My soul ablaze, yet cold
Crying for the warm embrace of love
Kept too far from my reach
In this bitter war against time.
Time; running short
For the young and the old,
On experiences yet to come.
The news can only be so entertaining.
We hope this sickness will fade,
For loneliness is a sickness in itself.
A shred of this hope lies in our minds
That we desperately reach for in our sleep.
Alas, we will face this head on,
For the future is bright and full of
Moments to savour and cherish,
For now and forever.
Blend into the Crowd
All time does is take from us,
But it never seems to give,
I’m always waiting for the day to come,
When I finally start to live,
I’m scared that one day soon,
I’ll become like the rest,
Blending in with the crowd,
For my dreams have been oppressed,
One day I’ll look back on life,
The opportunities that i’ve missed,
Realising I never truly lived,
All I did was just exist.
Dull skies, uncertain rain,
Once a comfort, a blank canvas, only now reflects my disdain
For my mind, once brimming with events yet to come
But I fear I’ve forgotten, what is yet to come?
When will there be parties, pretty strangers, and glamorous stupidity
Have I failed as a teenager, have I achieved nothing but daydreams?
Is it shameful that this excitement I’ve desperately craved
Is now slipping from imagination, it’s hopeful existence now paper shred
What will be left when the doors open again, when I am free as a bird for the wondrous life?
But I won’t, I’m frightened, how can I have something that was never even mine?
Who am I?
I am a girl
Living in the country
With a loving family who cares for me
I have talents, music and sport
And my whole life ahead of me
I didn’t choose this
I play music to satisfy my mother
I play sport to satisfy my father
I go out at the weekend to satisfy my friends
What do I do to satisfy me?
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know what brings me joy
I’ve spent my so much of my life trying to please others
That I’ve forgotten what pleases me
These years, I am told, are supposed to be the best of my life
If that is true
Well, I’d hate to see what my future brings
You ask me who I am?
The answer, as unsatisfactory as it is
I don’t know
Lost in a World
In a world full of problems,
I’d rather run away,
To a fictional world
Where no one cares.
In the world of a book,
I can be who I am
And care about the problems
Of a person who doesn’t exist.
I can get lost in a fantasy world
Of mystical creatures,
And an author’s imagination
I can get lost in the problems of a girl like me
Who loves books but doesn’t exist
I forget about a world falling apart
And dream of one that doesn’t exist
A Different World
Growing up in our world today,
Where your right is my wrong,
Where his left is her right
We support each other
Yet hide behind a screen
Lol and omg
If we really stand together why,
Why do we hurt others with our own insecurities?
Using our own daggers as our protection
To talk about their glasses are nice
And talk about our relationships
This my poem
Six months without school
And everything changed
The time we had off
Was spent going insane
More cakes were baked
And games were played
But the whole time
Our body images changed
We saw perfect examples of our age everyday
And wondered what we could do to look that way
When school came around nobody looked our way
But all the time we wondered what would make the pain go away
Everyone’s scared about being that way
But nobody ever dare say a thing
And now we use this time away again
And try and improve how we look everyday
I wake up every day and miss seeing your face
All the moments we shared could never be erased
When I heard you died I cried and cried
The moments we shared
You and I
Standards and expectations
There is no such thing as perfection
Too fat too tall too thin
You really just can’t win
Who created these standards?
Why are we all such demanders?
In this modern world we live in
You simply just can’t win
We look back inwards
Nothing left but slack
Slack in our movements
As we shamble forward
As Chrono’s devours
Our eyes are closing now
We don our gowns
The clock strikes twelve
As the world’s lights
One by One
We sleep once more
Go for a walk
Go for a run
Go outside and have some fun
Do the work as it’s assigned
But don’t go over 4 hours screen time
Two weeks online turns into five
Yet they keep telling us we’ll all been fine
Go outside and get some fresh air
Do something for your self-care
It’s an endless cycle of staring at a screen
Waiting for class to end
It’s hard to think of what the future holds for us
We all go through different things and emotions in life
It’s hard sometimes to get a grasp of those little things
We think to ourselves all the emotions we feel
Maybe it’s time to make a change and talk to people don’t be afraid to express ourselves
We know all the things happening this year
But we don’t know how hard this year could have hit someone your close to
If they don’t speak to you about how they are and you know there’s something wrong
Reach out everything will be ok in the end
It what having friends is all about is to talk about things together and overcome them
Although the days are now getting longer,
They seem to be leading me onto a different path,
As I wake to the sun and beautiful birds tweeting each day,
I wish the day to soon be over.
