I am myself, not the sequel to your story,
You say “until you prove you’re an adult”, but there’s never a result
Being strict causes a leash that can never be held
I’ll lash out cause I can, cause I know the reaction
But you’ve taught me that obedience does nothing but prolong
I’m not a child, I’m becoming person
Treating me as such isnt just awful, it’s wrong
I am a person, not the sequel to your story
I hate the roles that you’ve laid for me to follow
Your words never feel, always falling flat and hollow
You can’t hold me forever, it hurt when you tried
But this is the result of my responsibilities denied
I don’t want to hate you, you’re my own flesh and blood
But my anger and pain are crashing out like a flood
I am an individual, not the sequel to your story
What to Do
She stood there tall, looking down at me
Her face looked angry but her eyes said different
She was hurt, How has this happened
I did everything I should have, right?
Now I feel scared, is she going to walk out?
What’s on her mind? Why wont she talk?
Is she mad? Upset?
I don’t know.
Now she’s crying, I don’t know what to do
She won’t stop, its hurting now
I feel warm to my chest
I want to cry too
I can’t go outside
It’s too loud, too bright
Mouth’s dry and I sigh
From the window, I know
It’s getting cramped in here
But my massive fear
Consumes my mind, my being, my sight, my feeling
It’s knotted and pressing on my heart, my chest, my hands my legs
All shaking and sweating it’s all so upsetting
Anxiety quietly eating my thoughts, my mind, myself my time
And I can’t quite find a way
To delay this eventual decay
I can’t find a way from this
But I hope and I pray that i’ll be okay
And I know this is edgy but I have so many
Feelings and ideas for when I can finally be free from this anxious pit
Trying not to quit
I know I exist
Just not for this
New technology, development every day
Us getting more addicted wasting our lives away,
Phones are needed, tv’s are fun,
Laptops are essential, we’re missing the sun
Tightening the spiral,
But the twists never close,
Normalizing the overdose
Ignoring the issues for a brand new iPad
More than a Reflection
I don’t mind when they call me by my twin sisters name,
We look alike and can often be found side by side.
People apologize when they get our names wrong,
They act as though they have disgraced our honour.
I don’t mind it all, we are identical
It bothers me when they treat us as identical people
We have much in common, but we don’t like it when
We get matching gifts or compliments.
They never apologize for this
We are our own people
I come from housing estate where the dogs howl at night
Where fireworks are let off and lads on scramblers ride with delight
I come from a school where teachers teach and people preach
But do nothing to understand or help you
I come from a house where dad works tirelessly and mam is tired
All I can do is stand and try be strong and not show when the inside of me feels wrong
I come from a family where we try our best, but sometimes we just need to rest
To sit down and try some talking instead of going out the door
And not focusing on anything but walking
I come from a group of friends who are great and the lads I would call my brothers
For them I would always be there for and not replace with others
I come from a place which is not all that bad and people say they will help you
But they cant change the hand that was dealt to you
With coronas return making the rounds,
Lockdown is back and shaking the grounds.
The schools are closed, the year is wasting,
What little time we have in ty, is quickly decaying
But people have changed, since this time last year,
There is unrest and protest about the rules they fear.
Riots in the city, disobedience in the streets.
The government being cagey about the info they leak.
But here I sit at home, with a pile of work.
More than I got in school that is just absurd.
By now we’re all tired of this and we want it to end.
Because it will be at least april, before we can see friends.
You ever look out the window from the bed where you lie?
Wishing to leave from this place, to soar and to fly?
Wanting a life above all the stress,
A place to not feel like a mess,
But you’re stuck on the mattress and you can’t move your head,
You’re alive but at this point you might as well be dead,
A body made useless cause nothing seems fair,
A body feels trapped when you lack too much air,
So you lie there forever alone in your room,
But at this point you may as well call it your tomb.
Europe a society? A civilisation without a country.
Broken without hope, without dreams of growth.
Lost in the dark without a torch.
No common identity to guide the way.
Industry and wealth with no time for the proletarian.
Socialism, Capitalism, Fascism too they all failed Europe and its people too.
Hate racism anti-immigration hatred of the unknown, the misunderstood.
Britain is gone along with their trade goods.
Why do the populists hide from the truth that we are all people who inhabit this earth.
We share together and should help one another but we refuse to sacrifice anything of any measure. How can we find a voice in the world if we cannot help others find a voice?
