Smile Above the Horizon
There is a new sight, above the horizon
It glistens with the brightest colour white
It could light up a room with the joy it brings
It was like staring at the stars
When there’s no clouds in sight
And that sight about the horizon
It was their smile
The smile that could make the saddest person in the world smile
The smile that could change the way you look at things
The smile that made me the happiest I could ever be
That was the smile that was above the horizon
I run past the flames, past the fire, past the grains
Through the town through the hedges through the road
The pressure the anger the pleasure the pain
The burden of my thoughts, the weight of the load
She follows me i cannot fathom why
I feel her step towards my face
Her auburn hair, her bright green eye
I long and yearn for her embrace
They find us and i leave no trace
I run, and sprint , nowhere , or place to hide in
I see there graze her hand on my face
Our running stops as we see the horizon
They looks we get, the slurs we take
The emotions we feel, the fear the happy
We realise the world we can make
And this is it, the end, the finale
I hold her close, her arms in mine
The hate we take, the fear, the love
I’d stay like this for all of time
The life we live, we float above
The screams and roars dim down to silence
The joy we hear, on the cliff, the horizon
The help we get, the advice, the guidance
We open to embrace the sun starts, its rising
I hold her here, just love, no excuse
I love her here, through the joy and abuse
To Never Stop Running
And like a peasant resents the rich,
She finds herself hating the interaction,
The one she listens to from behind the thorn-filled ditch.
Hate, the only thing she feels towards them in that moment.
The brutal acknowledgment she is below even them, even now,
That she could never soar above and beyond to new horizons,
She hates that she can never stop, never step off stage with a final bow.
Constantly picked from the crowd due to what she was born of.
Shunned from humanity because of her difference, yet they were all the same,
She had been running since a child, never safe, never warm.
All she knew that she was the monster, she was to blame,
While humans lived happily, life filled with laughter, while her family was torn.
Chased through forests and rivers, over mountains and lakes,
Watching the sun rise and set, in a constant dance with the moon.
Running for her life, from those who think she’s a mistake,
Making friends, losing friends, always lost to for so soon.
How she wishes, oh she wishes,
One day she hopes to fly,
To new horizons, above the hate.
To safety in the sky.
The Swallow of Suggestions
Sitting on the sand and looking off into the horizon.
What if that line is eighty years away and you’ll only reach it once your time has passed?
Sitting on soft grass is what you want when you reach your end but to reach the water,
You have to feel the coarse texture of microscopic stone and shell.
Each grain is a shape. A shape of it’s own. A shade of your emotions.
A speck of your future,
Yet all it does is aggravate your skin and cause irritation in both body and mind.
If this is how I’m feeling, will my future feel like this too
And what can my future become?
If this sand can make glass and smash,
Causing a slash where all of my soul seeps out causing the granules to harden and become soft,
But powerful enough to take me down so I sink into the power of the darkness.
Is an island a place of peace and prosperity or a place of engulfing air and swallowing storms.
So as I sit here on the sand and stare out at the horizon,
Will I make it to see the horizon, or will the blinking lights of rescue ever come?
Identity
Through the shadows of the clouds
The sun starts to shine through
It shines the light on the faceless crowds
And encourages them to shed their masks
So they can truly be themselves
There are no more lies or deceptions
No more doubt or misconceptions
Only hope and trust and serenity
Because every human is unique
And has their own identity
No One Knows
Clean hair, clean clothes
But it’s the inside no one knows.
Star athlete, star student
And yet their words are pollutant.
Have a drink, have a smoke
If I don’t then I’m a joke.
Your perfect, your great
If its true, why can’t I relate.
Good enough for you but not for me
When will I be ready?
I guess we’ll see.
Time’s Hands
The world is at an end,
And I’m the only one who sees it.
I’m trying to breathe with time’s hands around my neck.
And I want it to stop but they never get tired,
They’re all watching me and I know I’m being hunted.
They tell me they love me but they say her name
And I’m not her but I can see her in the mirror.
They tell me that I killed her now there’s red on my ledger.
But the only blood I see is on my own hands
And my sorrows are nothing and the voices aren’t mine
And I’m crying on the floor
With my fate sealed by time.
