Why can’t people be more positive?
More pragmatic, more efficacious,
Inspired by excitement, wonder and glory
Why are some people succumbed to reigning despair,
Yielding negativity like an infection,
Directed in the wrong direction by external influence,
Why can’t school literature explore the greatness,
Delve into happier poems, stories and plays,
Perhaps the world might change.
The cruel streetlights make us afraid of the dark.
We run on caffeine and pride ourselves on deprivation.
We welcome the dawn with bruised eyes then roll over
And stuff ourselves back into the insignificant roles we embody to ensure our survival.
Anxiety ridden and high off adrenaline. We don’t wish on the stars we can’t see, we don’t expect things to change. We stick to our plans. “You can be anything”, we have to be everything.
When the digital light shines too bright,
And the notifications come flooding in,
“10 new assignments”.
When the distance isolates you,
But the walls around you tighten
“50 further cases”.
When your emotions run too high,
And your motivation runs too low,
“Level 5 lockdown”.
When death swarms the globe,
One death seems so insignificant,
But not to me, only 10 people say,
“I’m sorry for your loss”
Night knocked on my door last night,
A long long tI’me ago,
To tell me something I’mportant,
Something I ought to know.
That though the night is scary,
Its shapes odd and array,
Its the cruelty of the sunlight,
That chase my dreams away.
And in the night tI’me I remember,
What it told me long ago;
That though lights may be pretty,
It’s in the dark our true selves show.
I have often wondered if what we say is I’mportant
I like to think I am independent
Free in my will
But am I just a cog in society
Churning out the same mistakes and injustices
We make claI’ms of change yet nothing does
We cannot dream of a future if we’re repeating history
That is just the past
Our Average Teenage Years
Covid-19 ruined our life,
Making people angry and strife.
A year later still in the same place,
Stuck and ruined wanting an embrace.
Year from hell or a blessing in disguise?
Watching the sky, looking from inside.
16, 17 typically the worst years of living,
Everyone in this day is so unforgiving.
One thing wrong, it’s your label forever,
Exposed, threatened, feeling the tremor.
Wanting to I’mpress, hoping to succeed,
No one knowing anything you want or need.
On top of all this our planet is dying,
Hundreds of years passed, now everyone is crying.
Gen z’s knowing it will only affect us,
Millennials, x’s and boomers knowing they don’t have to discuss.
Being told to just be positive,
When all we are just negatively evocative.
Hoping one day our world will change,
Praying it’s positive and not another rearrange.
This is Me
Homework piling up
It seems to never end
Still, I keep being me.
Spending tI’me learning about myself.
Myself, a person I don’t know yet.
Every day learning something new.
This is Me.
I ask not what you may give me,
For I ask nought before I take,
But I offer you a choice,
A decision you might make
I will give to you myself,
And you must offer you,
I will accept you gratefully,
If you would only want me too
I beg you please be gentle,
I am already cracked,
I have been beaten, bruised and broken,
Abused for what I lacked
You see, I have been through this
Before, and its never ended great
Love so often turns on me,
With eyes of glowing hate
So, I bring to you this choice,
For I will love you solely
But please don’t break my heart,
For you may break me wholly.
Storms wrack my body
My edges are too cruel
And in the darkness of my being
Its the nightmares that rule
He was everything correct,
All perfect and good
Smart hair, white smile
He saw things I never could
I thought he’d light my tunnel
That he’d pull me from my thought
Instead I dragged him deep
And lost sight of what I sought
With him wrapped around my body
Inside dawn broke at last
But soon I again was lost
In the dark shadows of my past
His hair got messy
His head not still intact
Smile turned to bared teeth
Claws at the ready to attack
Now its not fair for me to destroy
What was once good and pure
Its not my place to take advantage
Of the few things right and sure
So I gave him up with no explaining
For fear he’d cut his hands
Trying to piece me back together
When I fear no one ever can
No one wants to be different
But everyone wants to stand out
Just enough, in the crowd
To get that new job offering,
This time round.
But if not, just keep your head down
Maybe in the next round..
But how long does it take for you to figure out
That the waiting and praying and staying
Are debilitating your expectation.
Of being a candidate.
And if you don’t want to stand out, that’s fine
Be another worker in this nation
Powering and providing for our generation.
I salute you.
Because there’s nothing more powerful you can do
Than saying. ‘I’m good just being another tool’
But if you wanna stand out,
Be that rose in the thorns, the diamond in the rough,
Be that soldier, marching to their own drum.
