I’m trapped alone in the darkness
Words of pain and anguish wash over me
Wanting for this suffering to let me be
When will it end
I walk through the forest of existential dread
Trees of guilt loom over me
Weeds of lies cling to my feet
Nowhere I can hide
The burden is too hard to hold
The anchor of regret slows me down
Then I snap back to reality
I was overthinking again
Success, success, success
It’s your hate and fear, but you must attain it
The only that will bring meaning to your life and your face
But it scares you, you don’t want to join the rat race
The people around you say it’s alright
You know they’re not lies
But you don’t trust them, you hate them and love them
Why don’t you trust them?
They know you and your life so why don’t you trust them
You conflict between success and pleasure
You wish you could reach the lights in the sky
But are drawn to the lights found rectangles that suck out your fire
The fire you felt for years is dampened
But you desperately cling on to a dream that belongs in a box with a poison
You don’t know if it is dead and yet you don’t trust yourself to open that box
You feel her that you met in the waves of betrayal
She tries to direct your hand you the lid of the box but you pull away,
Reaching for her back, whishing she would stop and yet craving her hand again
She helps to fill the hollow that was carved out by your own doubt
The tool used by it was a mind filled with drought
You wish you could push and reach the end
But when something is wrong you wish to start again
A horrible hedonism addiction
It gives your fear and hate affliction
538 meaningless numbers that guide the hate
That try to change it to something great
But the numbers require you open the box
A Broken Soul
A broken soul
Wondering what I did wrong
Wondering what could I do
Wondering if it was all a sick joke
And with that text
You became my ex
I must be dreaming
I can’t believe what I’m seeing
Your heart as black as coal
And with that you broke my soul
The World Divided
I look at a bold world from the outside,
To see an old-world kind of homicide.
In each place, once race but divided,
People with their minds made for them decided.
Innocents, condemned and given hatred,
Human words, treated as if they were sacred.
The past, confused, maybe even fabricated,
Back now, misused and reanimated.
The real killers, revered for their piety,
Treated as they were pillars of society.
Hospitals, bombed and reduced to battle-front rubble,
Acquittals, for a bad man’s stunt double.
“Great” nations, saying they’re just bystanders in agony,
When really they’re commanders, is there no greater irony
Calling for the other to stop their terrorism,
Calling their own acts a special kind of exorcism.
A cycle of horrid actors looking to get even,
But the last one will never be even.
There is no fire in me
Bone dry cold crack of knuckles on stone when I breathe in
I was alive once though I barely remember
But I am satisfied with where I am
Devoid of purpose
Empty of meaning, what makes me human
Once there is nothing left inside
There is nowhere left to fall
Masks and figures and news and fear,
As nature stands here, perfecting the chemistry,
For an invisible enemy: we stay at home
Behind six feet walls, from Dublin to Rome.
But we stand together, come together,
To make life better: For our dead can’t just be numbers on beds.
I went out yesterday evening to go and play some footie in Ballybrack
Didn’t know that when I left, it’d be the last time I see my cat
One car was all it took
To send her to a place where dead people have stood
One day she comes all small and shy
The next day all fat and loud
The silence has started the grave has been dug
My little cat is now in the ground with the bugs
But now I’ll say it, I’ll say it loud and proud
That my dear Wolfie will own the clouds
You Made me Feel
You made me feel happy when we were together,
You made me feel sad when we weren’t,
You made me feel angry when you didn’t reply,
I didn’t like what we were,
I liked what we could’ve been.
This world is a nuisance, full of grief and hatred
This place is filled with humans who like to make false statements
That hurt other people’s feelings with false accusations,
Conversations of gossip, insults for their entertainment
What happened to humanity?
We play with other people’s emotions, promotions is all that we ask for
Because money is the only thing that’s spoken.
No sympathy, no dignity, no consistency, no brilliancy,
These are only some of the flaws that we lack in our community
We maybe all humans, we may not be perfect.
But are doing all these unnecessary actions really worth it for our verdicts?
Things Could be Worse
I started writing about my troubles
About how tough life is and all my struggles,
But I look out on the world and see, I don’t have things that badly,
I’ve got friends family and health
And I’ll see everyone again on April 12th
I hear all the poems with their deep emotions and meaning,
But how bad can things be, I’m still breathing.
