Life like a glass
My life is like a glass
I try to take love from the ones I pass
Some fill theirs like they fill theirs with drink
Some with sorrow, some go down the sink
Some get stuck with their drink spiked
And some end up dead with their drink stabbed with a pike
Some glasses go together
But this is hard to see
Because some relationships aren’t meant to be
And I may not be everyone’s glass of iced tea
But I know that when I find the man for me
I’ll be his shot of whiskey.
A Broken Symphony
I know that the world can be,
like a broken symphony
But you lose your grasp on light.
Barely keeping your dreams alive.
But you know the thing in life, is that we need the darkest nights.
To have a clear sight, we get it wrong to see the right.
Clouds in the sky, making shapes.
Follow what you see.
Kites in the sky
Sailing on the wave.
How to Be
If only I wasn’t told how to dress
If only I wasn’t told how to look
If only I wasn’t told how to act
I could be myself without getting judged by the book
The book of lies that we are told everyday so we can grow up and fit into society’s standards
The book that judges women due to them not fitting into a certain standard
The book that will haunt women for the rest of their life.
A Lonely Night
A lonely night a lonely fight
A lonely friend a lonely end
The Day you open the lonely door
The day that you feel lonely no more
Will be the night you walk out the door
The door that you closed yourself inside
Where all the dirty people who lied
Will never take a peak will never take a step
The door that keeps you lonely and sad
When opened might not be so bad
They told me when I grew up I’d be a loner
They said I’d be a lonely loner
But I finally opened the door
And now I’m lonely no more
Walk Alone
Every time I walk alone,
I keep looking back,
Turning my head with hope,
Hope that no man’s behind me
Hood down, holding onto his phone tightly.
No matter the looks or face,
If I see any man behind me, I walk away
It’s more of a gut feeling I would say,
Even if I know him,
I don’t trust him.
Being Human
About being human
means your either living or fuming
We all think that life is as easy as eating melons
but in reality it all ends at 7
Once you start realising people come and go in your life
You start living everyday with constant rife.
I Wander
Just as i wander
Every man and woman walks
Stealthily, staying under the radar
Unforgiving and all alone
Stooping to new lows to not be known
Indifferent of those around them
Striking others with words
Love is what we need and we need to be aware
Overflowing forgiveness and kindness
Repeated acts of care
Determined to help the world with sacrafice and grace and let everyone know you’re there
To understand
I don’t think anyone understands what being human is. Being human can be crying because your hair doesn’t turn out how you wanted it to, not being able to go out with your friends because you need to babysit your sibling, laughing along at a joke aimed at you but bursting into tears one the pillow hits your head. Being human is what you make of difficult situations.
School
I hate school so much
My only favourite time is lunch
I hate maths so much like the og burst
School is so boring all i can see is the rain pouring
Moyross is where I’m from you can’t change my mind
I’m always on the grind
When I walk through them doors i feel proud
Why are teachers so loud
Goodbye thanks
In Between the Boxes
Too feminine for men and too masculine for women
Searching for an in between in this black and white place
The gray disappears while colour emerges
Finding my people who are nothing like me
Small, large, dark, and light but the real connections come from within
But the company I truly need
Will never be found here
Never truly found, never truly lost.
Belonging
I come from Ireland and Norway,
I come from a good home with hurt family,
I come from all black clothes and too much eyeliner,
From bright colours and too many accessories,
I come from my ways of thinking and understanding,
I come from my impulsive decisions and misunderstandings,
I come from English and Irish and Norwegian and Spanish and Korean,
I come from music and maths and drawing and singing and dancing,
I come from trying to be normal and fit in,
I come from embracing my differences and being a safe space,
I come from my mistakes and become my successes,
I come from nothing and I become myself,
I come from pain and I will become peace and help,
I am still becoming and that takes time,
And that’s what makes it beautiful.
Different
I hate how everything must be the same,
I hate how the different must be tamed.
I hate how to try means only symphonies of cries,
but above it all a black cover of lies.
I love the non normal the weird the wow,
How different everyone could be when not held down.
I love when I don’t have to lie and when everyone else is different than I.
