Freedom
From the peaks of desolate mountains,
To the vast plains of the land below
Teeming with life and the promise of a new start.
To once again feel the sun,
Would make this life complete,
To see what I have seen once more,
Would grant me the peace that I crave.
This endless chasm,
Silent but not without life,
Truly a sight to behold,
The wonders that I have missed
While I was away.
Nothing Lasts Forever
I saw a figure coughing in the distance
Hearing the vibrations in the air
The problem prevalent in the world today
Is simply not fair
As cases rise in thousands
Soon to be in my family tree
It’s likely to get to the roots
Next thing i know, it will be me
The figure through the foggy atmosphere
Coughed once more
I shouldn’t be outside, certainly not here
Covid-19 is deadly, and it’s very very near
Endless lines of information
The world has to end sometime
Could Coronavirus be the creation
Of a catastrophic crime?
My Garden of Eden
I was blind.
She is shining as bright as the heavens
The wind twitched my hair, with air filled with confidence.
The smell of fresh cut grass flew into my lungs.
I glared into the distance,
As the vibrant sky whitewashed in an ecstatic azure blue.
It mirrored the perfection of this empire.
My eyes in awe at the lone orchard tree.
The apples drowned in blood,
The trunk as mature as a 1950 Chardonnay.
My eyes locked in, not wanting to leave,
This Garden of Eden.
The lily’s tangoing in the wind,
Hooked me to a stream in the distance.
The golden foothill slopes and weeping willows gave me peace.
This river taking its own course,
Through these everlasting everglades.
There was no lose grass,
No patches,
No drooping dandelion,
To ruin what could not be fixed.
My diamond in the rough.
What is Normal
The crowds seem more common the larger they get
We people set the standard for what is normal
It is we in numbers who define normality
Yet, for a new normal a different must rise
And those who are different we must despise
I hope our world can linger long enough
To see an end to this vicious cycle
The Demon Inside
The two voices bicker in her head
Like a presidential debate gone wrong.
An overwhelmed feeling imprisons her,
As she strives to mask her feelings.
The vast varieties of verbally abusive comments
Are thrown at her by the harsh voices in her head.
It leads to an outbreak of rage and misery
As she feels the whole world turns against her
After chaos and inner conflict
The Arab man comes to help.
The negative comments fade away,
but the scars will always stay.
The look of sorrow fills her eyes
As she heads back to reality
She feels a sense of sympathy
As her children sit and stare.
The Bleak Landscape
The bleak landscape was broken by only the occasional car,
Seemingly trying to escape like those when the oil dried up,
The wooden houses rot and the food quickly spoiled,
The only thing every in this town was flies and the occasional car.
Pretend
Our hair is growing longer
As the government find their feet
The men and women appointed to lead this country
Too afraid to do what is right
For fear of one less seat
People still wave with a smile,
That quickly disappears
Too much time to themselves
Normal will not return for them
For months, maybe years
In this country, people will not be honest
For fear of being judged they pretend
Making other feel stupidly different
Einstein once said not to judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree
Yet the system does just that
But if the system doesn’t suit you
You can forget about being a fish
You will be considered the lowest of the low
A dirty little pest, a rat
Lockdown
I sit at my desk typing all day
Always working no time to play
I’m sick of being lazy
I want to go outside
But there are restrictions
That prevent me from having a good time
I wake up early and go to bed late
Is this a good thing? Well that’s a debate
My room is a mess and so is my diet
I try to eat healthy but spit it out when I try it
I don’t go on runs because they make me feel queasy
I’m not sure how Mo Farah does it he makes it look so easy
I miss when i could go out and train with my team
Looking back on it now, it feels like a dream
I hope this ends soon, this life inside
But looking ahead there is no end in sight
But I will go out again and walk around town
But this will get easier this life in lockdown
We Haven’t a Clue
We haven’t a clue why I try so hard
We haven’t a clue why I get up this early
We haven’t a clue why they care so much
We haven’t a clue why the teachers give us so much work
We haven’t a clue why they put us under so much pressure
We haven’t a clue why they say these are the best years of our lives
We haven’t a clue why they are asking us questions now that will affect our futures
We haven’t a clue why they think this pressure is easy for us to bear
We haven’t a clue what is going through their heads
2020/21 in Haikus
I am bad at poems
I will write haikus instead
I hope that these will count.
The world is ending
We are not allowed outside
Introverts wet dream
There is a disease
Because someone ate a bat
Now we can’t travel
Also BLM
George Floyd got killed by police
People protested
It’s all China’s fault
At least thats what donald said
But he’s lost his mind.
Thank god he is gone
No more Trump in the white house
Now were all at peace.