With the fighting and arguing,
The tears and the worry,
I don’t know if there’s a point to me having a story,
But life must go on, from day to day,
As I wish for all the pain to simply go away.
You Can’t Stop Me
You can’t stop me
No matter what my beliefs or disbeliefs
You can’t stop me
From doing the things I love
You can’t stop me.
Singing my lungs out when i’m alone,
You can’t stop me
Making jokes that are terrible,
No one can stop me.
Bright and Blue
The sky is shining bright and blue
But in my mind I have no clue
I fall again but the pain is numb
As I cry my pain out at the sun
My head inside spinning
But I pretend to be grinning
I wonder am I ever enough
But when I find my truest colour
I will no longer suffer
If only we would experience teen life,
Not the ‘teen life ‘ of sitting infant of the TV, wishing cases would go down
Not having to make contact with friends through screens
Not the life that going to the shop is a big deal as you get to see a different set of scenery
The days are slipping through our fingers quicker then we want
Why can’t we live “teen life”
Hustle and the Bustle
From the hustle and the bustle
To the shoes that we shuffle
There’s always something dragging
When the school bell rings
And the fiddle strings sing
My mind is slowly lagging
I never get the feeling of content
Despite all of time i’ve spent
Living the way everyone else wants me to live
As of Right Now
As of right now
Life is pretty down
Its slow, its different, its nothing like ever before
It makes you appreciate the simple things that once happened
And makes you hope everything will return to the way it was again.
But it’s not all bad
For one you don’t have to worry about getting up every day and trying to look perfect all the time
To avoid judgement from others who probably feel the same way.
So I guess right now its an escape from life, a break but I hope it ends soon.
Life is Tough
Life is tough for everyone but for everyone in different ways,
The people who are unhappy in life,
The people who want more in life,
The people who are in relationships,
The people who want to BE in those relationships,
The friend drama,
The having no friends drama,
The strict parents,
The parents who aren’t there for you,
Everyone has their problems,
Some peoples are life changing,
Some not so much,
But the common factor here is that everyone believes their problems are enough to be called a Problem which makes everyone’s problems the same – something to face and overcome,
We need to understand that someone’s problem can make their life tough,
Maybe not as tough as what your life and problems are,
But to them it is.
Treat everyone like their problem is as big as yours,
Don’t add another problem,
Understand that in the end,
Everyone’s life is tough.
The four walls of my bedroom is all I see
Oh and maybe walking back the road if I’m lucky
Nearly a year later not much has changed
Certainly, no plans arranged
I miss my friends like us all
Only thing we have is a FaceTime call
We’ll get there again, someday
Summer time coming waiting for rays
The parties we have after it all
Will make us appreciate it more
And we’ll have a ball.
So for now we will hang on in there
Knowing someday we won’t have a care
I feel a great pressure to amount to something
Yet I don’t know what I’m striving for
I feel like I’m in the front seat of a car
And don’t know what I’m driving for
I need a goal to run towards
Finding this goal is the problem
I want to show my full potential, I want to blossom
I want to grow but I have a question
I want to grow but I do not know in which direction
I am truly blinded by all the bad influences and misdirection
Putting paint on a page
Like the purple under my eyes,
The glare of the screen reflecting on my face,
The late nights repeating over and over again,
Trying to express myself in any way possible but to no avail,
The makeup the clothes the messy canvases in my room.
Being called ‘weird’ still rings in my ears
Picking up new hobbies just to keep myself busy
Trying anything I can to make the days stick out amongst the endless repetition
My eyes are sore. But I am not tired just yet
Thinking to myself about the friends I miss,
It feels like years since I’d seen them last.
Seeing them would probably be a cure to all my problems.
Our late night talks, doing stuff our parents would kill us for if they knew, making videos and singing along to stupid songs.