When the announcement comes back out and the masks comes off,
We all run out celebrating in the bare streets,
Meeting people we haven’t met in a while,
Seeing the things that we haven’t seen in ages,
Doing the things we love with the people we love,
And life slowly getting back to normal from those tough/weird times,
Thinking to ourselves will things go back to normal.
Trapped in a confinement,
As they throw another assignment,
It will all be ok,
We’ll all be ok,
Has it ever occurred?
Work loads and more,
It’s all just a bore
We’re sitting here, inside all day
As the days of our youth fall far away
We’re stuck here all alone
Doing nothing except being on our phones.
We see people protesting in the streets
An end to the lockdown that’s caused us much stress
There’s people out there dying alone in the ICU
While we sit here complaining we have nothing to do
Maybe we need a new perspective
Reflective of the true situation
Of our nation
Of our country as a whole
The Lads who protest are probably on the dole
Do they not see the Irony?
In their stupidity?
For the lockdown, they protest will only cause there to be more and more
Who knows what’s in store?
That’s just my opinion
It’s the middle of July,
Everyone’s smiling and I know why,
The masks are off,
Now I’m not afraid to cough,
As I head down the sea lane,
I already feel the change,
The beach is buzzing,
And everyone’s hugging,
I finally feel alive.
There was tension in the air
With no time to spare
People cramming others silently praying
When the exam started friends parted
Some people scribbled while others fiddled
When the exam was done you could hear the pens fall
But the stress was not over yet
because they still had results to get
Once This Is Over
The tunnel seems very long,
And the light very faint,
But it is there and approaching,
And I’m not sure what I’ll do,
When it finally comes,
Honestly, I don’t want to do much,
I just want to talk to people,
Not through the written word,
But in person,
That feels more real,
But as we all know,
The tunnel seems very long,
And the light very faint,
But it’ll come one day,
And that gives me hope.
What a lick!
You make me sick,
That’s what they say
When I get an “A”
If only they knew
The night before its due
Nightmares about fails
Obsessing over details
That’s all I get?
I guess that’s just how it is
For Teachers’ Pet
Late Night Chats
The late night chats with the boys,
Is simply just unmatched,
The slagging and the banter,
Just brings us all together,
Though the past year it’s been online,
Hopefully we can all aspire,
To soon have cans in our hand,
Laughing in front of the campfire.
I can’t sleep, or see
My skin crawls with the thought of it
An ugly shiver down an ugly spine,
And an organic fee for an organic crime
I can’t live like this
And I am so sorry
For the mirror that has to see me every day
‘Another day will do me good’ I say
But my thoughts are somewhere else
I’m spending my best years trapped in layers.
Trapped within the confines of what my family wants of me.
Trapped within the confines of a school that belittles me.
Trapped within the space I am meant to neatly fit into within the world.
Trapped within the cycle of each day passing by just like a train passes by a stray dog
Who wonders if it is safe enough to cross the tracks.
Trapped within the role I need to fill within my pier’s groups.
Trapped within the confines of my own head where I should be free
But am weighed down by my own self doubt and teachings of hating me.
The best years of my life are trapped with me too.
The best years of my life stay pinned down
As they cannot survive if there is no one there to live them.
I cannot live them because I am not living my life.
I cannot live them because I am trapped in layers.
Time wasted is commonplace
In the New Age of sitting inside to wait
For the invisible killer to make haste
And leave alone the human race,
Can’t stop to catch my breath
When each passing second brings more regret
The things I could’ve done or said
Instead just go to die in my head.
Happy birthday COVID
Thanks for it all
A year ago today
You made the world fall
3 lockdowns in
And you’re still sticking around
Stuck indoors all day
But a vaccines been found
Summer is coming
It’s time for a break
So please COVID
Go away for gods sake
When this is all over there will still be depression
When this is all over people will still question
When this is all over we will still have a recession
When this is all over at least we can have a rap session
When this is all over at least we beat it
When this is all over at least everything in my life won’t be crap
When this is all over at least we can hug
When this is all over at least we can be free to live our lives
Music Sets me Free
The rhythms and beats ripple through my mind
With the melody, harmony and words entwined.
All these things allow me to escape
To a world where I’m free to create,
And listen and learn to the melodic flows
That bring me emotions of high and low.
The world of music is the one true place
Where I can get away from the rush and the race
Of life and family and people around me
Music allows me to set myself free.
