Art by Lynn MacPherson https://jamartprints.com/artist/lynn-macpherson/
Goldie
This is my poem about Goldie.
She is an oldie.
Goldie is my number one.
She has silky golden scales, shining in the summer sun.
In the tiny bowl she swims all day.
She never gets out to play.
She sometimes gets stinky until I clean.
I wash the bowl and she feels seen.
She lived for many years on my windowsill, planning her escape.
She soared out of the bowl, not all heroes wear capes.
She is happy
Now in the toilet.
Repetitive
Every day I wake up and go to school
Every day I do work for teachers
Every day I stick to a timetable
Going to each class forgetting what we did the week before
Every day I go home as normal
Every day I have a nap to pass time
Every day is repetitive and boring
But every day I don’t complain
I don’t complain about the repetition
I don’t complain about forgetting everything
I don’t complain about anything
I just do it.
Stand Up
Men are made out macho mask and insults No More
Strength is measured by cruelty and rang No More
Masculinity is closing your heart and becoming stone No More
Emotions and weakness are shameful No More
Being humble is a sin No More
Masculinity makes you into monster No More
Harming people and making people feel small makes you big No More
I will stand for toxic masculinity No More!
Fragmented
That is the word I would use to describe myself.
I see five different people when I look at myself,
Five different feelings
I see an easily excitable, happy girl, who just wants to run around and have fun.
I see an angry girl, who just wants to release her anger, her pain, on the world.
I see an anxious girl, who is scared to do anything in fear of rejection or hurt.
I see a miserable girl, who just wants to hide away in her room, away from the world.
I see a caring girl, who wants to help people feel better because she cannot.
Five different feelings
Five different fragments
But in the end, they all connect to make one girl.
A Bittersweet Moment
There are moments in life that I will never forget.
From when I first saw him to when I first held his hand.
I remember when I laid my head on his chest and could hear is heart racing.
I remember thinking maybe this is why you put me through all that.
He made up for the fact he hurt me time and time again.
But I learnt to trust.
I dread thinking the day he will turn into a memory.
I will no longer hear his laugh or get to see his smile.
I wouldn’t go to bed dreaming about him about us.
But even if he does turn into a memory
He will be the most bittersweet one.
You Are Not Your Past
It took my a while to realise
I am not unloved
Sure , my past is
But I am not
Because I am more then my trauma
And I deserve more then Iv been given
Together
Whatever I do feels wrong
I have decided I don’t belong
I would like to meet you again,
My favourite humane.
Poetry
I feel frustration.
I don’t care what anyone has to say about this.
It’s not a format I like.
It means NOTHING to me!
It gets to the point where I want to gouge my *expletive* eyes out.
I came here to learn how to be creative in my writing, not become Dr Seuss overnight!
Heartbreak
There are moments in life that I will never forget.
From when I first saw him to when I first held his hand.
I remember when I laid my head on his chest and could hear is heart racing.
I remember thinking maybe this is why you put me through all this
He made up for the fact he hurt me time and time again.
but I learnt to trust.
I dread thinking the day he will turn into a memory.
I will no long hear his laugh or get to see his smile.
I wouldn’t go to bed dreaming about him about us.
But even if he does turn into a memory
he will be the most bitter sweet one.
Aim high
in your dreams
Because you don’t know what you will see
See whatever you want to be
Want it enough to become reality
The big dog gets the carrot
Bet with some tarot
Gambling takes lives
Our lives matter.
Untitled
Girls can be snakes
Boys can be rats
A match made in heaven
Feeding each other with venom
It’s so toxic but great
It’s not a metaphor
It’s teenage relationships.
Dreamer,
Aim high in your dreams
Because you don’t know what you will see
See whatever you want to be
Want it enough to become reality
The big dog gets the carrot
Bet with some tarot
Gambling takes lives.
SPAIN IS BETTER THAN IRELAND
Spain is the best country in Europe
Because is the biggest part
Of the earth’s heart
And the people who are smart.
When people read my poem they put ugly face
But I’m from Spain and that means that I’m the best.
Return
My g
Don’t you see
You are the best
You have the zest
So far away
In the US of A
Come back dear
Me miss you so.
Whatever I do
feels wrong
I have decided I don’t belong
I would like to meet you again,
My favourite humane.
Tallaght
a place of people getting killed
the biggest kip in all the field
all the groups on the road
or vaping smoking you’ll never know
fella , birds , moths or girls
fellas asking for a twirl
always asking for a feek
or even a feel or can they peek