Every step I take sinks me deeper,
Like I’m stuck in deep mud,
Surrounded by the darkness.
Things I hear are blurry and faint
Whereas all I see are colours and shapes.
My heads ringing as I give in,
To the horrible depths of mud.
Sinking deeper and deeper,
It caresses and holds me
Like no one ever before.
All Great Things Are Simple
Do you know what it means?
You heard it in an English class a couple times I’m sure.
But how much further have you taken it?
I doubt the word has moved beyond the classroom,
And I doubt it means that much to you.
But have you ever looked at someone and thought
“They are the personification of ‘this’ word”?
I didn’t think so.
Winton Churchill was a wise man, and he once said
“All great things are simple, and many can be expressed in single words; freedom, justice, honour, duty, mercy, hope.”
The same could be said for us.
Humans. Our emotions. Our feelings. Who we fight for and what we believe in.
Purity, strength, defiance, earnest, spite, empathy.
Everyone personifies a word. A word so simple, but so meaningful.
What’s your word? What do you personify? Who are you, and what do you fight for?
You’ll never know if you don’t try
But how hard do you have to try until you know?
How many dark rooms do you have to walk through,
To see all the bright places you’ll go?
The world is your oyster,
The future is yours,
Until the battleship you captain,
Is washed up on shore.
Shoot your shot,
Give it a go,
But when do you draw the curtain,
Of the final show?
Sit and Hope
At my desk I sit and hope
That my changing body will cope
With all the pressure society has
To post a picture in thongs and bras
Although I can’t stand to look
At all my cracks and every nook
That boys who love them oh so dearly
And ask without a second thought too freely
I’d like to think the world would change
But I am yet to see those lovely days
When people care for who makes you smile
And all the people who go the extra mile
It’s not about what’s underneath
Or who can be the most discreet
It’s all about what in your chest
About who can bring out your best
Not all Men
Not all of us is what they always say
But when I watch the news today
I see the victim take the villain to court
Only to be told her skirt was too short
You wonder why were all too scared
But yet we speak aloud and no-one cares
We’re told that it was our own doing
That we were asking for it with our moving
We dance, were wrong
We drink, were wrong
We’re reminded of the things we already knew
And it makes us question what can we do?
So when you say not all men
Who are the people doing it then?
Send my soul to heaven,
My body to the ground,
Can’t go on without you,
Yet cannot stand to have you around.
You were everything to me,
Now you’re just a thought,
A memory weighing heavy,
A love forever lost.
Submitting applications for a secondary school,
Having had a confirmation and only after then you’ll,
Develop a sense of what its like to be bolder,
But I’m still not learning what it is to get older.
Arriving at the gates and the futures wide open,
The years fly past and I am still hoping,
But now there is knowledge and I am its holder,
But I’m still not learning what it is to be older.
And as this happens the world continues to burn,
People cry out for help while others only yearn,
Groups of people under suppression,
Those in power provide no discretion,
I’ve seen the world grow colder,
And only now I know what faces me when I grow older.
Boys on bikes whistle as you walk by
You’re heart starts pounding, you want to die
“Well girl, you’re looking good”
You walk a bit faster, and put up your hood
They laugh and sneer as they cycle by
You calm yourself down, there’s no need to cry
They’re just boys, so stupid and rude
Why do they do it? It’s just so cruel
The Ocean Whistled
The ocean whistled
While the butterflies fluttered
Away in the sky
Flying up high
No worries are near
When the issue of fear
Has long gone the clouds above
Soaring high like a dove
Though I do have doubts in my mind
Of the life I ‘ought to find
I sing a song of utter cheer
As I know my butterfly is near
As I sat in the car on that cold Wednesday afternoon
I wondered to myself why the mood was so unsettling
Until that moment came when I got the terrible news, that my grandad had passed
I never thought the day would come so soon but by the time it had sank in,
I was staring into the blue moon.
