We Are All Made of Supernovas
Sort of like a stormy box?
Like a window lock (it’s locked)
Like a cat chasing its chewed up scraps of yarn,
As both the chicken and the fox
When the knocking knocker knocks
Upon the door outside my birthplace (yes, a barn).
Hailing from the clouds
(Not like angels, more like rain)
Spreading poisoned seeds from near until the far,
Until a wilting forest blooms
Upon its shoulders, more wood ruins
Because a critic’s biggest critic is their star.
Being Human
Being human is getting a present from a person you love and the joy when you realise they thought of you
Being human is breaking down in your room after a lomg week of pushing through with a smile and telling everyone your feeling alright
Being human is looing your breath while staring into the eyes of the boy you love with your whole heart
Being human is stressing over getting somewhere on time while trying to get yourself and others ready
Being human is climbing a tree to remember what being a child is like
Being human is helping someone while needing help yourself
Being human is what makes life beautiful and embracing the good and the bad in you.
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A teenage girl in Ireland’s air,
With long brown hair and freckles fair.
She walks the roads with hope and pride,
Feeling the rain and ocean’s tide.
Under the sky so vast and blue,
She dreams of places old and true.
Her heart is free, her spirit bold,
In Ireland’s air, her story’s told.
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I’ve been drowning, In a sea
I don’t know a beach or a tree
My hands get pruned, unrecognisable
I look at them, and say
“Who is that, whos you?”
I float and float just to see
lots and lots of water between me and what could be
the water is engulfing, flooding my ears and mind
I can’t seem to find the right time
to just pull out the pull on the bathtub
and let my reflection die along with it.
Being Different is Being Me
Though I feel drawn to you,
Like the strength of string is pulling me into the forbidden sea,
Nothing can feel more foreboding than the threats that lie ahead.
There have been curses put upon us,
Eyes that seek solence in torture,
The eyes that see, turn blind,
As if to say, “The future to see is not for our eyes to see”.
People talk as if we don’t exist,
The chatter, the murmuring, the silence
All erupt as we roam the area we’ve known for so long.
I don’t even recognize anything,
Anymore,
Knowing that change is inevitable,
What change does is what we should fear the most.
So even though I feel drawn to you,
Like wanting to never miss a beat,
All we can do is admire one another from a far.
I still feel your heart in mine,
And will always know,
Without you, life would have been as dull and dark as it used to be.
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I walk on this path with alone
Woes and sorrows befall me which I bare on my own,
Stagger and limp is all I can manage
And listen to words that damage,
Though I know once I’m home
I won’t be alone
With travelers akin to me
For mercy I don’t have to plea
Words Hurt
You say that words can’t hurt me,
And yet they always do,
You say “it isn’t personal”
but I know that it’s not true.
Whether it’s about my looks or the way I feel,
The words they always sting,
I am the way that I am and I don’t plan on changing,
I prefer the real me not what you try tell me to be
And that will always makes me Proud
but for once I want the words to quiet down and just stop being so Loud.
Father
When my father was a teenager, he was given a choice. Stay with a severely abusive foster or be separated from his older brother. He chose to stay with his brother, knowing that the abuse would continue.
Throughout his life, he had lived with his biological mother, his grandmother, countless foster families and in care homes. The only constant he ever had was his brother and he couldn’t imagine living without him. Even if it meant having a better life for himself.
In my fifteen years of living, my father has never once raised his voice at me or made me doubt my safety. He has always been there for me and my siblings, and he has always done what his father never did.
Everyday
I ate on Sunday and felt full
You don’t eat on Monday because you feel down
On Tuesday I don’t eat because I was distracted
I didn’t either on Wednesday either for I was too tired
On Thursday I have a small snack to keep me going
So Friday I skip my meals for I wasn’t home
Saturday I start to feel the hunger build up but I still didn’t eat
On Sunday I had a four course meal and felt full
This isn’t about food.
If you only eat on Sundays you will starve
God is everyday not just Sunday.
Bruised Heart
My heart is bruised. That’s what usually scares them away the first time. I’m to clingy, I’m a mess. I worry to much about what people think of me and the grades I get at school.I worry to much about Because my heart is bruised, it’s easy to hurt.I want you’re attention, I want feel handsome. I want you to say I’m handsome. And I get insecure sometimes about whether you really like me someone as broken as me. I know I can be a lot to handle but, a bruised heart is the softest to hold.
