It may be quiet but the last thing I hear is silence,
I will use anything I can to cancel out the noise,
Headphones don’t work and neither do pillows,
I try to run and I try escape,
But it’s hard when the voices are inside myself.
Thoughts echo every chance they get,
They will do what they can to take over,
I work hard to fight them and sometimes it works,
But often they hold me in their grasp,
And trap me in their silence.
I reach out my hand,
I can see you,
But no matter how far I stretch, I can’t feel you.
All I need is a comforting brush of your fingers,
A simple gesture to reassure me you’re there,
But a force pushes me further.
We are the same ends of two magnets,
We can’t fight the repelling force,
It hurts but we let go,
Giving way to the inevitable distance between us.
Broken promises of freedom and life,
Of holidays and parties,
Almost a year of level 3 to level 5
No end date,
No finish line,
Blame governments and organisations
But this isn’t a war against nations,
A war against ourselves
A war of immunity
Of reliance and patience
A never-ending cycle of thinking and repentance.
We’re still stuck in lockdown
My brain feels like it’s about to shut down
My thoughts have been spinning around in my head all day
In our houses all we get to do is stay
We sit on our laptops listening to our teachers ramble on
All I want to do is have fun
But instead we do pointless assignments with no meaning
Leaving the inside of my head screaming
All Lives Matter
I see what other kids might feel like when they are hurt,
The way they get surrounded and pushed into dirt.
I know how this feels because I know people who have gotten this,
But I know how to make it better, to make it greater, happier, stronger,
And healthier to do with how they feel.
Everyone wants to be successful, it can be sports, fixing things, teaching etc…
But it’s just how we grow up makes us feel,
If it was hard for us in our early years we find a way to heal,
Everyone can do this, we just need to know like how the people who inspire us know.
And if something gets in our way, we say no.
The Unnatural Cycle
We used to have days of freedom
Days of joy, sadness, anger and boredom
Now all we have is boredom
Our days are the same as the last
Breakfast, work, lunch, work, dinner, sleep
Breakfast, work, lunch, work, dinner, sleep
No more meet ups
No more holidays
The new morn is the same as the last
An endless cycle
Shadows of my Mind
Shadows of my mind coming from all directions
They have no reason no convection
They scream over my own voice
I have to listen I have no choice
As the mask settles on your face
You put on the mask that keeps you safe in this place
Like an infiltration
Into a mass and masked organization
Where your ideas must be hidden
Like any thought is forbidden
A land ruled by fear
Only enforced by a peer
Where what you say
Cant seem to stay
But this is school
You have to be cool
If you even try to ask for help
You are called a massive whelp
And when the day comes to an end
You may see someone walk out with a friend
People think you have a dedication
But you feel your mind needs emancipation
But though we no longer go
Our minds still dance to and fro
Even sat before the mirroring screen
We still feel we need to scream
Because while we wore the mask at school
Its fallowed us back
It seems the mask will never crack
Have you Heard?
Have you heard about sadness?
The Darkness, that sneaks up from behind you
The one keeps you warm and yet so cold
So broken and so fed up
Have you ever heard about pain?
The one that comes from the soul
And leaves scars in your mind
I can’t shake off the bruises
Will people understand
The pain that can’t be seen?
I’m looking up
At the cloudy sky above
The raindrops and tears on my face
Fused together long ago
I’m looking up
Hoping I won’t shed anymore tears
But I’m tired
And I don’t think I can take it anymore
Have you ever heard about sadness?
We became friends long ago
I’m not sure it’s good for me
But I don’t think I can let go
The moment they said ‘stay at home’
That’s when my head decide to roam.
From the brightest moments to the darkest hours,
I was lost and I had no powers.
I was low, lonesome and long-faced
And a glimmer of happiness is all I chased
I could look in a mirror and wish it was empty
Because being skinny, pretty and popular was everything and trendy.
But beauty is from within and can be found all round,
Like a flower, baby or even just a day fooling around.
As I look to the future with hope and anticipation,
I will always remember the lockdown full of frustration
Nowadays I’m put down for being smart,
Thats not a brag I’m crap at things like art,
But when I try and do my best
Other people saying things that I want to address,
Whats this idea for bullying the smart,
We are not weak so don’t try me,
Because I swear to god you wont beat me,
If you are jealous of my intellect, don’t take it out on me,
I’m a good person and will help you study,
I’m not your casual “nerd” I do well in sports,
In fact, my favourite things to wear are basketball shorts,
I don’t care what you think of me keep it to yourself,
Don’t take your anger out on someone else.
Treading on the beach with cheetahs between our legs,
Fighting for the things we gifted ourselves and then took away.