His supporters were
Very angry that he lost
Trump said we riot.
And that’s what they did
Stormed the capitol building
That is so stupid.
In 2021
Joe Biden is president
America saved
But in our country
We are all still in lockdown
School is closed again.
I think it is great
That we have to stay inside
I’m introverted.
This is the last verse
Hope I didn’t waste your time
I probably did.
Freedom
Sport is my path to freedom,
Once on the field
All my problems are forgotten.
The stress and struggles of everyday life
Instantly frozen out of my mind,
Replaced by a calmness and happiness
Like I am at peace with everything happening in our world.
The electric atmosphere, the palpable tension,
Drives us on, right to the end.
There will be no giving up,
For you can’t let your team-mates down.
Resilience is the key here,
Like in sport, no matter what people have to say,
Never stand down – there are no boundaries.
My MInd
My mind is a warzone
I fight the thoughts that scare me
The thoughts I can’t control
I am fighting a war
A war against myself
A war that poses a threat to others
I am losing the war
Self sabotage by way of thoughts,
By tricks of light
I look across the battlefield and see
The inner sanctum I once possessed
Our Battlefield
The dressing room gives out nervous vibes
Tension causes the room to shake around us
Boots laced up, jerseys on, socks pulled up
This is our war to win
The tunnel feels like a long narrow hallway
The enemy lines up beside us
The game day shivers start to kick in
Out we go to the battleground we go
The sounds of cheers and applause
Rings around our place of fight
We’ve come so far there’s no turning back
Let’s win this for our ego and pride
Time Flies
“Time flies”, I despise the line
However it sticks, stuck in our minds
The pressure it builds, anxiety fills
But I just wanna chill, take in life’s thrills
I simply think the biggest thing in life is staying happy,
Block out those lies and lines
That infect our scrambled minds like poisonous vines
Just cruise along and enjoy life’s vibes
The Trees
Never in my life did I think I would see
Something quite as lovely as a tree
They can neither be harmed burnt, or stressed
With their massive big hard wood crests
Some trees, during winter they wear
And birds come to nest in their hair
Most things are made by people like me
But only he can create a tree
I Am
I am the breeze that flows through long wild hair
I am the warmth that graces us with the flame of a candle
To signal when you are there
I am the concrete block smashed by a sledgehammer
Out of rage
The block that could have been a happy home
I am the aul man that walks the streets of Dublin in the long black coat
And we all know him and feel his presence
But you are the light that never goes out
The glimmer of hope at the end of the tunnel
Addicted
Everyone is addicted to something.
Healthy people and smart people go to exercise
Healthy relationships, building a business and just having fun
Others go to drinking, drug, smoking, fighting or video games
An addict is always going to be addicted to something
Its finding a healthy addiction is the hard part
The skies the limit
Don’t think you can’t do it
I Wake Up
I wake up to fall back to sleep trying to escape the pressure of peoples judgment
Expectations and all while trying to be everybody’s version of perfect
Mental health is a daily battle, cutting deep scars on your heart
Damaging love and confidence and self acceptance
Which you can’t give yourself because you feel guilty about being loved
Because others don’t except you.
The future is scary when my past keeps haunting me
Because I can’t understand why I am different
This is because others don’t care about my differences
They only see what they want to see
When all I want to do is live in the present.
Love is complicated because you are told about stereotypical version of love
Yet you have the power to write your own story
Lads are pressured to find love so they can fit in with popular people
People who are not popular want to be popular because they want to be accepted and respected for being themselves
From someone like this to someone who needs to hear something like this
Every Game
Every game has me worried,
Every time they step on the pitch, I’m in doubt,
Every pass out from the back gives me a heart attack.
I have the burden of supporting arsenal Football club.
Sometimes I wish I’ve never heard of them,
Yet I still support them because… Well I don’t really know.
Will we ever return to the greatness I never got to see?
When’s it gonna end.
This is the life of an Arsenal fan
The World on Pause
I grew up on football pitches and campsites
In cinemas and in classrooms
Cycling or walking, luas or bus
I grew up going from place to place
as the world spun around me
But now everything has stopped
The world is trapped indoors
I dont go from school to cinema
Instead it’s my laptop to my tv
I don’t go from a camp to a gaelic pitch
Instead I go from fortnite to fifa
Because everything is frozen, the world has pressed pause
But if any good has come of it, it’s that i got the new Xbox
Untitled
Sitting here in on a Friday morning
Still in my pyjamas
The day seems to drag of forever
Jesus Christ this is boring
The teachers entertaining
But the subject is really bad
I hope this ends soon enough
Because I’m getting sad