Creative minds
A creative mind can be quick to go dull,
When a mouth of louder opinions decides to take its run,
Telling you it’s not enough, belittling your feelings,
The paper then gets crumpled up, leaving your mind screaming,
Screaming wondering if it’s wrong, or if you should just let it happen,
‘No, there’s no reason to speak up, you’re simply being dramatic’,
But there’s no doubt that those thoughts extinguish a creative spark,
Instead it opens a burning hole, a different type of flaming,
Words turn to ashes as they’re locked behind closed doors,
What happened to validation? Why do crowds no longer soar?
Maybe in an open world, these feelings could be shared,
Creative minds could no longer hide and their talents could meet the air,
But in this time, I cannot find that fate to become likely,
So creative minds will continue to rise, only in their mental sanctuary.
Ego
Nightly ego death, to reset my mind
My brain is blank, words hit like knives
Insults yelled, lines repeated, same old boring things
I don’t get why they say it, it’s boring
You get them alone, they’re nice all of a sudden
It’s weird, they’re weird.
They don’t see other peoples struggle
They barely see their own.
The Loss of Creativity
I am an artist and have been since I was old enough to hold a pencil. It has been my dream job for years upon years.
But as of recently, it seems I may not be able to take that job with the rise of AI. Seeing AI “art” being sold at conventions full of real artists and stealing profit those artists could make, makes my blood boil.
Had someone I thought was a friend tell me that AI will just replace me and I should accept that I can’t change that fact. A friend said that to me. In a world where art has been made since the start of time, it looks like creativity is dying.
Belong
Like a giraffe in a pub
Or a horse in a library
There is always a place
A place you don’t feel as if you belong
From a quiet classroom to a dark street
A feeling like you are being watched
Which isn’t always by a kind eye
“A freak” “A weirdo”
There are so many words
Over a million in English
They will never run out of phrases
They’re the words that get your stomach turning
So why do you struggle to explain
The way you feel and how you’re treated
Find a friend who cares and is considerate
Who listens to your ideas and feelings
With a buddy in your corner
You won’t feel so alone.
Girls’ Girls
Some girls say they’re girls’ girls,
but it’s just words they use.
They smile to your face,
then turn around
and choose to be cruel.
They hype you up out loud,
but tear you down in private.
Their kindness feels fake,
like it’s only there
when others can see it.
Not all girls are like this,
but the ones who are
make it hard to trust.
They pretend to care,
but only care about themselves.
A real girl’s girl
Doesn’t need to say it.
She shows it
when no one’s watching.
If I could speak
I wish I could say what I want to right now
So that I could write this and be gone from this now
This world that I fear wouldn’t want me, right now
I feel I could speak if it was longer ago
Before this return to hate just a few years ago
I had the knowledge but lacked courage but I missed my chance
As I feel like I’m stuck. Progress impaled on a lance
This ridiculous charge over pronouns and regret
I don’t want you to read this out because I’m far from cishet
I’m afraid of some yupbros jumping me on the street
They already scream slurs, and ridicule me
I hate how I feel a need to be anonymous
I’ve found the “save the kids” movements far from eponymous
And I know that I’m lucky for the country I live in
But the other places hate feels ever creeping in
This curse on my body is bleeding me until there is nothing to give
Hope again
I used to live in Donegal
the greenest place in Ireland
I then moved to Kildare after ten years of calling Donegal my home
I felt like my world crumbled
but then I made a friend
hope was shining again.
Keep Trying
The alarm goes off, I want to stay in bed,
School feels heavy inside my head.
Books are hard and days feel long,
I worry about getting things wrong.
Classrooms are loud, time moves slow,
Some days I don’t want to go.
But I keep trying, doing my best,
Hoping tomorrow feels less stressed.
Big Fly Jeep
I walk on the street
And a big Fly jeep comes rolling past me
Honking their horn and scares the bejeesus out of me.
Where do I reside?
My heart, my heart
My eye, my eye
Where do I reside?
Up the hill, down with thrill
Funnelling down with an open spill.
With tears subside, tares upright
Following along the bright light.
Our World
The reality of the world is really such a shame,
As the years go by, the world just seems the same.
The same old horrors, disrespect and sadness,
The way our world works is nothing short of madness.
Growing up
The part of growing up is like how wind is never the same.
It’s constantly changing which might bring you to shame.
Afraid of those who judge and bite,
But you still chase the light.
At the end of the day,
It’s what shapes you into the person you are today.
That’s the reality of growing up.
My Life
I was born on a random day in 2009 to my mam and dad
They have helped me a lot in my life
Especially my friends even though we are slag each other quite a bit
Our deep conversations about life are good.
s’what you are
what you see s’what you are
who you be s’what you are
A Talk Day
I woke up on a Tuesday expecting a work day but instead I got a talk day about being myself with a smile on my face and no work done.
Belong
When I walk into school halls I feel the world is against me with my ADHD and words twist and bend. I’m fighting battles that never seem to end. I’m stronger than the noise, I am where I belong.