Orientation
Sitting in school, going by my day
Haven’t a clue what to say,
Enjoying myself during class
While staring out the window glass,
Watching the cars glide by
Thinking about how homework makes me cry,
Happy school has ended
Walking home happy oriented.
Looking Glass
Am I a mirror?
Do you see in me a part of yourself that you want to shut out?
Does it scare you when I can smile and laugh and cry because my liberation means your jailing?
Does it mean that the lies you were told were lies all along and you weren’t going crazy thinking that the others were wrong?
Does it scare you that I’m alive?
I’m alive?
Does it scare you that I’m more of a person than you?
Because I learned to lift up the mask and smile and laugh and cry?
Can you cry?
Are you afraid to?
Are you afraid to look in the mirror that is my face and realise that maybe being on the borderline isn’t so bad?
Are you afraid to realise that women are people?
Can you laugh?
Are you afraid to?
Are you afraid when I cry, laugh, smile?
Are you afraid when there’s nothing on my face because it means you lost yourself?
Are you afraid to tell me I’m wrong, that I’m fundamentally misguided because deep down, you know it’s untrue?
Are you afraid to pray?
Will God answer you?
Does my confidence slowly degrade you like the rusting of a roof?
Can you smile?
Are you afraid to?
Can you send ‘love you’ to your friends and mean it?
Can you look at me and realise that life is more than an image?
Are you afraid of living?
Because you seem to be.
Because I’m looking in the mirror when I see you.
Te Be Me
To be me is to stand out
To not be what everyone expects
To be different
I am the one no one asks about
I am the sister of, the daughter of, the friend of
Never the one
To be me is to fall down rabbit holes
And to place the record on the record player
To watch the films that no one watches
And give it five stars
I am the one who likes unique things
The older music
The strange films
And the fascinating people
To be me is to know that I’m here
That I escaped the tough times that dragged me down
And took my everything away
But now my everything is back
And it’s here to stay
Whispers
Throughout my life I’ve hear things
Things I know that aren’t true
Yet they still keep me up at night
Things that means nothing to them but the world to me
Walking out, expecting something
Something rude and snarky
I keep my head down and stay quiet
And wait for tomorrow to take me.
Through my Eyes
View the world through my eyes,
you’re on a stage, the spotlight shining directly onto you.
You feel everyone’s eyes on you but once you finally get the courage to look out, the audience’s heads are turned the other way. Their eyes go through you instead of to you.
But the pressure still stays.
Daily Routine
Up and out the door, cycling to school, hands are scarlet and cheeks are cherry,
Fingers feeling numb by the tingling pain that the cold shares,
Ice grows across the frosty land, giving a grating sound from the shredded tires,
The chains click and groan, as my legs ache with push,
Finally, I arrive into the baking building where students are soaked with sweat,
Teachers shout and chase you around and forces you to focus on their bland lessons,
Finally at the end of the day, everyone leaves the scorching school and repeats our incessant routine once again.
Picture This
Picture life
picture him
picture her
picture you
I don’t know you picture
can you paint your picture
can you show me all the Joy
the paint the sadness
and madness picture life
in reverse .
Sunset Street
What we call a “town” is a street.
A street made from honesty and good intention from the unsung heroes we pass everyday.
And yet it fell down
Not by the hands of man who made it
But by the chaos that the universe requires
Why should we blame the chaos?It was always inevitable
But it’s wrath will only grow when we put it behind us
Even though this town might have fallen,it’s foundation remains
And we can rebuild by seeing the chaos instead of leaving it be
Finding yourself
Is a never ending journey
Sometimes we stray from the path
Don’t ever live someone else’s dream
You are living now, pick a star and catch it
You will find yourself in the jump
Routine
A routine to follow every day,
Where everything always stays the same,
With ways to act
and ways to be,
To dress, to look like, and to speak,
If even one falls off the line,
They’re treated badly their whole life,
And when they’ve grown,
they’ll realise,
That this routine was all a lie.
Girl Talk
I hate how women over sexualise themselves and men feed into it,
I hate how men lie and women feed into it.