Twirling on dimensions we do not understand.
Fighting, laughing, screaming crying.
We are a crazy bunch.
Sisters and brothers, friends and lovers.
We all want the same thing,
Love and to never know the whole story
Recently turned sixteen
Life’s as confusing as has ever been
A deadly virus and crazy world
What to do has been unfurled
Staying home and online school
Things are so far from cool
No sport to play only to watch
This whole situation is completely botched
Social life is only online
No face to face which isn’t fine
Girls still as confusing as ever
I’m made feel not feel very clever
When will this all end?
It’s driving me around the bend
Music kinda helps to get through
Bull when normal will return I’ve no clue
As a teen lockdown has erupted my confidence
To try and pick up the pieces for me to only fall apart
It’s a cycle that never stops
I hate looking at a screen on my laptop
These are the years I want to remember with freedom and
Excitement but they are the days of the past
I want them to go by so fast
Out in the country
Friends far away
Voices made of wifi
Wasting the day
World is burning
World is sick
World is dying
There once was a girl with short brown hair,
Who was caring and kind and wanted everything to be fair.
She used to mind little kids and had lots of fun, until one day her friends told her she was wrong.
They made fun of her as she cried, until one day she did decide.
She wasn’t gonna listen, because she knew that she would glisten.
And she knew that one day she would grow, and be better than these kids would know.
And she was right, now our girl is all grown up, she has friends who love her very very much.
She moved on from the hate and made her own easy in life,
Because our girl knew that’s the kids weren’t going to be right!
The kids we were are wanted back
So far away they might as well have hit the sack
Forever gone found a different home
But their shells remain stuck and bound they foam
At the mouth from the pressure the be as their ghost
Their best not enough no more a host
If only she knew how her smile deepens mine,
If only she knew how her words affect time,
If only she knew how she makes my sleep wear,
If only she knew how the dreams can’t compare,
If only she knew how I whisper her name,
If only she knew how I feel so profane,
If only she knew how I longed for her touch,
If only she knew how her hugs meant so much,
If only she knew how I’ve waited to kiss her.
Here in the Room
Here in the room I sit,
Exploring the chasms of my mind,
Searching for ink to find,
Laying down as I see fit,
Illustrating the spirit that flies,
With the cavern walls of eyes,
Crying out past events of the malevolent,
With the lungs screaming out the evident,
As they fade out in the abyss,
Where the mass dismiss,
The words of the eclipse.
Just a young local lad whose home isn’t even a town,
Who feels like at the moment his shadows a clown.
From playing on pitches and chatting with friends to praying
And hoping that all this would end.
Although I seem sad, tormented and petty
I’m just really fed up of eating homemade spaghetti.
The glimmer of hope on the other side is what drives us together
As a country to stand tall with unity and pride.
Maybe its your smile, your laugh or your eyes
Or maybe its just being in your presence
You’re painfully perfect. You make me forget of my troubles and pain only you.
It aches my heart knowing the feeling may not be returned.
The pain I feel writing this leaves me a reminder
That I still and always will love
The Sound of your Voice
Sometimes when i think of you,
I remember your eyes of topaz blue.
Your hair as soft as summer rain,
Your eyes whose gaze that kept me sane.
Your touch was light but kept me snug,
Your mouth which was my favourite drug.
But now I’m feeling quite bereft,
Even though it was I who left,
For I know it wouldn’t have been your choice,
That I forget the sound of your voice.
To show them the fear,
The tears behind her eyes.
The thoughts in her head.
The sadness behind her smile.
They can’t know.
She won’t let them know.
Sport is seen as entertainment,
I see it as warfare,
The only sort of control present,
Fragile rules, and idea to perceive as fair,
Some days I do everything I can,
Believe nothing can stop me,
All it takes is one small doubt, the dreaded “what-if?”,
I then think negatively,
Everyday I try to shake it,
Reassure myself and improve,
But that feeling is like a ten ton rock,
The bloody thing won’t move,
I wonder sometimes why I’m here,
Do I deserve this chance?
Am I just working from fear of failure,
It leaves me in a trance,
But when I stand back and look at what i’ve achieved,
It suddenly becomes more clear,
I’ve worked and fought and bled and cried,
That is why I am here,
I am here from the fruits of my labor,
The days and nights of of obsession,
My very character and soul fights for the goal,
It will be in my possession,
Will I reach my goal,
Will I feel the satisfaction?