Not thinking until months later about the things that I’ve done, mistakes that I’ve done
Just wishing I could change what I’d done
To go back and unsay what I said, what I did
To go back do things different and stay different cause I need different
But I can’t go back, can’t change what can’t be changed
In the Trenches
I tie my boots, and say my last prayers
I will fight for them till I die
We walk onto the pitch,
Ready for war,
It’s like fighting in the trenches,
I can say no more
Well I heard that joke before and it never made me laugh
Every day that we once lived has been split in half
I’ve seen you in that place before, I should have known
You fed me with your lies for too long.
Your pretty face doesn’t fool me anymore
I should have kept my soul behind closed doors
I know why you smile like you do day after day
Soon, you will know what it means to be afraid
When the testing was just in school,
When school was not a screen,
When masks were Halloween
When lockdown was not a thing
And days weren’t on repeat
When empty was not the street
When travel was everyday not anymore
We don’t recognise ourselves.
I didn’t know how I felt
I wasn’t sure how to react to when she texted me
I didn’t know how I felt when I turned to we
I didn’t know what to do to keep it up
But I prayed to someone that she never found out I was a pup
I still don’t know how I feel, and she’s gone now
I still don’t know the how
Subjects have to be picked
A life changing choice
Yet I have no idea about any course
They teach us every formula
Except the one for life
Because geography is important
So we have to get it right
I am sitting here alone,
Waiting for you to come home
Thinking to myself “why am I here?”
While trying to fill myself up with cheer,
I’m sitting here waiting for you
While thinking about all the crap you put me through
One day I think I’ll die alone
While watching the flowers die that you had grown.
While I pass away, I think of all the things I couldn’t say
The day I was waiting for you to come home.
Mirror mirror on the wall
The one thing that decides it all
What I wear what I feel
Choosing what I eat for every meal
I wish the person behind the mirror would stop judging
But I know the person behind it all will never stop criticizing who I am and what I feel
So I walk out every day choosing to feel the way I’m told to feel
We are strong fast fit and powerful,
We have an oval ball and we through it behind us,
We tackle people to the ground and call it playful,
We work together as a team to help it shape us,
When we score a try it makes us hopeful,
The drive that we have is extremely powerful,
We support each other endlessly with pride and joy,
We are proud of who we are and all our glory,
The bruises that we have truly make us,
And when we’re on the pitch nothing can break us,
From the back line to our forwards,
Even in the scrums and line outs they cheer for us.
All the social norms are annoying me
Why do we all have to fit into a certain box
Labels are for clothes that’s what I always say
But institutions all say differently..HEY!
Why have war if it only ends in tragedy
All conflict is just a big calamity
I’m living in a world of masks and negativity
My mental health trying to get the best of me
Bored anxious and overwhelmed
Not knowing when its going to be over
I’m praying for a four leaf clover
Battling a crisis, a war
Im just gonna stay in bed a snore
Same four walls all day
Every day I wake up
Every day is the same
More online assignments nagging at my brain
Every days a cycle
When will it end
I’m so sick and tired
I just want to see my friends
Cup Final Day
The stakes are high and the crowd is electric,
The teams enter the field, ready to fight.
The whistle is blown and the game kicks – off,
The roars of the crowd energize the players.
Fouls are drawn left, right and center as we enter the final minutes,
The local lad strikes the ball from 30 yards.
As the ball rattles the roof of the net the crowd leaps to their feet.
The title is won and the game is done.
Every day I wake up
Everytime I look out my window
Same old routine
Same old people
Same old life
Rinse, wash, repeat
We can’t see each other
We only talk through a screen
It’s just not the same as it once was
Same old crap
Gaelic is fun
It makes you run
You search for the ball
While trying not to fall
You play against another team
Who often can be mean
When the passion kicks in
You know you’re onto a win
Armies ride upon the hills, guided by their King’s wills, it is with their intent to make blood spill.
As the cavalry flanks the sides agilely with apathy, levies armed with sticks and forks,
Ready to launch their bodies at the enemy line like a cork.
The army marches on, facing ahead.
The army marches on, hanging with dread.
The army marches on, knowing that most shall be dead.
The charge begins.
The large groups, led by knights,
Ready to fight their way through the enemy.
The cavalry rides along, infantry falls behind, their lances and swords and shields are primed.