When they whisper you breathe
When they breathe you shout
When they shout you scream
When they scream you cry out
When they cry out you shriek
When they shriek you declare
That you aren’t gonna stop there.
“Don’t be like Them”
You can’t become like your sisters.
But same hair, same skin, same eyes,
Same blood, sometimes the same temper.
Its not good enough.
You have to do better, be better,
And always respect your elders.
You have to meet expectations of generations
And listen to declarations of frustrations,
That end with “Don’t be like them.” but
This constant threat looms around the room
In my head and when I sleep in my bed.
I try my best, but what if I slip-up instead?
If I show any similarity once in my life,
I will become them. At least, that’s what you said.
But I was never them. I am me. My own type of person
With the same hair, same skin, same eyes, same blood
And maybe the same temper.
But if I was, like my sisters, would you still love me the same?
Who Doesn’t Want to be Different
Why bother fitting in
It pressures you
It pressures me
Are we just sheep, following each other
What should you do, what should you not
Is this your plot, what you want to be?
Why can’t we just see the real meaning of everything
And be what we want to be
It’s scary to share any of this
But really I don’t have any of it
None, nothing, no core
Nothing inside everything is sore
People point over there
I go an run over there
Authenticity doesn’t share any of me
I wish it did can anybody any see?
What Lies Within
I pull layer upon layer
Of clothing, blankets around me
Like a caterpillar in chrysalis,
Except nothing beautiful will come out,
Like a caterpillar in pupa,
I hide beneath the layers
So they don’t know the ugliness,
That lies within
The Vinyl Cracking
The vinyl cracking fills the room as the song comes to an end
The whoosh of the wind comes trough the curtains like new problems to mend
The bluest of skies blends perfectly with the deep ocean
And the bed sheets slightly move every tI’me the fan pans on them in motion
Footsteps are heard throughout the whole apartment as the shadow approaches the piano
A loud note plays with echo as a g chord follows
The room is filled with sound of chords that even I know
The music almost anI’mates the canvas framed on the wall casting shadows
My words are now marked in history
Anything I say next will grab your attention
Fill you with emotions from empathy to misery
Oh and, from the I’mage I painted you are hooked forever did I mention
This white apartment on a greek coastline could be fiction
But I’ve been there, mentally and emotionally
Its my place of peace to escape toxicity and addiction
Godspeed by frank ocean plays in my headphones
My neighbour has their light on at this tI’me of the night and its a little comforting
To know at least one more human on this planet is awake and is near me
He sat in peace,
A lonely pale man,
In the dark,
She sat in peace,
a lonely bright woman,
in the light,
But little do they now,
Hundreds below them,
See them every day and night
Grades, it’s all about grades
The “Smart Child” grew up
Now there’s a teenager
Who’s barely passing classes.
Report just came in
“You’ve done better”
No Home and Alone
When you come from a home that gives you busy up teeth,
it’s no surprise half the country’s on the streets.
When were left outside pennies in the cold and the rain,
and the only thing to shield you from the pain
Is a torn up blanket that was stole from a shop
While you scranning on your dinner, all second hand slop.
You start to realise there’s no reason to live
When you don’t even have a pot to piss in.
Everything starts to get dark and alone
When you aren’t the only one without a home.
Your picture hangs on my wall
As a daily reminder of your love
I placed you high, although you’re low
6 feet under
A whole life of nothing but praise.
Leaves no room to change.
Unprepared to under preform
Not really special.
I cant be your archangel.
I cant meet your expectations.
SometI’mes I stay up to not feel controlled
An autonomy to be different,
Is it my fault to want more.
I’m passionate about Production,
The rhythm, mixing, and satisfaction.
Of seeing that tune inside your head,
Become realised on screen and text.
One day I’d like to see
My music on the big screen.
That tune I thought up in my head
To make the Billboard Chart’s ‘top 10’
Or the lyrics I filled up in my diary.
Sung by the most famous singer in history.
But the trials and obstacles,
Blocking that pinnacle where I can say yes
I’ve completed my biggest feat yet.
Are a lot more real than that tune in my head.
Metamorphosis; the process of becoming something beautiful,
An idea that society is obsessed with,
I however won’t emerge worthy,
I however won’t emerge,
Hide, hide, hide
That you are terrified
What is inside
We All Want
We all want to be rich,
We all want to be known,
We are all chasing the same things,
With nothing to do and all day to do it,
No wars to fight,
No real challenges to overcome,
Ya we got some problems but most others see them as small,
Like Tyler said; each one of us are like a middle child,
Overcome by problems which to others seem so mild.