But now today I remember all the lovely memories we shared
He will always be there in my heart forever
Love is worthwhile
You choose the love you think you deserve
Love was so different back then
Now we sit here waiting for a message from “the one”
Love is being there through time times
Not leaving after one argument
Loving someone because of who they are
Not what they look like
Love is supposed to be fun and passionate
Nothing is Real
When I turn away,
I feel that the rest of the world is gone,
Not in the self obsessed way,
Just like nothing is real I can’t be wrong,
I can’t comprehend the fact there is life before or after me,
I don’t believe anything exists outside of my brain apart from what I feel,
It is an illusion a made up world it can’t just be free,
Nothing is real.
A Fine Line
They said to write a poem
To write from the heart
And write from the soul
Speak the truth about what makes you, you
Oh so simple but easier said than done
From years of being told how to act and what to do
Be polite, and in that dress do not run
Don’t talk back
speak up don’t ignore me
Smile and laugh
but no not like that
So I’m trying to write a poem from the soul
But it’s a fine line between the real me and the me I’ve been told
Under Lock and Key
The world under lock and key
For god knows how many years to be
Waiting eagerly for this to end
So together we can be once again
Staring out the window day after day
Looking at the same tall trees sway
Lying on the bed staring at the ceiling
Creating some alternative reality
Strumming softly on the strings of a guitar
While I hum a tune gazing at the stars
As I head to lay down for the night
I dream of a carefree world
The Quiet Space
The quiet space in my room,
Keeps me from impending doom,
Alone and safe no fear within,
Until I step outside, head in a spin.
Heart pumping through my chest,
Men’s eyes on me leaving me stressed,
I’m not. A prize to be won,
To them I’m just a hit and run.
Life in Quarantine
I didn’t know what the word ‘quarantine’ was,
Until the year 2020,
Other words we quickly learned,
Were ‘lockdown’ and ‘unprecedented’,
‘Social distancing’ and ‘flatten the curve’,
Were used every day in the news.
I swear if I ever hear these again,
I’m going to blow a fuse!
In the beginning, it was kind of nice,
Not getting up early for school,
But as the days lingered and I missed my friends,
I realised this wasn’t so cool,
I started to think about learning new skills,
What would excite my interest,
Music or baking, cooking or painting,
There’s lots of ideas on Pinterest!
Oh, for a handshake, a hug or a kiss,
These are the things that I really do miss,
To go shopping with friends and buy something new,
Now I’m at home and there’s nothing to do.
2020 was a hectic year,
With little fun and little cheer,
But one thing that I know for sure,
The scientists will find a cure,
So here’s to 2021,
A year that will surely be more fun!
My mental health is driving me insane,
I know it’s just me,
I’m the one to blame.
The thoughts that flow through my head daily,
Telling me not to keep going,
Or telling me to just try to be me.
Or is it today’s society,
Telling me how imperfect I am,
Highlighting my insecurities.
Everyone has a different perspective of me,
Everyone else seems to have found their own identity.
I’m just waiting.
Waiting until something falls into place,
Waiting to find a sense of belonging.
Why is this world so unfair?
Boys will be boys that’s what they say
Girls are judged for every move they make
Day after day.
Your skirt is too short,
You wear too much makeup
The shaming and judgement is never ending
So just go by the rules that you take up.
Lying on the rough floors
With bruised knees
Bleeding through, waist deep
With her pale skin and shaking hands
Staring at her reflection
Not recognising the tearful eyes
Of the once cheerful girl
Who couldn’t part with a smile
Dizzy head and blurred eyes
A step forwards to the white light
Crashing back to the rough floor
As the stars begin to fade
A young girl’s dreamed crushed
And it’s all because
She’s throwing up serotonin
In the middle of her bathroom floor
Falling asleep on her childhood keeps
As she lays wide awake
Thinking of all her flaws
Faces peering up at her
Expecting the best from that poor sweet mess
Who can’t even decide
If she even make it past that bathroom floor
We’re all throwing up acetylcholine
Clutching onto how we felt
Before the feelings came and faded
Adrenaline rushes never felt so dull,
The highs only ever lasting a day
Fingertips gone cold
With a heart frozen in gold
Just take her back to the good old days
Where her love didn’t feel so numb
Because she’s throwing up serotonin
Lying awake as her heart beats fakes
In the middle of her bathroom floor.