I hate the mold in both meals and the fact neither are a substantial serving.
You’re supposed to peel the skin before you eat, but that can be messy and time consuming, so you’ll just avoid it all together.
The tough, thick skin you were to scared to be the one to peel is what ruined what the meal could’ve been. It could’ve been soft and gentle to cut, but no one wants to be the first to check.
Alexithymia
My mind is a simple canvas
Taking inspiration from everything
Reflecting nothing
Stealing what it cannot create
Mimicking those it admires
But still it runs
A machine of perfection
Nothing is understood
Emotions are unknown presents
Hiding under layers of wrapping paper
Able to be found
But never experienced
Empathy is too much
Every thought is considered
Flashing quickly
Too fast to comprehend
Slow enough to get the gist
Making shapes out of nothing
Forming simple thoughts
Then amplifying them
Leaving them go
Twisting blankness into something
Logic melds everything
Making sense
Where it is not apparent
God, alexithymia is annoying
To Be
What it means to be me
That’s a question I want to know
Am I someone who can be free
Or someone who still needs to grow
I say I’m weak but I want to be strong
I act smart but I’m always wrong
I want to be better, become what I want to be
I try to be great but there always someone better than me
I know it’s sad but it’s who I am that fine
I’ll except it and be who I am and have a good time
Limerick
Born and bred
I swear everyone who lives here
constantly bangs there head
rude comments sneering faces
tracksuits and shame
constantly in pain
limerick city the place I live
the place I love
i wish there were better things to dream of.
The Day Today
Over fifteen years I’ve had many fears
There is one thing I know
Something in which I’ve always been told
Since I’ve been ten years old
No point worrying about tomorrow
Because in the end the days will come and go.
Boom Boom Boom
The sound of the music blocking the noise out
My thoughts leaving like water out of a spout
The feeling of loneliness leaving quite swiftly
The feeling of happiness returning quite quickly
I feel, I breathe, I live, I smile
A feeling I haven’t felt in awhile
I feel content more than I did before
The music turns off, I don’t feel it anymore.
Dancing Shows
I come from being 3 years old
in Irish dancing shoes
to rugby boots in muddy pitches.
I come from Garryown
to the posh side of town. I
come from chicken nuggets
and chips to sunday roasts.
PS Game Junky
I was born in Limerick but I live in Meelick,
Going abroad and never be sick,
Primary school in Clare,
Always in the sportswear,
Constantly on the PlayStation,
Living in this great nation.
Skin Fades
I come from skin fades , wet soggy soccer pitches on a Saturday morning, I come from the packed gym , I come from my quiet bedroom, I come from Texas, I come from Saturday night take always and Sunday afternoon roasts, I come from new cloths , I come from going for runs, I come Glendale lawn, I come from Geraldines at heart , I come from the 304 bus, I come from pasta , I come from chicken nuggets, i come from my PlayStation.
Limerick
A city of two faces
One side has beauty the other full of chases
Everyone wants to be someone they aren’t
Tougher than what they actually are
God I hate Limerick
Every second person carrying blades
Fight with someone your told to count your days
But god I love Limerick
A city full of pride and passion of where your from
I wouldn’t change the place I’d call home
Heritage
My parents are from South America. I remember as a child people were always a bit weird about having people of different race or religion in their school. It was a very rural school. Sometimes the comments that would be made, made me insecure but my siblings would also experience this worse as they got to secondary school. Bullying got worse for them. They found their escapes from this for my sister it was art for my brother it was music. I quickly picked up on this and now I can’t imagine my life or future without doing something related to music and art. Times have changed and people grow,there are more races spread around the country and seeing other people from different backgrounds makes me more confident in myself and makes me think of how some people have come so far even if you don’t know their story.
Did I eat?
Did I chew? Food, all I think about is you,
Wether it’s mushy or crunchy, if I don’t eat I’ll get real punchy,
Sweet sour or savoury, I can go to my favourite bakery,
No food puts me in a mood, I will get very rude
Baguette with butter or nude, chilli crackers put me in a good mood.
Food this is my love letter to you, ps fibre makes you poo.
