Dusk
The soft strokes of my paintbrush now covered the
canvas, a deep blue of the night.
Speckles of gold dashed through the sky,
fields of green running along the horizon.
A lark singing from its home branch,
cats chasing mice.
Evening into night. Dusk.
Echo
You are
Beautiful
Like the moon.
The serenity you hold is mesmerising
You are
Broken
Like glass.
The delicate shards of your soul crack
You are
Gone
Like my heart.
And you’ll never be back to fix me.
Whispering Mirrors
It’s never ending
It comes from behind you and in front
From the left and the right
From your friends or foe
From the place you call home
It’s never ending.
Looking over your shoulder
Waiting for the next whisper, look, smile, frown
Tiptoe around, tread lightly, stay in line.
It’s never ending
Be the same, dress the same, speak the same
Does the judgment stop,
Do the expectations ease
Do they back off
It’s never ending…or is it
It does end, with you, you are the change
You are yourself
Your change, attitude and opinions will help end it
Stop the judgment, most of us can’t handle that weight
Boys and girls whoever you are, don’t carry that judgment alone
It does end!
Pome on my Dyslexic School
Tapping a tiny bus
Rob silently looks
Looks is what I get
When I ask to spell yet
Pushed and shoved
But I love it there.
Less Human
Scraped knees, unwashed hair turns to
Painful piercings, contoured cheeks, turns to
Scratchy underwire and prickly legs, turns to
Pretending to be far older than you are, turns to
Ignoring the calls from across the road, turns to
Quitting sports to avoid being bulky
To turn into a woman, is to become less human
To become a fantasy.
A Puddle
I’m not as loud as the sea
most people ignore me.
Stepping over me in a hurry,
taking no notice as they scurry.
I always appear after the rain,
if you slip I get the blame.
But they don’t know how I form,
I am a product of the storm.
Strikes Again
It‘s subtle at first
Then all of a sudden it comes in a raging burst.
No air, no matter how hard I try,
All I can do is cry,
Black dots crowd my vision,
To stop, why can‘t I make that decision,
Pins and needles dance on my cheek,
I must look like some sort of freak,
My heart jumping in my chest,
People stare at me like I‘m some empathy test,
My heads going to explode,
I just want my mind to unload,
Everything feels loud,
Like I‘m stuck in a big stormy cloud,
My minds in a race,
But my body can’t keep up with the pace,
At last I‘m safe but until when
It’s just a matter of time before my anxiety strikes again.
Silent Storms
Storms hide behind silent smiles,
Quiet minds let no emotion out,
Till that one best friend cracks you open,
The emotions no longer feel trapped,
As they have found another safe place to hide.
The Names and Faces I see
The past is always around the corner
I see them everywhere
The names and faces
The backs of heads
You’ll know it’s them before they turn around
I’m not scared of them
Not anymore
They weren’t terrible to everyone
Just me
But they don’t seem to recognise me
Or even notice I’m there
It’s nice to not have to deal with them
But I do wish they would see me
It would make what I went through
Feel less insignificant
That it already does.
Dreams
You always dream of what you can be,
there is a full world to see
Picture perfect moments
that people are yet to see,
Her eyes tell a story
of hopes and dreams
Cycles
The leaves fly down the path
as the bark of the dog flows through the breeze,
The colours of nature
ever changing during the seasons,
The cycle never ending but enjoyable,
As the winter snow is welcomed
and the leaves disappear,
The cycle will begin again another year.
A Version of Me
Sometimes I’m fine,
sometimes I break,
Trying to hide the feelings I make.
I laugh at school,
then cry at night,
still pushing through every fight.
I want to change,
I want to grow,
But most the time I just don’t know.
I’m just a girl who’s trying to be,
a version of myself
I can finally see.
Fighting for our Independence
Being a puppet in a show, being pulled on our strings
Being told what to do and how to do certain things
We said enough is enough and had to go to war
We wanted to prove that we were worth something more
We raised our guns and we shouted ‘fire!’
At all costs we had to protect our future spire.
January 21st was when it all started
County Tipperary was where we parted
Guns being shot was the normal
We could do nothing but act very formal
1,400 lives were lost
We had to win at all costs
July 11th was when it all ended
But Irish hearts would never be mended
When it was over we finally won
Now mothers got to reunite with their sons.
The Loathing
I hate the way we are family but nether of us seem to care
I hate the way your rude and disrespect your heir
I hate the way you can be aggressive rude annoying and unfair bring us to tears
Make us want to scream pull out our hair
I hate the way we do everything for you with every bit of love and care and you can’t seem to see that your so wrapped up in your self you don’t think you have anyone there
I hate that I don’t hate you and I really do care but we can never say anything to each other that means anything cause we just can’t feel the love we have for each other in the air.
Wasting Away
Wasting away in this small town
Tackling every day to try and get away
The day arrives , the plane takes flight
Goodbye to the sorrows of the dreary life
Happiness comes in the font of this city
Yet left behind, little sister keeps busy.
The Best Verison of Me
I am the best version of me,
Not because I am the smartest you’ll ever see,
I’m not the prettiest, or most interesting in the room,
There are plenty of kinder people out there I assume,
I could be more helpful, there’s more I could do,
Still I believe what I said to be true,
That I am the best version of me,
Just because that is what I’m trying to be.
Understanding
Perspectives of people
Often with rhymes
Exciting to understand
Mystical meanings.
Freddo Knows
In à world filled with poverty
And war
I walk to school
And can’t buy my Freddo
It goes up buy the week
All my money leaves me
Such a small problem for me
With my big house and family
A family is out there
Cold, hungry and tired
And here I am
Upset about my Freddo.
Every Morning
Every day I take the bus or two
to go to the one and only school
6-8 hrs of work is easy to do
when you got your friends all around you.
Break-to lunch then all over again
you may seem tired
but so am I so let’s finish another day of school
until the Christmas break
because in the end of the day
you would want to do it all over again !
Truth Test
Boys are ‘smarter
Girls ‘work harder’
Boys fail tests
Girls fail tests
Boys ‘didn’t apply themselves’
Girls ‘aren’t smart enough’.
Solas
Black and tan and brave as can be,
Tiny paws racing after me.
Long little body, heart so true
Life feels brighter when I’m around you.
Christmas
Crunchy leaves and frosty trees,
staying in from the cold breeze,
Festive music all around,
snow is building on the ground,
Santa Claus is on his way,
Eek how Christmas will slay!
Colours
We are colors in one sky,
Shining each a different way.
Every heart a unique story,
Every soul a brighter day.
Dandelions
Although they can be yellow weeds,
You’ll soon see their lovely white seeds!
Roses are red
violets are blue
When I see the colour pink I think of you.
You light up my world with your warm smile
Every moment we spend together is always worth while.
Roses are red
violets are blue I hate school so do you xx
Have you ever fell on a chair have you ever never brushed your hair.
Pillow
my name is willow , i sleep on a pillow
i love my friends , untill the very end
Long brass school days
Often tired
Really fun ( sometimes )
Everyone hangs out
The middle of town
Only 2 years left lol