It feels like so long ago
The birds start to sing outside.
The feeling of anxiety rushes through my body
Another repeated day is on the horizon
I can already see how it will go
School at 9am
Talk to my friends through a screen
Try to be creative
Repeated over and over again
You could tell me I’ve been at home for years and I would believe you
The time to try to sleep is soon upon me
Goodnight I guess
Online school is back again but this time it feels so much worse,
Things are just stressing me out it’s almost like a curse.
The feeling of not wanting to do work but not wanting to fall behind,
It’s the fear of failure but being a procrastinator at mind.
I’m trying to hold it together but the days are all the same,
Trying to send in the next assignment within the short timeframe.
I hope it won’t last much longer but I don’t know how much I can take,
I can only do my best to get through this constant headache.
The Other Side
Imagine the life of a kid with a dead dad
Leaving amid a child’s strife with his own self
Seeing chad throw ball with only born son
While I see mine one Sunday at the grave, where the devil won
Seeing school grades diminish
While the years only rise
And my peers only see me
Through the side that hasn’t died
Envision that pre-teen
Who hadn’t any pride
Just the hope that when I grow up
You’ll see the other side
I Can’t Wait
In my boring bedroom
Eight hours each and every day
Instead of being at school
In my bed I lay
Scrolling through my phone
Working on my laptop
Not focusing enough at online school
My grades they start to flop
Waiting for coronavirus to go away
And lockdown to finally end
Nothing to look forward to during this time
Not even the weekend
Hopefully there isn’t very long left
The sunny days with my friends I miss
No masks, no rules, no restrictions
I can’t wait for the feelings of bliss
Our Teenage Years
From the green green fields
To our secrets that we keep concealed
Our teenage years are now upon us
Where we struggle from dawn to dusk
These are supposed to be the best years of our life
But actually the smallest issues can cause us great strife
Everyone telling us what’s wrong and what’s right
When we really wanna say shut up and be quiet
This is our life after all
Even if we take our eye off the ball
I go to an average school.
People in this school get average grades,
And every young lad gets skin fades.
And when we leave this school we’ll get average cars, smoke cigars and stumble into Irish bars.
These grades feel like they decide our life,
When we get a job and eventually a wife,
But if we fail this test, it’s worse than a knife, bills, taxes and all things crap.
Hopefully this average school will lead to a higher quality life.
No Matter What
I come from a place full of food and water
I come from a place full of love and laughter
I come from a place full of joy and happiness
I come from a place full of peace and safety
People come from different places all over the world
No matter where they come from, they are all equal
No matter what
I wake up
I get dressed
Not the best
Just one in a million
Exactly the same
I always know
What to expect
I am hungry
So I go to eat
But the calories haunt me
The gilt after eating
I regret it
Telling myself not to eat again
But I do
The farmers flat out in the fields
Hard at work no stopping them
Feeding sheep and cattle
Cutting silage and hay
By god, you know you will have a good day
That smell of freshly cut hay ready to be baled
Bales and Bales of hay scatter across the fields
Farmers on the long draw seven hours a day
Young lads watching the machinery from the walls
Hopping on bales and jumping off
Farmers come and go to the mart
In search of some new livestock
Big Pete flat out working on the farm
They always come in for the tae
No later than six in the evening
Out again to do some more
Until they wake at six again in the morn
Constant Ring of Boredom
I drag myself out of bed like every other morning; life is a constant ring of boredom,
One thing that always changes is what I see in the mirror.
It’s like the weather one day it’s amazing another it’s so bad I can’t bare face it.
But like the seasons it can change and it will get better.
If you want to see the sunshine, you will have to weather the storm!
Another day woken up by my aggressive alarm,
Resisting the urge to allow my body any more than the 4 hours of sleep it received,
Logging on to half a class of students listening to my teachers
Attempts to engage the class.
I wonder if he knows we’re all in bed
The fact I even managed to wake up is an achievement
Never mind get out of bed at a reasonable hour.
I can’t be the only one lacking in motivation,
How can one stay motivated one the days are all the same?
This daily routine is starting to feel like an endless cycle.
Despite my attempts to break from routine, maybe I’ll do a job I needed to get done?