On Horizons
Those who make us bleed
Because now I see squirmers whistle a single note across ‘see-mangly’ dark mourning skies
Because on horizons are empty of confined places, fake faces
Do you even care
For the strongest support right now is that of my underwire bra
Because on horizons I see us spidering out utterly ludacris
Us, eternally beautiful wanders failed to be met with eyes but instead mouths of “bitch” and “slag”
Because on horizons inflictions aren’t dished out each stroke of the tick tick ticking clock
Because my eyes do not sit at each pore of your concreted condensed vessel’s existence
Horizons are us, you and me eternally shoving tampons up those who make us bleed
Eyes on the Prize
Everyday I play some sport,
Hurling, football or of any sort.
Hot or cold, rain or sun,
I get out and have some fun.
Each day I play I seem to improve,
I will train until I cause a mountain to move.
At dusk and dawn, watching the sunset and rise,
All the time with my eyes on the prize.
Every Moment
I want to be seen
To make a mark
To have an impact
When I leave this life I want it to be known I was here
A name known by everyone
When you hear it a picture flashes immediately in your mind
Showing the next what is possible that anything can be done
Because my worst fear is to settle, settling for a job I hate because its “good money” to go there 5 days a week And hate every second, to settle for anything less than my dreams
Because in the end all I will regret is what I didn’t do and I intend to live every moment
As the Sun Sets
As she let out a scream
Thoughts ran through my head
Should I stay or walk away
No one around
I watch as the sun sets
My eyes well up
Nightmares running through my head
Will my life ever be the same again?
In the Distance
In the distance, there is a new day, a new dawn.
Where the sun is setting but gets ready to rise up the next day, repeating this over and over.
Spending hours, days inside repeating the same day over and over just like the sun.
These moments are what make life seem so simple.
Missing out on life, missing out on these years of growing up, missing out on what i could be.
Waiting and wishing on the day that my life will go back to normal
Will that day ever come?
Maybe someday in the distance
There is a Horizon
She feels so empty she’s all alone,
When you look you see a skeleton clone,
Her body feels like the Antarctic zone.
She feels so weak she’s fallen to her knees,
Her only resort was to turn to weed,
So then she could feel she was being freed.
Now she’s tied up in a knot,
Drug rehabilitation was all she got.
Farewell
Upon the streetlights, I feel my home
Surrounded by my loves,
Laughing and drinking having a blast.
I wish it didn’t end.
The woods the woods the woods.
The woods is the beginning and the end,
Goodbye memories and goodbye friends.
I’m sorry.
I’m different now.
What is Left at the End of the World?
At the end of the world there’s nothing
No friends no food no family, nothing
You’re sad and alone and feel nothing
At the end of the world, there’s nothing
At the end of the world, there’s everything
Your friends, your favourite food, your family, everything
You’re happy and excited and feel everything
At the end of the world there’s everything
Anglo Irish Boy
I am haunted by the photo ghost of an unknown boy, name and moment lost
In the lumber room of the century in the kingdom come of adventuring
So much goodness there, so much delight summer in his crop of hair, boyhood eye bright
O lush Edwardian by picnic peace beguiled, o peach blond empires son for whom your smile
My Name
What is your name?
For me it’s Jane
Not Stupid or loner (I’ve gotten them all)
Its my name, my way of saying Hello
It’s nothing too deep – It doesn’t mean much
I thought it was too common, it didn’t fit me, I wished it were different
Now I realise that its the greatest gift I have received.
It’s mine – It’s all I have
It’s what my Mam gave me-The last thing she said
So I’ll wear it proudly
Just so she knows that I’m ok
Run
I look outside the window and all I see is the bright blue sky.
But all I care about is how I lost you.
I remember all the fun times
As I see people trying to be cool
But all I can do is of ignore them as I do something to distract me
I get on my hoody and run
Run like I never did before
Run from all my problems in this world.
But once you stop running everything will hit once again.
So I run, run ,run
Until there is no more
Run.
Golden Rays
When the sun goes and the warm, golden rays shoot through my blinds
I pretend they are stage lights.
I stand on my flat roof,
twirling like Julie Andrews.
Singing with such fervency, you’d think I’m Shirley Bassey.
I try to master an accent, which is nowhere near as convincing as Meryl Streep’s.
And I use such intense facial expressions
You’d think I’m Judi Dench ushering Bond to kill his nemesis.