I thought I had a dream,
But really I’m just part of this government scheme.
What do I want to be?
What does the future really hold for me.
I’m told dreams are hard,
But when I want to chase them I am not even sent a good luck card.
Does no one else have a dream?
Why can’t we be brave and chase them like a team.
Am I good enough,
They all say life is tough.
Who am I?
I don’t know but I will still try.
My biggest fear in life is regret,
I don’t want to fail and be welcoming death.
So no matter what I will keep going,
Even though all the flaws of this harsh society keeps showing.
I will get my dream,
Wondering down this unknown stream.
Of finding myself and becoming mature,
It is so hard but I welcome that sweet torture.
I am reserved, quiet, shy
He too is like me
But he has a girlfriend
Who by the way is very unkike me
She is kinda emo and therefore is deemed cool.
She has bleached hair, drinks and wears self
Is this why she has a man?
I am the polar opposite to her.
I have virgin hair and have not yet sipped from red plastic cups.
Although with this being said, I truely believe that there is a man somewhere out there for me.
Waking up in time to log into another teams call
My screen time increasing by the day
My patience on the other hand feeling quite small
It’s like I want to do or go somewhere different but I don’t know the way
My only option left is to pray
For days when we see each other and don’t have to stay away
Hopefully that day isn’t too far a stray
But until then we will just have to say
We will get the vaccine someday
I Been Given
The baby of three,
Shrunken hand me downs,
With two holes on the knee,
The last one left,
Mousey brown and freckled frown
All but one has flown the nest,
My turn to be different from the rest
They made me who I am today,
And for that I am grateful,
To waste this life, this chance I’ve been given,
Well, that would be just shameful
We Are Connected
From the plains of Africa
To the bog-lands of Galway
We are connected by the sphere above us
Which will forever shine
Even if we have no hope
People say these are the best years of your lives
We hope to find our soulmate
But we’ve to be home “about eight”
I can’t tell you how much this lockdown affects us,
We can’t see our friends, or even hop on a bus.
Corona Virus has limited us in so many ways,
I haven’t left my house in several days!
I hope this ends in time for summer,
Otherwise, it’ll be such a bummer.
When legendary boys stand around and strut,
While doing the same as the so-called slut.
Why are we surprised that these peoples brains are the size as the point of a pin,
When this is the society we grew up in.
My eyes have closed,
And for once it can be seen,
Yours open wide,
I had thought they were green.
My life is a mess
My head is stressed
These quarantine days have no end in sight
It might even have worse than blight
These online classes are dull and dreary
And summer days look bright and teary
Cooped up in our houses for weeks on end
But once summer is here I’ll stay for from my bed
First Day of School
First day of school, I didn’t know what to expect,
Now I’m in TY, I couldn’t have expected less,
From classes, to friends, to sports and fun,
I don’t think I could forget some of the things we have done
I take part in hobbies and sports I don’t enjoy,
I did at one stage before I hit my teens
Long before my life consisted of only looking at a screen.
I miss the days of playing on the road,
To be called in for supper, only to find that it was already cold.
My life is boring but it’s also a stress,
I long for the days where I could still walk around looking like a mess.
Life was so easy, and I suppose I just didn’t see how easy my life was
When I was around the age of three.
Lockdown brings stress
And causes such mess
I wish it would all go away
I just wish to let go
And flow with the flow
And leave all the trouble behind
How I wish to be in a classroom each day
Instead of just sleeping til noon
I just want it gone
And the coronavirus done
I wish I wish I wish
Watching football was entertaining
Now with no fans it is just draining
With no atmosphere
No cheer for a goal
Loud and clear hear the captains roar
To push their teammates on to score
Trophies to be won, matches to be lost
Fans just want to be back at any cost
Clock is ticking
Like a countdown
Moments until another lockdown
Squirming in your thoughts
A national lockdown
Lockdown is bad
Making people mad
Just isn’t that cool
Hearing about all the deaths
Just makes people depressed
Hopefully this summer
Won’t be a bummer