Sleep Deprived
I hate not being allowed to sleep
I hate being forced to work
I hate being forced to listen to boring lectures on stuff I’ll never use
But most importantly I love for this to be my only anger
Be You
To be who you want is difficult
nowadays
but to be free is a choice of sacrifice.
You have to be resilient to this generation
and continue to be who you want to be
because your life is yours
and none shall take it from you
exempt the elden ring.
A lot of the time
I feel like I have to cage my emotions when I’m around people I know and get on with because when ever I did really do it they made fun of me and you are seen as weak or probably in there eyes feminine/homosexual ,therefore most of the time I express my emotions of my own where it be saying it out loud or as mad as it sounds I may even speak to my dog and sometimes even cry and that is why I may seem like the quiet ,strong silent type or even tough and another thing is im not great with women and therefore when ever I seem to express my emotions for wanting love I can even be slagged
The things I hate
would be a lot of things
such as arsenal fc and Chelsea fc
They’re are people I hate but I won’t name anyone
All thought I do like a lot people
Those I hate probably hate me too
But that does not bother me at all
I like Tottenham even though they’re terrible
I can’t wait for another season of just coming mid table
It’s always the same but I never changes my love for them
Extra Ordinary
I wouldn’t say I’m extraordinary at anything in life, a jack of all trades is exactly what I am. My friends would describe me as funny, just that. And it is my fault because I don’t really give a damn. I don’t listen in class as much as I should and I wish that I could. But I don’t mind that I’m not the smartest, even though it won’t get me the farthest I like that I’m funny and that I make people laugh for that makes me feel good
I am born in Limerick
A city filled with weed,
With men who hate each other,
And women who hate themselves.
A city filled with problems,
Dumps and garbage,
And cuts and bandages,
But this is my home.
Growing up
I had to deal with struggles from having adhd and anger issues
I used to have fits and meltdowns because I wasn’t getting the help I needed
During primary there were times where other students would be afraid of me
I was outcasted at times
It took a few years for me to get the help I needed
As the years went on things got easier and I was able to get along with people more
The raising of others
Some are raised with gold clips in their hair
Others are brought up with friend’s in hell
Some are raised family’s in tears
Others are raised with no sort of care
Some are raised with big ambitions to chase
Others are told there dreams are not to care
In my Life
In my life, I have come across a lot of things,
Some I like and some I hate,
I like hanging out with my friends,
But I hate when they act the fool, the hard man,
I like when us as people have great fun all together,
But I hate when someone is not included because they are different,
I like when we all work together in groups for an assignment,
But when someone doesn’t bother it makes me go mad,
I like a lot of things, but I hate just as much,
We all do and that’s alright.
TY
Waking up is a mission.
Heading in an expedition.
For what do I sit on my hole.
I dream of a way to ail my wail.
I look to my right a person I do not rate.
This school is a mess.
But yet I cannot fess.
I was born
in Limerick but I live in Meelick,
Going abroad and never be sick,
Primary school in Clare,
Always in the sportswear,
Constantly on the PlayStation,
Living in this great nation.
The List
1 thing that annoys me the most is millennials’s ageism towards gen z and alpha. We would always hear from our parents “your generation is lazy”
1. If this was just directed at me then I wouldn’t mind but it’s at my whole age group.
2. Calling someone lazy is like calling them weak and/or worthless
They believe our generation sucks not because it does, but because they miss their childhoods. We must have faith that we can fix the world they left us.
I don’t like poems
because they take
too much brainpower
and creativity
but this workshop helped me understand them
in everyday life
I now dislike poems less
I can’t think of what to write
so I sit here brain fried.
I promise I tried, but I’m just not inspired.
With no motivation and no set theme,
I just daydream, and ask others about their own.
Because I know I’m prone to getting inspired by others.
Deep Pan
I really like
carrot cake,
and pineapple pizza,
my friend doesn’t,
I wonder what that means.
I don’t
know what to write,
overthinking is my life….
I hate school
Homework too
Chilling in moyross with my og crew.
Don’t take drugs,
Not what I do,
If you keep talking I won’t put up with you.