I Am Lost
I am a log lost on the river of life.
A soldier with no purpose a tree with no leaves.
I’ve no idea which ways best,
North southeast west acronyms for confusion,
Loneliness rage doubt and sadness.
Life has a purpose for people who know what life is.
I’m not one of those, no not yet.
I’m a sheep that wants to run out the gate but is trapped by the farmer.
And the wolf that lurks outside.
I’m forced to conform to societies ideas.
I graze and graze never looking up wondering what could’ve been.
The farmer throws a bone to the wolf and once again
I’m just a number on a spreadsheet another number on a number scale.
I Come From
I come from the dumpster where the trash avoids,
I come from the depths of the black void.
Where the druggies play
And the homeless stay
Where the gangs don’t sell their guns
Because even they know it’s too dangerous.
Where the gardaI stop and put up barriers around us.
I come from the ghetto, the slum, were the drunk and hoodlum
Roam and drone on and on.
Where the bedridden destitute
Converse with the prostitute.
I come from the place even the government says
‘There’s no help for them’.
I come from this hell,
That people rumour and tell
Of the deaths and fights and fires and theives
But this hell
That I come from
Is the most close knit
Group of misfits
That you could ever witness.
Consequences for the Truth
Consequences for the truth is why we lie
I’d rather take the bait then leave my side
I’d rather no debates that’s why we die
I’d rather ride the wave then ride and die
I’d rather take the dates than go eye for an eye
Let me decide
Which glasses shall I pick in which ill see the world
She knows if she aint leave she wouldve had the world
And she knows that its way more than just diamonds and pearls
Between the hare and the tortoise the winner lies in my curls
I know the meaning of life is hidden inside of our morals
The voices up top go from searching rot to singing in choral
Our mindset is screwed
This generation needs to be tucked
Needs to realize that were still kids in a box
Stick to the crops
Growing up with social media has taught me a lot,
ED’s are glorified
Don’t eat, you’ll be skinny
Don’t worry about the side affects
Depression is glorified
It’s edgy and cool to be sad
Don’t think about the long nights, lying in your bedroom,
Wondering how long you have to feel like this
And most importantly, you aren’t special for feeling like this, everyone else does too.
Minutes before class
Just to be set
There are so many
I could fill
And the schoolwork
Is so unappealing
I would rather
Do anything else
But I don’t
Try so Hard
Try so hard, work for so little
Tryna chase a dream, its getting kinda brittle
No, I won’t quit, I know my end goal
Since I was born, the passion was in my soul
To get something out, you need to put something in
Keep my faith in God, no ill never sin
He has my back, guiding over me
Whether on the land or in the sea
It’s getting very tough, my body is aching
Doubts creeping in, my dream is slowly breaking
A few more pushes, this is my tI’me
Just wait for me, don’t worry I’m going to shine.
School can help those in to learn
Mathematics and science
But this also means in turn
They’re unconsciously taught politics
History and Social Science
Aims to supress kids defiance
Teaching them that what’s the norm
Is very cosy, very warm.
In reality, this is not such;
Kids unable to eat lunch
In poorer countries; Bolivia.
Meanwhile the youth’s taught trivia.
Colombus, Ghandi; national heroes.
But they have committed multiple no-nos;
Columbus pillaged, raped, enslaved.
For Ghandi’s niece, he sure raved.
Nothing changes anymore.
Children are not free.
The schools abuse all their mentors
30 thousand salary.
Overall, education is quite a fickle thing.
It can change what people know and what people think.
People cannot think no more; no Martin Luther King.
To the anthem we must lip-sync.
Oh, to be a man
So godlike in your conviction
yet man is no more like god, than I to man
A God is free.
Man, is not
But what is a prison without a guard?
What is a man without his God?
What is a god without his men?
Men are free.
I, am not
Yet I have the same mind as a man
And yet a man has the same mind as God
Maybe God and man are one and the same?
Maybe men and I are one and the same?
Or maybe I am a fool.
Why can’t man be a God?
What can’t I be a man?
Is it because our mind is our prison,
We, our own guard?
Is it because God is perfect, and man are not?
Is it because men are absolute,
And I am not?
Maybe I’m not a man.
Maybe I’m a god?
Or perhaps that’s foolish
Maybe I’m just a girl, full of “silly notions”
We are all one and the same.