Deep down I know I will,
I just take action,
No matter what state the world is in,
No matter how it will alter,
I will carry on to be the best,
I will never falter,
I will return a new man,
Improved and robust and strong,
In this team of friends who are opponents,
I will surely belong,
And though I have clearly improved,
I still wonder will it suffice,
I know it will because it won’t stop there,
I’ll be the best no matter the price,
And though I know there’ll be days,
Where i’ll feel unsure and unsteady,
I’ll remember my worth, my fight, my cause,
And then I will be ready.
This house I know,
Holds my bed,
My kitchen, hall and my shed.
I’m held here with a fancy bow
One more thing this house contains,
Is my life wrapped up and bound in chains.
It has my roots
My first winnings.
But I don’t mind
‘Cause it has one more thing
And that is each and every one
Of my beginnings
I am fire.
I burn bright through the darkness,
Baring a light for those who ask.
But be warned,
One touch, one lick of my flames
Might aswell be one of a deadly cobra,
There wouldn’t be enough light in the world
To guide you through the darkness.
And then, as all fires do,
I burn out.
Leaving but a pile of ashes and charred sticks,
Waiting to be set ablaze once more,
To know the light I used to.
But until then I sit and wait,
Without meaning or purpose,
The temptation to just let the darkness to consume me
Becomes the only thing worth thinking about,
Everything else just seems to fall away
Until one day I spark back to life,
With no reason or warning.
This is my life,
This is who I am,
I am not like fire,
I am fire.
Until one day,
When the darkness wholly consumes me,
The masks are on
And the people are in
No one is out and the streets are clean
Taoiseach is talking but no one listens
Protests are on and people are killing
School is on line and people not showing
Leaving cert is off and people are fuming
I’m not trying hard enough
For things that I love the most
As I play my PlayStation
Instead of working on my education
I should read more!
Try and care more
Because sooner or later
The things I love the most will be out of my reach
And I’ll never live life
The way it should be.
That’s are stupid
thinking “why did I say this?”
That, and the other.
I’d say it to my mother
I’m stupid, I’m a loser
I am my own accuser.
That happened ages ago and don’t matter
And I’m shattered.
I’m 16 years old and I love making music. it’s how I express myself that’s why I choose it.
I’m 16 years old and I’m not going to stop. I’m gonna push, punch, power all the way to the top.
I’m 16 years old and nothing can stop me. Winning my wins and knocking down all ten pins.
I’m 16 years old and by the time I am twenty. I’ll be sitting back relaxing in my money aplenty
I am me,
One plus three
All on our own
What we want to be
Choose between them
I am forced
The Taoiseach takes to the airways,
‘All adults have been vaccinated’,
The Oireachtas are taking to the fairways,
Pints are flowing like Niagra Falls,
Everyone takes to the streets,
No more zoom calls,
Athletes playing on the summer grass,
House parties are a touch of class.
Days are dying,
Like a b c’s,
People are fighting like lighting,
All the hate flying,
Because of being frightened.
As I Walk
As I walk through the fields of green
Nothing for miles nothing to be seen
I try to remember what was once there
Messing about in the fresh air
I see the two trees where
There used to be fair
Where we used to play for
Days and days
Until the cows came and
Told us to go away
Until one day that
Fun was no more
We didn’t play into the night
Or start at dawn
That was the day when
Both grew old
I think back to the days of gold
Now the fair has disappeared
And the cows have gone home
And all that is left
Are the two trees alone
Sand is bland while and where I wear my armband,
I try to float like a boat,
the sea is like a bee that stings,
I think shells are like bells that tell stories,
Surfers are like workers that enjoy what they are doing.
Ice cream is like my bloodstream that is as cool as ice.
The gleam on my face is like a beam of sunshine.
this is my speech on the beach.
Summer nights are bliss
Unless they draw the sword and swing
I hope they miss
But what if they don’t miss do you try to dodge
Or be cut down like the many trees that lived
It’s true words can be sharp like a sword
But I wonder what happens when you take out a shield.
Oh I sit here bored and tired, wired by video games and claiming to be the best at call of duty. Exhausted by schoolwork and frosted by the winter breeze. You could say im a sprinter when I go out. Covid-19 has placed fear in our hearts so hear me out and have a beer handy for the news I tell shall bring you no cheer. We are indoors until the Easter holidays. So keep your keester inside your house and stop the spread of the virus for we will dread the outcome. So stay indoors or go out and pick some iris’s in the gardens of our homes. Keep the gnomes safe and warn them of the storm that comes. The house you stay in is warm and unharmfull. We all shout out in pain at being locked indoors. But use your brain and gain the immunity of staying inside against the deadly virus. We don’t want the reign of terror that a stupid virus can bring.
I am rhyming with my timing
While lying about flying.
I like to gaze at the blaze in my days
I am like a slege in a hedge on their edge