I’m Proud of Myself
I’m proud of myself when I feel the weight of the world behind me.
But I hate myself when the world finally crashes all around me.
I hate how I always put things off. How the adrenaline pumps inside my mind
When I know my time is coming.
Yet I hate when I fail to shoot my shot. How I feel that I’m trapped inside my mind
When I know that failure’s coming.
I walk on a minefield looking for a way out.
Knowing every step, I take could turn my mind into a nuclear fallout.
The hate, the dread, it smothers me.
An empty threat, when I say that it bothers me,
Because I know I won’t change,
I try to pull my weight,
Yet I always fall flat on my face.
But I always stand back up, because what else can I do?
Just lie here in the mud, never knowing what I have to lose?
I know who I am. Nothing can change that.
But I cannot keep going on like change is the enemy.
I know that I can. Nothing can change that.
I have to take this into my own hands, in the hopes of finding the mend of me.
Be yourself
No two hearts beat the same
No two lives live to a name
So, under every ray of the beaten sun
Be yourself it’s much more fun
No two beings share the same view
So, live out your life being truly you
In a story written line by line
Make sure it’s your own, let this be a sign
There’s no one size fits all
Make it your own call
Have some pity have some pride
But in the end make sure it’s you that decides
Who I am
At home, I am who I am. Around the right people, I am who I am. But at school, I suddenly feel like a different person. I feel the need to change myself to fit the expectations of a man and I hate it. I am not who I am in school, and I don’t think I’ll ever be myself in school. I don’t feel like I could ever be vulnerable in school. But with the right people or rather person, I can be who I truly am.
School Days
School days,
Like running water passes
Slow in Winter but;
Strong, enough to move the land
Enough to find its way,
Should it fall,
It shall rise to the top and
Down again
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Being a young fella is good
Having friends and family
Playing sports
The watch group
Having fun
Worth the Trouble
Waking up early is annoying same as school but
You need to go anyways
Homework is annoying but you need to do it
Walking to school is annoying but how else am I meant to go to school?
If somethings annoying think before not going in or not doing it. Is it worth the trouble?
My Childhood
I was brought with books,
sports and games too.
My parents were always there for me,
No matter what I’d do.
I have great friends who care for me,
and a community full of love.
I have had a brilliant childhood,
that fits just like a warm glove.
Still Alive
John went through a lot of stuff but he’s still give thanks to God for letting him live another day.
He had friends that died, I don’t remember him shedding any tears
He watched his mum struggle, I remember him never showing fear.
I thought he lived through the pain for so many years,
That I don’t think he feels pain anymore he just stares….
A Small House
I remember a small house
with windows that swallowed the sun whole.
The walls hummed with laughter,
and the floorboards creaked like old storytellers.
Mornings smelled of toast and wet grass.
Shoes too big, dreams even bigger,
a backpack full of crumbs and secrets
that only made sense to seven-year-olds.
The world was small,
yet endless.
A cracked pavement was a canyon,
a puddle, an ocean.
Time had no sharp edges then.
It drifted like dandelion fluff—
a slow, golden tumble
through afternoons of nothing and everything.
Sometimes, tears came fast—
over broken toys, scraped knees,
or words that stung without meaning to.
But comfort was never far;
it lived in a parent’s voice,
a blanket that smelled like home,
a nightlight keeping monsters polite.
We believed in things unseen:
fairies behind curtains,
a dog who could understand English,
and that love, once given,
never left.
Years later,
we learn the truth—
that light moves on,
that even laughter has an echo
that fades.
But still, on quiet mornings,
when the wind sounds like memory,
I hear it—
the giggle of a child I used to know,
running barefoot through a world
that was once just big enough.
Faux Intellectuals
I hate faux intellectuals who think that consuming material made by intellectuals, also makes them an intellectual.
I hate people who say, “is the glass half empty or half full?” What I really wanna know is, who the fuck drank out of my glass???
I hate overly-sexuals who think that being sexual is an important part of life, but still feel pity because their self-indulgence isn’t very effectual.
I hate people who hate Beyoncé and think they’re a pain in the ass, she’s a living Micheal Jackson all you are is a person who compared to her lacks any class.
this is barely a poem but I could care less my opinions are my own and you are not my audience to impress.
No Time
I’m a young man I get up 8
Get to school at 9
Get home at 4
Go have food at 5
Go gym at 6
Get home at 7
Shower at 8
And it’s already 9 and I’ve got no time to do anything else
Majority
How is it that the literal worst people you could meet always happen to be the majority?
I really don’t understand why people are unkind. What could you even gain from that?
I honestly think that Burger King is better than McDonald’s
People should stop trying to shove religion down people’s throats.
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As a young man who goes to an all boys school,
I feel that I’m different to others,
Whether it is my way of portraying myself,
Or my way of thought,
Friendship is a thing that can never be bought,
If I will never change,
Friendship and love will surely be out of range.
A Chance
Every day is a new one, a chance to improve
1% better every day, so they say
i just want to be the best at everything i do
and my biggest fear is being average
But its all about discipline and staying focused on the goal wheather its strenght or skill
Should
A man should be mentally strong, venerable and kind.
A man should not be ashamed of the things he keeps in his mind.
A man should not brush his emotions away.
A man should express them in a prideful and beautiful way.
Memories
The day I was taken out of school,
Told my grandad passed,
I had many memories of him,
Yet none would appear,
I vowed to never let that happen again,
With myself or anyone else,
Good and Bad Memories are still memories,
Being forgotten is worse than being viewed poorly,
Values of loyalty, bravery, kindness and honesty.
Those are the values of what I’ll be remembered by,
What I look for in everyone else.
To Lie
once in a time I tried to lie
but when I did conveniences conveyed
to all who obeyed
my dream then began to run away
in a room far away
was myself in disbelief
Young fella
I am a young fella
I am 15
I go to school
I go home on the bus
my bus is slow
I get off at half 5
I am a young fella
School Lad
I am a school lad I get up at 7 go to school,
I continue the cycle for 5 days I am a school lad.
Army
I will enlist you to the army,
put you in a box and throw you into harbour like the Boston Tea Party.
If you ever see a video of your loved ones tied up on a plane to North Korea,
I’ll make it crash, like the plane with Aaliyah.
GAA Fella
Am a young fella
Am from Carrick I like sports am a young fella
I like GAA and golf
Young Irish Lad
A young Irish man in today’s day going to school every day. weekends off playing football having the craic with the lads playing games going outside meeting up everyday