The enemy army runs along, their gongs dong with the might of a lion with their foreign weapons planning to injure the horses with many-a crepane.
100, 75, 50 meters, some more.
Charging like a boar with both sides intending to win the war, but does it matter?
The chatter, the clatter, as infantry and cavalry and archers and men of all shapes and sizes, clad in silver. Steel. Armor. Led by a king or count or duke or prince or vassal. 20. 15. 10. 5.
The battle is nigh on arrival as lances protruding from the front of each line clash
And bash and impale. Finally as the maces come, and mash you to bits.
As the war begins, the foreign army, with their foreign skin tones and weapons and clothing,
It’s all quite barmy, quite an odd party indeed.
The clatter picks up, the bodies fall down. Clad in armor, maille, coifs and others, as arrows fall like hail onto men on both sides, their skin turning red like freshly cut hide. Sabatons crush the dirt and the mud and the grass as the battle continues. And by the time the cavalry, washing down the enemy lines like the King to his throat after a hearty meal with wine, the enemy are in decline as the swords and shields hit one another with the force of an angry mother who lost her son, there’s lots of them now. Waiting at home for their brave men to return is what they yearn but the only thing that shall return?
Is a box.
Will it Ever End?
Everybody’s locked at home,
Stuck in our online classes all alone,
Wish we could be somewhere like Rome,
Instead of opening google chrome.
When will it ever end?
This isn’t the time we want to spend,
Will it ever mend?
I just want to see my friends.
What to Write
I genuinely don’t know what to write,
So here in this poem I will site,
My creativity is shot,
This poem is for naught,
And the thought keeps me up at night.
I walked into the football dressing room ready for the big match
It was the biggest game of the year
So I made sure I had all my football gear
I said a prayer before we went out
To have a kick about
The match finished and we won
So lets all go celebrate as one
Everyone is delighted
And also very excited
We stay in bed all day
Don’t even get up for our birthday
Getting work thrown at us
Feel like we are getting hit by a school bus
Not going back to school till April
Feel like we are last on the list
Even though this school year should be bliss.
To the Shop
When I walk out to the shop
Arrived to the shop I stop
And check if I have a mask with me
Its not surprising that in the pocket I have it
At this point it becomes a habit
To always have a mask in my pocket
No matter what I wear
I put it on, I bought a snack
Went out of the shop
And to my house I went back
I got to my home
And washed my hands
I went to bed
And ate my snack
Why do lockdowns even exist
The kiss of death, “they save lives”, that’s a myth
Saving lives but killing others
Is one that much more important than the other?
Sitting at home talking through a screen,
Is that our true purpose on this scene?
I live my life to leave a legacy,
And legacy I want to leave.
I’m tired of this
I went into this course with low expectations
I thought it would be academic and boring
Instead I’m hearing about arbitrary separations
I’m tired of hearing about how women are quiet
Women are smart and uptight by it
Men are loud and lewd and only care about sex
They are normal, silly people not so complex
He says women are confusing
Which is confusing to me
From my prospective cruel irony
He says he’s impartial talking about gender
But talks about men more than women, from beginning to end-er
He’s not being 100% sexist, but overall
In his Room
Locked in his room
Or locked with the lads
His paracetamol is a big bag of cans
He says what he’s thinking
But doesn’t know what he means
He stutters and always falls short of his dreams.
His confidence is boiling
Can’t blow off the steam
He flows like a river
But he feels like a stream.
We are all in the same boat they say to me, but to me it doesn’t feel like that
Because I like to think I sail a different sea
This feels unnatural, this feels uncommon
Like an asthmatic horse, like a bird that cant fly, like a tree with no leaves,
Like a baby that cant cry, like a sea with no waves,
Like a powerpoint that cant save, like a year without may, like a man that cant shave
Like a pizza with some pineapple, like a soldier that cant battle,
Like a farmer that doesn’t own cattle, like a maraca that cant rattle
Now I don’t know if you feel the same, but this whole lockdown is quiet a shame
No more running outside, seeing people around,
No more walking the streets and hearing a sound
Each day I wake to another gloomy morning, to go out with my friends is what I am yearning.
My calendar is packed with assignments, and I’m stuck inside under forced confinement.
I talk to my friends on the playstation,
But it’s just not the same as being with them on a special occasion.
It was a Sunday night, one game left, one moment to win
Gold one is on the horizon. I’m sweating, panting.
