Fountains of Lies
Stubborn children in suits and ties,
Will spout crap like fountains of lies,
Lies that kill, lies that steal the lives away,
Of those who conform and obey,
To their dogmas of hate,
Sacrificing lives for the economy’s growth rate.
Being a Girl
Being a girl is exhausting
Being a girl is scary
Living in a misogynistic world
Where we are told to cover up
Act more mature than boys
Told to cook and clean
Told we can’t act this way because we come off as bitches or stubborn
We can’t speak our mind or else we are called annoying
Told we can’t play a sport because it’s for boys
We can’t wear what we want because we are sluts or “asking for it”
Being told we have to wear skirts and ‘feminine’ clothing or else boys won’t like us
Guys see us as objects that can only cook and clean
Being called bossy and stubborn but I only want to be heard
“Boys will be Boys” they all say
“Girls are more mature than boys”
Is it because we are taught to act more mature at a younger age?
Or is it because guys aren’t educated
Making excuses for guys and blaming us girls
But I guess this is the world we live in
And it hurts
In world where you are a try hard if you try
But you’re an idiot if you don’t.
If you have an opinion that’s not the same
You’re never seen in the same way
If you speak up your told to shut up
If you prefer to sit alone rather than hear the lads moan
It’s not just you,
You see it’s the pressure to be perfect
Who said we had to be perfect?
You need to let go, let go of other people’s opinions
Why care? Because society tells us it’s not there,
The judgement is there but may only the one place you cannot walk away from,
You see we’re hardwired to care.
The Irish Nation
This Irish nation, this Irish mutilation.
Rotting from the inside, enemies at all side.
Politicians, AKA professional thieves, runnin’ schemes
Playing the nation like some game, they all the same
Giant lies, massive bribes.
Stomping on the common people, like beatles
Distracting the nation, creating frustration
Nothing more than pawns, begging outside the Taoiseach’s lawn
Greed, flows through nation, like an incantation, convincing the many, to serve the few
Slanted Pavements and Overgrown Grass
I come from slanted pavements and overgrown grass,
Grass as tall as my ankle, reaching deep into my mind.
Earthy aromas encasing me, slowly, slowly devoured.
These feelings and smells, even touch and tastes,
Make me feel alive as so long as I believe.
I come from knitted hammocks weighing in the balance of two trees,
Two to make me safe such as two personalities I switch between the day.
I come from chilly feet scraping on the floor,
Searching for something but not entirely sure.
A little boy with hair quite scruff,
Chopped by his dad but the memory makes me blush.
No hardships I can recall so I have no place to complain,
All I have is me and exactly where “we” have come.
‘We’ are my family, strong but sometimes distant.
However I will never let my love be resistant, to anybody, anything.
I come from love, unconditional and nowhere to be faded,
However my heart has not even been remotely waded.
Back on Track
I don’t know much about poems
But I want to make a point
I can’t help but feel like I’m missing out on life
Began the year with a plan, but started losing focus
But I’ll get back on track and back to work, I know it
This year is going the same way, won’t let it get to my head,
I’ll put the work in and get back on the track
I can’t stop running
My heart is pumping
I’m trapped in this never ending forest
Feeling I can’t be honest
My lungs are aching
No one can hear me
I’m lost in a sea of trees
I don’t know where I’m going
Time is slowing
This music in my ears
Is flowing my tears
I’ve reached a land of beauty
Feeling like a movie
The past was a horror
I hope to leave this corner
I have reached my place
This must be the end of my chase
My life has been like a flower
Holding too much power
Being popular is weird
We always hear your voices
Getting really boring
You really are the only one talking
Homophobia and your racist remarks
Truly a work of art
Must be coming from your heart
It really sets you apart
As if I don’t hear it from 20 people everyday
You’re just a genius for calling that thing you didn’t like “gay”
Here’s the jist of it
I’m really getting sick of it
You’re constant whining
Always completing the circuit
I’d rather have loyalty than love
‘Cause love really don’t mean jack
See love is just a feeling
You can love somebody and still stab them in the back
It don’t take much to love
You can love somebody just by being attached
See loyalty is an action
You can love or hate me and still have my back
What my future holds,
No one will know.
Will a live a life of constant fear,
Will I live a life of rules
Will I live a life with freedom
Will I live a life with my own rules
No one will know.
Yet I imagine the dreams,
Of the endless possibilities,
In the future beyond
We are back in quarantine
I think I’m going to go insane
With schools online,
And no friends around
I think I’m going to lose my mind
Living in constant fear
Of getting sick with COVID-19
We sit around at home
Hoping for something better to come
But I know this is for the best
We have to stick together
I hope this will be over soon
So we can have a normal life again
They say that these are the best years of your life,
But what they don’t realise is they are full of terror and strife,
Walking down the road terrified for your life,
You look around all you see are tracksuits and a mask holding a knife,
Our generation was born with a boom,
All you can see are red stained eyes darting around the room,
And then came the economic crash,
Teens grew up without money,
Thinking that to be cool, you had to sell hash
And then came the worst of all,
Teens stuck staring down an empty hall,
Waiting on news like a servant at beck and call
Stay home stay safe,
But what about our mental state
I feel lonely I feel scared
I feel like nobody around me really cares
I feel useless I feel spared
I think that people stare at me and don’t care
But that’s just my mind
I am loved I am cared
I just put myself down
Because I am not who I want to be
People say it’s okay
But it’s not to me
I want to be a better me,
A different me but my motivation doesn’t seem to be there
I can think but I can’t execute.