You
You make me feel seen,
You make me feel heard,
When I’m with you I feel less concern
You make me feel sad,
You make me feel disbelief,
When I’m not with you I feel much relief*
You make me feel scared,
You make me feel shy,
When I see you I feel I might just die
You make me feel embarrassed,
You make me feel shame,
Why do you always give me the blame.
Dreams
I spend most my hours, thinking quite deep,
Staring into space or some blank paper,
To think of things I’m fond of,
Comics, movies, drawing, are what I like,
Not the typical male of today.
I hate being stared at, it feels like
A spotlight has found me on a plain and open stage.
I love to listen to music, as I sink into thought
To dreams of my hopes, of so very many
That I hope I’ll reach, through thick and through thin.
Grandad
When you enter the room and it so dark
Not a sound around not even a mouse
You walk towards bed where your grandad slept
Just lying there gone and dead
You want to scream and shout
But nothing comes out bar a little tear
Wishing you had said goodbye the night before.
My Reality
My reality is one of a distant humans
I see too much, think too much
The way she looks shows im boring
The way he sighs is a sign
of just how much i dont know
of what ill never know
So i sit and think and wonder
While this time passes me by
yet again.
I Come From
I come from a single parent house
I come from a poor mother
I come from flying back and forward
I come from a family who doesnt like each other
I come from moving everytime
I come from have to make new friends.
Human
I am human
not because I breathe or because my heart beats
but because I am alive
I make mistakes
I contradict what people think I should be
I’m never the same minute to minute
I look to improve and I hope things don’t change,
I feel emotion
I hurt people
but they hurt me
I feel regret and guilt
I apologies
but I rationalize
I scream and shout if I’m not heard
I go quite when I feel ashamed
I am human I can’t stay the same.
We Are All the Same in the End
I come from anger.
It courses deep inside the rivers which are my veins
I’ve hated girls who gave me dirty looks, boys commenting on my body, red cars speeding past me and shouting disgusting comments, old men winking at me from their trucks, girls who fight for male attention and talk badly of their own friends. I’ve hated hate.
One thing I have realized over time is how we all come from the same place.
We are all born with hate pushed onto us from the second we take our first breath but we fail to see that the same way we all hate, we all love.
The nasty girl down the road who always laughs at you with her friends, is obsessed with the same show as you.
The rude for nothing boy in your class has a weak spot for babies just like you do.
The judgemental old lady sees her daughters in you and wishes she could’ve showed them a better love.
We are all the same in the end, connected by the hate and the love that keeps our hearts beating.
Love is Confusing
Love is confusing
One day u think u ur over them
Next day all u want is them
I think the hardest thing about love
Is someone who doesn’t love u back
Knowing they won’t ever feel the same way
Then thinking of u as a ‘Bestfriend’
But u thinking of them as more than words can describe
It feels like ur being suffocated
By the back of ur mind
Knowing u can’t hold her
Knowing she won’t love u back
Knowing u can’t live without her.
Remembering
I stay awake at night remembering the good old days,
Remembering how fun the days were
How simple they were
No stress at all
Now everything is dumped on me
Having to worry about to get a job
Be good in school
I just want to revisit those days.
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I come from a small town,
I come from a town where no one is the same,
I come from a town where everyone tries to be alike,
I come from a town where one street individuality is alive and the next everyone is the same,
I come from a town where secondary schools prefabs are the norm,
I come from a town where the pubs are always alive,
I come from a town where it is all the same,
I come from a town where it need to be changed.
ECC
We sit in the room, thinking about the crossroad
All the whilst our toilets explode
Their stinky water floods the halls
And all the lads draw cock and balls
The time ticks down on the clock
While the tables get filled with cocks
Bobby Little spends his time
Watching it go down like a dime
Paidi spends his time mitching
and Henry sleeps because his last name is Mitchell
Gojo (Brannon) is the strongest
All because he sleeps the longest!
That is our crew in ECC
Because we have so much originality.
From
I come from Ireland and Australia
I come from a football family
I come from an athletic family
I come from Kildare
I come from BBC United
I come from Enfield Community College
I come from a big garden
I come from a good family.
With a Glance
With a glance of the wall
a stare at the board
nothing can make me concentrate
nothing can stop me snore
this place isn’t for me
its not like it will ever be
its all plain the wall, the roof the floor and the door
nothing in this place looks fun
but yet I still love it here.
I Am a Girl
I am a girl,
So I am a bitch,
I am a girl,
So I’m not allowed to say certain things a boy can,
I am a girl,
So I slut shame other girls out of jealousy,
I am a girl,
I don’t feel worthy unless I look the part,
I am a girl