Maybe I’ll focus on myself today? Maybe i’ll do something nice for my sister?
How come I never get around to it?
With all this free time why do I find the day goes by so fast,
Yet these weeks are going by painfully slow.
It’s getting harder to stay on task, especially with “new assignments sure today at 23:59”
I miss the long days where everyone would be jumping into lakes.
I miss when you would come home and there was a fresh burger for you to take.
I miss the long cycles with your friends
And that we didn’t know where we were going till the end.
Right now summer seems miles away but the fact is it’s always going to come some day.
On the Pitch
I step on the pitch
The thoughts go away
I feel the tension building
But I throw it all away
I get on the ball
And do what I do
Score a goal
And celebrate too
In the Sticks
When living in the sticks
In the midst of corona lockdown
It’s almost like
You have no walls to knock down
You get up early
To go feed the animals
While the world is so weary
And its as if the you own the day
Free as a bird they say
While the city sliks cannot stray,
The world is your oyster when living in the sticks
Its almost like corona doesn’t exist.
2020 is a screwed up year
We’ve been covered in fear
To be fair, we’ve stopped caring
It’s more about time sharing
People have lost their careers
Even lost our peers
It’s more about the memorise we make
And forget about heartbreak
To be fair, we’ve stopped caring
It’s more about time sharing
Making a Cake
It starts off small,
but when you finish it’s big,
Takes so long you forget about it
You take it out,
but the mixture is still thick,
You put it in the oven until it’s smooth and slick,
Eventually it’s finished,
You take a bite of it,
It’s amazing and all the time is worth it.
I come from a place where the fields are green,
Where the fields are green, the happiest grows,
Where the memories are made in the summer sun,
No matter where you come from u can make memories anywhere
Online school is so boring
We all want our social lives back
Vaccinate us so we can leave the house
I’m going crazy
I haven’t seen my friends in ages
I have no passion
As well as inspiration
So here’s a Haiku
Three two up surely
I can’t slip up
Switch to ultra-defensive
He should be winning his team is way more expensive
The jam is real and I’m lovin it
One more minute and I’ll get away scoot free
Oh no I’ve just given away a penalty
Sure it’s going down the middle
No I can feel a piddle
Im sending it and staying put
No way I’ve saved it with Nick Nope’s foot
Bundle of Talent
Ya willilam touch, cmon we haven’t scored much,
Oh William another nutmeg and Joey has gone and broke his leg
What a ball by the left winger, he’s going around like an absolute dinger,
Williams one and one with the keeper, jeez says bob I thought he was sweeper.
I can tell you something he’ll make it one day, and he will have a pocket full of money pay,
That little lad is a bundle of talent, going around with great skill, flair and balance.
He goes around tearing teams apart, you’d swear he’s so fast that he’s on some little cart,
One goal, two goal another man of the match,
He’s tore that team so much apart that the gonna need some sort of patch
So that’s the story of the litlle wiz kid, who is just bossing up that centre mid,
Some people just get so annoyed at his skill, and just kick out and are left with a retirement bill
So if you can ever get near the lad, I wouldn’t be surprised if you get mad,
He is just so good with his feet, you can be sure to find his name on the score sheet
We are driving at 300 kilometres an hour into the first corner hoping we come out and onto the next
We are looking in mirrors fending off others and coming between a centimetre of death
We live on the edge of live itself driving up and down motorways racing as if it’s Silverstone
From the N17 to the streets of Monaco
From our dads ford focus to a FerrarI SF90
From seeing our mates at the side of the road about hit the pedal,
To seeing Lewis Hamilton and Sebastian Vettal ready behind you.
This is racing
This is serious business
This is our whole life’s work gone into this
Lights out, and here we go.
We become one with the car, and strangely its like life
We take it one corner at a time trying to stay ahead of the pack,
Hoping we make it too the next
Its hoping you don’t crash and you can keep racing
Its the hope that eventually you will get to the top,
And that it was all worth it.
I know everyone likes to sit here and dread
But everything that is said goes to my head.
I want to move on
But people can’t stay strong.
I say to myself ‘it’ll all be over soon’
Until someone says I have to isolate and go to my room.
I lost my sense of taste and smell,
It seems like forever since I got this cell.