Old Friend Lost
An old friend lost
A new friend gained
And though it so many years ago
Sometimes my emotions cannot be contained
Oh old friend
What would you do?
If you could see me know
I wish I knew
My old friend
I miss you dearly
But you have been lost to time
But I still love you, sincerely
The days are long and endless,
The nights are weary and cold,
Can Corona end already
Everyone is so ready
Teenage years are wasted
Because of what covid created
They say it’s going to be over soon
They have been saying it for ages
It feels like we are all in cages
I wish I wasn’t so Insecure
I wish I wasn’t so insecure,
I wish I wasn’t lazy,
I wish I have the courage to talk to my parents more,
I don’t like begin treated like an infant
But how can I change anything if I have an infant’s mind-set
I have goals but I can’t find the motivation,
I’m stuck day by day with my hesitation,
I promise I’m trying,
I don’t want to be stuck
I promise my future self that I’ll wake up someday.
Cream shooting beams
Picked on the first team
I’m not part of a regime
Seeing things I want to unsee
Going into the mainstream
Cant take up this American dream
I just want to eat some cream
‘Your teenage years are the best ones of your life’ ..
Yeah right, when we’re putting each other down and crying ourselves to sleep at night.
I come from sleepless night; I come from insecurity and a constant need to feel worth it.
I come from a world locked down, it’s lonely and full of crap.
‘We’re apart of the greatest generation’ that’s a big fat lie,
When kids as young as 12 want to give up.
I come from mobile phones and social media,
Where self-hatred and doubt has become the norm.
I come from a dysfunctional family,
Where issues older than me have been sprouted and take form.
‘Look at how far we’ve come’.
It’s not far enough when innocent people have been murdered for such minute unjustifiable stuff.
I come from judge mentalism and ‘not being good enough’ .
‘Don’t be so dramatic, you’ve got it pretty good, since ‘back in my day’,
Back in your day you faced trials, inequalities and rejection,
But our generation sees that too, in the mirror in our reflections.
We are helpless, selfish, one of a kind.
We walk around the streets with no life in our eyes.
I come from late night calls and aimlessly wandering through town.
I come from a Bluetooth speaker and a good time with friends.
I come from contentment.
But being content isn’t enough anymore, is it?
The World has Turned
Oh how the world has turned
The government and teachers try to teach us new way to learn
Lies, broken trust we don’t know what to do
Can’t see family, friends or go anywhere
We are lost in this world, hiding behind these masks that are a mare
Oh when will we be told to gather around again
and get back to living life without having to worry about this time
It seems that nothing is ever going to be back in line
Footy is the game
Footy is full of aggression
Get in my way you are going to feel the pressure
Get past me that’s ok just know it won’t happen again
Next time I’ll be ten times better
Controlling the game it’s just what I do
Just leave me to it
It will all be over soon
The way they looked,
The bubble, the tick,
The sound that they made in school
They were so cool
I knew that I couldn’t crease them
The haters couldn’t afford them
I’m sick of this school
I hate having to wait and stare at this brown grime
Just so the clock will chime
I hate getting spoken down to
Just so they make me frown
I hate it when I can’t even talk to my friends
When will this meeting ever end?
I just wanna be myself
Not get good grades so my picture will be put on a shelf
But if I am myself I just get dirty looks
Come on man keep your head in the books
Im sick of being different it’s better than
Being the sheep who are indifferent
Were Did you Come From
I come from a ginger ma and a bald da
I come from football on the streets
And days all I want is na
I come from happiness but most of all pain
Pain I don’t know why it is there
I come from late night tossing and turning scared I’ll never make it
I come from passion to make what I want happen
I come from comedy to have a 1 or 2 of just laughter
I come from somewhere it’s just
I Come From
I come from gaming pc’s and comfy beds
I come from lego and clothes
I come from empty club cans
I come from old tv’s and sweet wrappers
I come from a family tragedy
I come from shin guards and football
I come from a new car
I come from dirty plates
School is so boring
I can’t be bothered
Wasting my time
Thinkin bout life
Got me locked up in the house
Feeling trapped like a mouse
Wishing I could be free
To go visit the sea
Bruno Bruno Bruno
He came from sporting like Cristiano
He goes left
He goes right
He makes defenders look shite
He’s our Portuguese magnifico
Bruno Bruno Bruno
On a Normal Day
Go around the johnner on a normal day
Head up to the park where the boys are at
And get on the session all night
Ring in a dominos and go to the delivery man
And we’re getting a free munch for the night
Then back to the lads gaff and we’re chilling on the couch
Then I’m on a groovey one with foy
Only I’m teaching him how to dance