Maybe someday I’ll be like these women.
But for now,
I’ll just keep admiring.
It Starts With Us
Right here, right now,
This is not who or what I wanna be.
I want to be me
But i can’t be, because i can’t be accepted.
I can’t be accepted by the ones who tell me i can.
They lie straight through their teeth, so they can make their money,
We give them the fame and attention, but they just don’t care.
We are gullible enough to believe those little white lies,
And its not okay.
I refuse to sit here and listen to this nonsense no more,
It’s not fair, I’m sick of it. We need to make a change.
The future is near and we are gonna change it.
But first you have to start with you,
We are gonna be the ones who change this horrific place.
Dance the Days Away
I sit encaged in these four walls
Thinking of pre Covid times in shopping malls
No masks in sight a junior cert that was our only worry.
Covid took over and engulfed us all,
In terror, horror, fear.
I didn’t get to sit a junior cert.
I didn’t think that would be sad.
But now I sit here and cry,
Over lost experiences. Drinking, parties, lies.
I worry about my teenage years, as they fade away
Missed opportunities singing, dancing at the bay.
“This year will be my year” we all say
We’ll take this summer and make it ours
Party away the day.
My teenage years are not over yet
They have not been wasted.
We’ll take them back Summer 21.
Swimming, singing, dancing,
It’s all around the corner.
We take back our fears love our peers
And dance the days away.
Losing Battles
Losing battles
We all line up against the wall
And people start to go
But my name is never called
And soon I stand alone
It’s just PE in the school hall
But what they do not know
That every week, for me at least
I fight in this war zone
Flowers
Off I go said the tulip
Off you go said the rose
Forever said the tulip
Forever said the rose
I miss you my rose
I miss you more my tulip
Forever said the tulip
Forever said the rose
As her petals dried at end
She said goodbye for good
I love you mother tulip
I love you daughter rose
Her
I look over and I see her
Who is hugging you right now and being there
I was that girl once
But now all I am is a hopeless mess of hope
Hope that you will come back
Come back and say all the stuff that you used to.
But when I see you with her
Her is all you need
I guess I’ll never be
Her
Out to Sea
The sun gets closer to the waves
The fish all start swimming to the caves
My feet dangled off the cliff
The colours fill the sky
Sea becomes calm and still
The boats start to come in
The sun becomes less bright
Lying on the grass in the last bit of sunlight
Looking out to sea, I can finally relax
I Wonder
At 12, it was my birthday
Messages started to flood in
“Happy birthday” would you say
Or are you still determined to win
At 3 I blew out the fire
On the candles on top of my cake
I looked out the window with desire
Because I realised now my hopes were fake
I thought you might have wanted to said it, turns out you did not
So now, I wonder did you ignore it, or maybe you just forgot
Welcome to Ireland
Where girls are stereotyped as tramps
And boys are stereotyped as drug dealers
No matter what you wear
Or how you act your always gonna get judged
We pretend it’s not there, homophobia racism but
In the end, it’s always going to be there and we have to change that
There is a Horizon
After the pain, there is a horizon
Think like a prisoner sittin’ in a jail, we both went down and his bail.
Got the still now, dead up in the grill
Cause when cotton ain’t sellin’ green always will.
Everybody wanna come up when I’m at the bar,
Smoke on light green rolled fresh out’da bag.
The Cold
The sun is setting, the moon is out everyone’s in crying, the darkness makes it all come out.
The horrific weather builds a horrific mood, the clouds remind us of our foggy foggy doom,
The snow comes cold just how we feel when there’s nothing
But the weather to try make us feel better
I wish the sun could stay all day and then the night wouldn’t be so grey
The Sun is Setting
The sun is setting,
Another day has finished,
Life feels like its on repeat,
I’m so sick of sitting on this bedsheet,
Is this even real anymore?
Cause I really don’t know how to feel.
End of the Day
At the end of the day,
No one’s here to stay.
Go and live your life,
One free from strife.
Stop watching the date,
Go and live before it’s too late.
School
From the waking up early
Or waking up late
No time to have breakfast
Already late
Teachers shouting
No time to be late
From lunch time looks
Not looking forward to this extremely long day
Not being able to concentrate
Ugh this day is not great
Piles of homework not being complete
Not another principal meet