A Hollow Shell
A waste of eternity
As he sat and looked he no longer
Saw himself but rather
A hollow shell of what once was him.
But the insides were eating themselves.
Like rotten meat being eaten by maggots.
He no longer was the caster of his
Own shadow but rather the shadow itself.
An outline but not being.
Whose every movement did not matter.
To waste eternity is to exist rather than live.
Summer of Our Lives
The sun is shining and heat beating down
The beat of the bass booms through the field
The sound of Bottles clink in young lads bags
The smell of smoke floats through the air
Us young men don’t have a care
Fights break out, tears are shed
But we all come together because we know
its Summer, one we won’t forget
And once it’s done we’ll have to knuckle down
Teachers will tell us that we’re acting like clowns
Soon we’ll be in the real world
And we’ll all look back
At the summer of our lives
A time we’ll never forget.
They said he was a failure,
They said he said he couldn’t do it,
They said he didn’t believe in himself and couldn’t live up to it
But he just kept persisting
With no words to assist him
All that was left, an idea that convinced him
That one day it would come out from within him
And be the best a man can be
I Come From
I’m from somewhere that when somebody dies
And you don’t feel the pain you ask yourself how come?
But nobody’s died, it’s just the inside of you
That’s conscious of the divide you see through the lies
And there’s no pillow there to serve you as your emotions and mental health subside
I come from a place where the only way you can rectify me
Is if you objectify my mind and start over
But by the time you get to that point, there’s no four leaf clover
The inspirations of life is not from my background
But the hardship it brings telling me I have to turn around –
It’s something you don’t pick up on until the bottom of the drink
That you’d be disowned upon is gone
It’s where I come from
FUT Champs is the highlight of my week,
Saturday’s are the days I play at my peak,
Online school is such a stress,
Five days a week, wasted on a mess,
Saturday’s, are reserved for the boys,
Playing pro clubs, managing like Moyes,
Sharing a 70cl, between my mate
Getting locked and getting baked,
Social distancing when we can,
Protecting our parents protecting our nan,
Friday’s are a day of rest,
Staying at home, putting our mental health to the test
The elite take risks
And really take the piss
Making decisions that are hit and miss
As we are in our third lockdown,
The country’s in bits,
You think they can’t be serious
And in the end, it won’t be them,
It’ll be the lads in tracksuits,
That are responsible for this.
The only thing I saw that night was you
But in the morning the only thing left was your shoes,
I remember what happened that night
It started great but ended up in a fight,
We argued and argued and then I snapped
And then I hit you and something cracked,
I was caught in the moment and I am full of regret
If only I could leave my cell and share one final cigarette.
Walking Down Town
I was walking down town.
Saw a boy in a gown.
I said “how’s it going”.
He was like “I wish it was snowing”.
I was like “how bout we get going”.
This anger still inside me that cannot be released,
Please help me before I bleed,
The things I’ve done cannot be rewind,
So what, should I forget what’s behind?
I can’t go back to the place,
The place of violence, the place of death,
My hands still stained with the blood of my wife,
But a word cannot said,
I am on my own, with the horror still inside me,
I’ll be gone for now but I’ll be seeing you Marry.
The system is lazy and crazy I don’t know to handle the daily days
Since they keep coming in waves
When days start I stop but I never cop to see what will become of me
When the system is done with me
Will I be a banker or an anchor will I bring people down
And will they start to frown I don’t want to see the crown
In 10 years will I be different or will I shiver
Liverpool are the best.
I just had to get it of my chest.
So if you wanna disagree.
You’ll be getting a hit from me.
My dad works so hard
My mum stays home
My dog barks and barks
As the thud of the rain hitting the window
And the cat meow
And hunts for maternity
This city is burning, tap the ash, unmotivated, burn and crash,
Keep yourself to yourself don’t get attached,
Drunken fools looking for any reason to get bashed.
Said I’d be a new man in 2021, put the anger behind me,
The spark like a gun but from all my problems I seem to run
A Cute Girl
I saw a cute girl and I started to shiver,
So I brought her to a river.