My Heart Yearns
When you laugh then you blush
It’s my heart that you crush
And the feeling you give
Projects more reason to live
No emotion stronger than how much I care
About how you are doing when I am not there
My mind runs through levels of you like a game
My heart yearns for you to be feeling same
At night when the sun hides
I wonder before I die
Will I have played it right
Or just more nights spent crying
Girl Power
Get compliment or you’re ugly,
But never compliment yourself.
All bodies are beautiful,
except your own.
Don’t have feelings,
But crying yourself to sleep is ok.
Being different is great,
But not if it’s you.
“Be yourself”,
But don’t be different.
It’s not ok for men to slut shame,
But if you’re mean, you’re a whore.
A life where “men are the enemy”,
Yet ‘sisters’ attack each other,
Simply for being born.
On Our Reign
Your heavy feet drum against the ground,
We approach the obstacle together,
No words are spoken but everything is said clearly,
The alien beneath me wonders if he could put his trust in me,
We lock eyes on the same object and, hearts pounding,
I let him take me over, the wind hits my face and the butterflies gather
For a split second, gravity seems like a myth.
My ears are then filled with the drumming of his hooves again
We ride away with another ribbon on our reign.
Cast out to Sea
We are sea shells in the sand,
Buried deep within the beach,
We can’t see the light of day,
Until the sand is swept away,
We are then used,
In many different ways,
We can serve a purpose,
Or simply cast out to sea.
I See
I see a great dark tower,
Snow swirling around, obstructing my vision
Nothing around, nothing but a great black spike
What is it?
I don’t know,
It’s familiarity confuses me,
Knowing and not knowing
I approach the looming tower
It soars into the sky with no end
This tower has no features,
This tower has no doors,
This tower has no windows,
What is it?
I don’t know,
Should I run?
Should I stay?
I put an ear to the cold tower
Bum bum,
Bum bum,
Bum bum,
I can no longer hear the snow,
All I hear is a heartbeat,
Bum bum,
Bum bum,
Bum bum,
It stops.
I’m scared,
Where do I go now?
Where
Where
Where
I don’t know what to believe
Does it matter at all?
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I keep busy, busy to ignore
Ignore hurt, ignore happy
Busy by hand or eye,
Busy my mouth or ear.
From music to food.
To yarn work to painting.
Pretend you have none,
And then you will feel none.
I keep busy, busy to ignore.
I Tell Them
They tell me my name,
They tell me my sex,
They tell me who deserves fame,
Yet I give zero damns,
I say who I give my fame,
I tell them my sex,
I tell them tell them who I love,
And then I scream my name!
Note to Self
Don’t live another week
Not having fulfilled
All that your
Little brain and body
Could have
Experienced
Life
Life is a bank statement, its all about the credit.
Nobody cares if you seen it or read it.
Everything is changed and blended all together,
For when it comes down to it the only thing true is the weather.
Fire from the rage replaces the sun,
People ain’t happy its never much fun.
Children see the anger and it drowns over them.
For whatever reason were all passive to the unusual endeavour
Isolation
I look outside the window,
The birds are flying high,
They are free, and I am not
I feel I want to cry,
Lockdown is getting harder,
Every day is just the same
I want to see my friends again,
Isolation is a pain.
If Only
I knew it was getting bad
When I couldn’t wait for it
To rain
I knew it was getting bad
When I no longer wanted to
Talk to the people that
Made me happy
I knew it was getting bad when i
Wished there were three days
Where I could sleep and
Never wake up
If only I knew it was going
To get bad again would’ve
Cherished the days I laughed
Until I couldn’t breathe
A Dream
I had a dream, that would not come to pass it’s seems,
I want to go out again but it is impossible,
I know it won’t happen any time soon,
So please get me out of this stupid room.
In
In Art I drew
In my mind I thrive
In life I smile
In books I laugh
In music I cry
In town I shop
In my everyday life
Lockdown
No clue what to say,
I sit in front of the computer all day,
Sign in at nine am,
Sign off at half past three,
Get the work done everyday,
After go to the Xbox and play,
When I wake every day,
I say,
God it’s another lockdown day.
I Don’t Know What to Write About
I don’t know what to write about
So I’ll just write about this
And I don’t know what to say for this
So I’ll just say this
I don’t really know how to write a poem
But I can write a pretty good story
I have no idea what a poem includes
So I’ll just make it up
I don’t know how a poem works
So I’ll hope this works for me
I don’t know what makes a good poem
So if people don’t like this
Then I don’t really care
Online School!
My Brothers having fun,
while i’m having none!
He’s laughing in the snow,
while I can’t go!
He’s kicking the air,
It just isn’t fair!
He’s covered in white,
While i’m being bright!
He’s calling me on,
15 minutes is a con,
Thankfully we’re nearly done!
Let’s go have some fun!
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There was a kid from Galway
Who was into video games,
He soon became addicted,
His mom became very worried
She sent him to a newly founded AA meeting for kids addicted to video games
And he went there for a couple weeks
But then he soon realized his mom signed him for a video game club
And he had the best time ever.
The best time ever