about What’s waiting on the other side.
It’s the climb.
Land of the Free
I come from the U.S., the supposed land of the free.
A land of discrimination, Capitalism, power lust and greed.
Where right outside my window, sleeping on the street,
Lies families, denied by a corrupt system, their basic survival needs.
Cold
Outside my window I can see
A frozen land
A wasteland
Were the only life that exists is me
As I put on my suit of armour to fight the freeze
My mind prepares for the battle ahead
I venture out to this new land
To search for what I know
But the only thing I recognize
Is all this god damn snow
Dedication and Hard Work
I come from a place of dedication and hard work
Where the way people succeed is answers on sheet
But I don’t succeed like others
I learn from pictures and colour not words in book
Not cramming the same blurred lines
Again and again
I struggle with spelling and reading
Does that mean I won’t succeed
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I come from a place where green is everywhere,
It takes over your senses,
Nothing is left bare,
The air is crisp,
And the wind is strong,
The birds chirp loud,
And you could fall asleep to natures song.
Your Life
If someone tells you, you can’t do something
You do it anyway
Don’t listen to what others say
You need to do you
And that’s more than ok
If they say, it’s 1 in a million
You take an extra step and do 1 in a billion
Be with who you want to be
Even if it’s not what people want to see
Your life is yours
Don’t let people take it
And never feel like you have to fake it
I Sit Here
I sit here on my coach thinking on what I could’ve done
Only a month ago the pools were open
I wasn’t trying I was only doing it for fun
I dossed and paddled not training hard
I treated my coach and her plan with complete disregard
I didn’t care if I lost or won
And now that it’s gone
I sit here thinking on what I could’ve done
Fight till the Last Whistle
Eleven men versus eleven men
At war until the last whistle
Fighting for every ball
A goal in the distance
Trying to score the most goals
Ronaldo versus Messi
Manchester United versus Liverpool
Fighting till the last whistle
‘A Cactus View of a Dog’
A cactus is me as quiet as bee.
But dog o’er there as thirsty as can be.
I want water to but human says no as dog is more important than you.
The cactus was said as fairness was gone he wanted to be dog but dog was gone.
Cactus needed water but he couldn’t speak,
At least dog could curl up and try to speak
Human would come running while I still be sobbing
Dog had all he wanted while I was slowly crying and dying.
I look to the sky and say what fun will i have today
I will go outside and get some exercise because it makes me feel nice
And then I will come home and play on my ps4
Because I don’t want anything more then to have fun with my friends
Until the end that’s why I’m not afraid to hit send
Tramore
In a place called Tramore
There’s a lot to do then lie on the floor
From walks on the beach
That is bright as a peach
Or for a bit of action
Make some traction
On the mini golf course
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There once was a man called Phil
Who lived n a place called Dunhill
He was hit by a lorry
Walking home from the quarry
And now he is roadkill
Ea is Trash
Fifa is bad
It makes me feel sad
But i still play
Because when I pack Ronaldo I go ‘ yay ‘
EA Bums
Fifa is crap
It makes me want to commit
Pro clubs will be the death of me
Because favour titilayo is crap at life