I gaze into his defence as I load in
and I’m greeted with the horrid look of Varane and Mendy fear dropped through my body.
The first half was long like digga ds nails. It was tense but still 0-0 I only have one option left
I must call on sir Eric Bailey mbe to save me
It’s the 90th minute. It’s 3am. I need a goal.
There’s a corner and Eric is charging up with some swagger it’s his moment.
It’s taken quick. Eric leaps up with a power header rifling into the roof of the net.
The scenes were on par of an Amy schumer show as there was no crowd or it’s just the Etihad.
End of gold one was achieved
Walking down the street,
On my way to get a treat,
Going into the shop,
Looking to buy a yop.
Leaving the shop, I got the goods,
The radio is playing the flood,
Heading home to eat my lunch,
It was a whopper munch.
Heading up to bed,
I have a pain in my head,
Sneaking down to play PlayStation,
Playing GTA looking for the location.
Here I am lying in bed because I have a sore head.
I was on the cans last night
Then it turned into a fight
I threw him a hit
He fell with a fit
We dashed from the scene in our big green machine
It was a mad night
It gave me quite a fright.
Willian is a dreadful footballer.
Maybe he got 3 assist in the first game,
But he still plays, and thats a shame.
If only he was stronger,
Or if he was taller.
If he knew how to kick a ball,
Or even cared at all.
Maybe he’d make a decent footballer.
Well look at this little kid from Skerries,
Grew up reading bout Magic and Fairies,
Though the wonder was lost on him when
He was Introduced to politicians and governments failing with 10,
Newsflash, no hash, card not cash, playin a bit o clash,
But not playin the people, bring it down, bring it round
Straight to the ground, where humans have found,
A metaphorical, metaphysical layer of dimension, 4d but not 4 d’s
Send it all, balls to the wall,
Dont open the gate, but try be great
Coverin part of the self,
But tryin to have health
In this world where the only thing of value is wealth.
I say thanks universe, for this existence
Cause I’m definitely enjoying the current distance
Cause I am human and i am in this instance.
It’s addictive frustrating its costly and sore
It’s annoying it’s amazing and so much more
With werner ben yedder and prime moments zola
AI blocks and gomez I break my controller
Year after year sucked into this game
So good yet so bad it’s always the same
Ea rake in money disregarding their fans
And still I grind out for inform Varane
We care way too much its not even funny
EA sports stop taking my money
I’m gonna be honest,
I dont know what I am submitting,
All I know is that,
Im gonna be spitting,
Bars of rap and grime,
I’m not quite sure what to say now,
So I may have to leave with one final bow,
Cos calling you my slime was my only line that felt so fine,
That felt like mine, that felt like time.
I’m gonna be honest I’m just waffling at this stage,
So I may have to turn onto a new fresh page.
Why have one girl when u can have many, mum always said the more the merry
I’m not a player thats just cap, iwl I can barely rap
But this is a poem so im chilling , ill still run a man down tryna score a killing
Idc if im toxic 2 plus girls thats normal, ill take both yous to dI nner im that formal
One gyal called megan another called stacey timo werner cant finish hes only pacey.
Reminder to all arsenal are crap, chelsea the best in london if u disagree lets fight.
Isaac and chido thats my slimes, on the weekend we dont do no crimes,
Malahides the sesh whatsup whatsup, any mwasI outstraight haha yup.
Isaac’s Daily Duppy still
My hand ting coming like corona if it coughs twice then itll turn you pack
My daily duppy you’d swear it was from santan dave or tupac
Stuck in lockdown only looking forward to the matches on the weekend
Same thing every day unable to see my rasclart friends
Waiting all week waiting to watch the reds
If gang pull up are you gonna call feds
Lockdown is making everyone clapped
Turning everyone tapped
Havent got a haircut in time its peak
Online classes in ty the absolute cheek
Fut champs is so peak
Coming up against varane every week
Harry gains all I have to say
The man who defeated the bunsen burner
50 million flop like timo werner
My guy stephen murray
Gonna disform like fc bury
Gonna end it here
Isaac grimes nect up season 3 episode 43
My favourite food is pizza
To get good pizza you go to ibiza
My favourite drink is coke
It was made by American folk
And all the big folk drink my coke
My favourite side is bread
You can slap bread on your head
But don’t get slapped by your friend
Cause he will end up dead