Pain my Old Brother
Once again we encounter each other on this endless path
Of respect for childish and heedless strength, no I have seen no other
With a fist as fair as yours but be assured it won’t end in a bloodbath
As we stride across this mist path we cannot see ahead
We must stride as if everyone around us wasn’t truer than we believed
He who looks down amongst us striding, he mourns for our threads
Our connections our observations, as he looks down he is peeved
But he too believes in a greater power, and looks at us with disgust
Bet we keep on this path that is whatever we make it, as for me
I must keep striding as around the corner is the month of august
And there could be horrors or wonders to see
At the Moment
I am lonely at the moment
But at the moment I know I’m not alone
Through this pandemic there is only hope
And hope is the only thing I need
Me and my friends going out
And my friend making a point
That soon this will all be over
And at last we will go on our last sleepover
The wind howls,
The water rages,
The fire roars,
The earth screams,
But no one hears them
I Don’t Know
How can I write if I can’t even speak
I can’t even dream about strength if I feel I am weak
I don’t know myself I don’t know who I am
I don’t know who I’ll be or where I will stand
I don’t know what life is or what it’s about
But I’ve got lots of it left and I’d like to find out
Day after day
Sitting at this desk
The Sun Shines on my Face
The Birds sing their song
I wish to be free
To be like the crows
Doing as they please
No Rules. No Screens
Covid-19 not going away but the teachers stressing
Why we weren’t in class today
How can we be happy as a person
When theirs assignments, projects, homework so much to do
I just want to scream
Always stressing about assignments
When the world is falling apart
I don’t know what to do
I feel sad, angry ,annoyed like my life’s being taken away
I just want it all to be over to take the pain away
TI’me is all we have
But it’s now just fading away
Each day wasted
Not knowing the world
Not knowing its full beauty
Trapped, waiting to get out
A man drives a car.
A rush, a stench of burning clutch.
he’s had a fifth, his head is full of shit.
he drives too fast, running from something in his past.
He feels a rush,he finds a good channel, and he blares it.
Doesn’t see the running dog until it’s been hit.
Hands on the wheel. He freezes. The dog lies on the road.
Dying and cold. A life he stole.
Burning rubber, a screech as he flees.
Runs away from what he sees. A child staring at their dog.
He cries while in the middle of the road, the dog dies.
Waiting to be told I can get the drugs to be normal
Maybe the world needs to fix itself for me
Until you shove them down a poor child’s throat to make them fit in
I hate idea
“Don’t hate the player, hate the game”
I hate it all
So why do I crave it
I crave normalcy despite how much I detest it
Full of the wrong stuff
A truckload of shhhhhh
My hands shake as I type
I hate poetry
I crave the validation of submitting them
Here I am, hitting the button, shaking hands and yet I’m not fulfilled
Life just be like that huh?
The water is hot
Not hot enough.
The fire is burning
Molotov cocktail’s served in highrise bars
Shaken not stirred
Neon signs light the sky
Like the stars they outshine
Glowing balls of gas and rage and stuff I’m not smart enough to know
Too lazy to care
And they wonder why I light to burn stuff to feel alive?
I can’t even speak my true mind here cause of schools and regulations and its bullsh
I want to rock the boat, stir up trouble
Shaken not stirred
Shaken up by the guns the drugs the violence
Not shaken enough
And yet I’m still here
Do I want to be?
Am I someone else?
Or am I too angry to feel
Am I Dead or Alive
My brains too loud
Caffeine and sugar
PG 13 drugs
I can’t sleep but it’s fine as long as I keep up appearances right…?
Fire is a comfort
In a World
We now live in a world
Where all we have to look forward to
Is when are we able to go past 6km
From our homes
This is a world that I don’t recognise
This world isn’t normal
But This world will improve
And we will be able to see each other again
Covid pandemic will the vaccine even end it
Teams meeting dreaded
This life is repetitive
5k so grey
We can’t get away
Stuck in my house not straying 5k
Fortnite is my favourite
I crank on Fortnite all day long
I am also very strong
I do a little dance when I win
I then I go outside and rummage through the bin
I am so good at Fortnite
I am gonna play again tonight
With everything that’s going on in the world
Everything’s not the same,
Not that I’m saying it’s the end of the world
But this is reality.
I really like my school
I think its pretty cool
I don’t like when lads take the mick
They’re not cool like pickle rick
My favourite is history
Cause learning is victory (Royale)