He stayed for a while,
I drew him in my style.
I knew it would hurt one day,
Because the good ones never stay.
I got to imagine us in my head,
Every night before bed.
Holding so tight to the hope,
Knowing I wouldn’t cope if it broke.
I drew love once,
I’ll draw it again,
Showing our skin,
In pencil or pen.
I’ll be here holding pencils,
Waiting for someone new,
Knowing that next time,
I’ll be thinking of you.
Damn, this world is dark,
But that’s just fine cause it’s a walk in the park,
The world says that I’m not so great,
But I say that I’m God’s best mate,
Losing hope ain’t that great,
But the pursuit of happiness is my taste,
So I would advise you to do the same,
To work your ass off but not for fame,
So I’ll tell you this one last time,
Go run out there and make some dime,
I know your kind,
thinking im out of my mind,
just because Imma be different lacking taste,
thinking im held back cause of some big fate,
Well you better be running,
because I be comin
My man let me tell you,
this aint a joke,
so start running.
Man in Namibia wins election
I see his name and make a connection,
Although his name is sinister,
He won the election to be the prime minister,
Adolf Hitler is his name,
Although their names are the same,
One kills people and puts them a flame,
Because of the others name he has rose to fame,
From the depths of the Namibian land,
He looks like a man that belongs in a rock band,
Hope he does well taking care of Namibia,
i hope he doesn’t rupture his tibia,
He is honestly such a cutie,
Nothing compares to his beauty,
(Based on true story)
search it up
Men make fun of you for expressing your feelings
because they just don’t get it
they say you fine
and you should just forget it
we try hide the feeling
but some can see it in our eyes
they can see our motivation die
but the ones that help are the true definitely of manly
they don’t care how there seen how there heard how their spoken
they only care about helping you when were broken
they don’t judge they don’t laugh they don’t mock
they get you on your feet get you back in your flock
now this is manly don’t let no one tell you different
don’t judge others just cause there preference
you dont have to me smart, funny or cool
the only thing that matters is for you to be you.
She is Dead
Never have I watched anything before,
As my sisters tears started to pour,
‘My best friend’ she once said,
I woke up and was told she is dead,
By best friend, it meaning grandmother,
Who had passed away during her slumber,
She sat alone, weaving in devestation,
As she watched her grandmother’s cremation,
All these voices creeping into her head,
The one screamed loudest that “She is dead,
A childhood friend was now no longer,
As she tried to build herself back up stronger.
Dorset St Score
As I try to get some sleep,
So sober I can feel it in my neck.
Court date comin’ up tomorrow,
And my heads in a wreck.
Got a score for a bag,
Dorset street flats are the spot.
Cold sweats coming over me as my body starts to rot.
I consult my plans,
With the voices in my head
And if I’m lucky this time,
By Monday I’ll be dead.
This place is a kip,
Need to get out of here.
This place is my mind,
Where I’m hiding in fear.
And if I don’t pay my dues’
To the voices in my head.
If I’m lucky this time,
By Monday I’ll be dead.
Boys Don’t Cry
I hear what you say
I feel what you mean
I get why you complain
yet I don’t understand why
It might just be me
or what I was told
But from what I know,
Boys don’t cry.
The Colour Black
Stereotypes being thrown at me
from time to time,
As if I committed a crime,
Feeling bad and bitter as lime,
People hating my race,
As if I committed a murder case,
Why do people hate the colour black,
As if I had a bag of crack and my soul is full of plaque,
Thinking I have to take my life away,
But I still pray,
Why do I have to live this life,
Always, Feeling like I’m getting stabbed by a knife,
there’s that one kid
who sits in the back
who answers all questions
with a head on attack
but when lunch comes around
they’re always alone
they have no one to talk to
they don’t want to be known
this person is the freak
that you have created
whos name is not wanted
but face is now hated.
Confusion and Doubt
Ever since I was young, Family would tell me I was brilliant.
I don’t believe them.
Ever since I went to secondary school I was called dumb.
I believe them.
Ever since then I believed I was dimwitted scum.
When I was slagged by a friend I laughed.
When I slagged a friend I felt guilty.
And I wonder every night “Do they hate me?”
I would cry myself to sleep wondering “Will they leave me?”
But my biggest worry is “Would they be better off without me?”
It comes in waves I can’t even explain it.
One moment I’m at the top, The next moment I hit rock-bottom.
My biggest joy in this world is my dog, Stevie.
Her smiling face and shaking from when I get home makes me feel loved.
When I bring her on a walk I feel like a happier person.
And then I think “Maybe I don’t have it so bad…”
I’m sat here wondering how,
the last 3 hours have been the best I’ve had years,
this way of learning is the way it should be for me and my peers,
realistically school teaches how to be a robot,
I’ve even seen some kids brought to tears,
the school system needs to change,
or at least some re-arrange,
please tell me why I’m learning about stock exchange
I’m to easily influenced
By the things I’ve experienced
I wish I wasn’t like that
But I feel like I am stuck in a casket
I’m all alone in this big world
So it’s understandable why I’m downhearted
Things just get worse
I need a nurse
Lost In Transition
I feel lost and left behind
I don’t know where to go
Or even my own mind
All around me futures are being created
But the future others have chosen for me
I’ve always hated.
From the outside my life is bliss,
No visible struggle, causing no trouble
But my mind is an abyss.
I’ve been told to find a passion
I’ve been told not to stray
But how can I, with no light to guide the way.
4 years ago i met a man
he was a real madman
he would always a laugh
even when it got bad
I called him my step da
when I really should’ve said dad
but what I didn’t know was that he was sad
then he hung himself
my sorrow was long
but now after my sorrow
I am now strong.
Going with the crowd
To turn away
To realize you took the wrong way
And society has abandoned you
as if it all battle of the fittest
They tell you if you can’t catch up you’ll be forgotten
They claim you will be on the street
And if you had managed to catch up
your life has already been pulled out of hat
And told take what your given or get nothing
Stud meeting stud
steel clashing steel
Leather meeting thread
A storm of cheers
Knees through the wet green grass
And a smile on his hardened face
Hes scored the all important goal
Theyve won the title race
The window is frosted as the snow falls outside,
It gets thicker every second and there’s no where to hide.
Tears fill my eyes as curl up in bed,
The idea of school fills my thoughts up with dread.
The snowfall is rising, enclosing my heart,
This cold winter morning, what a bad start.
“Mother,” I ask, “when will it stop?”
“The snowfall,” she says, “is turning to raindrops,”.
Football semi final
We were 3 nil down,
The pitch was drenched our knees were gone brown,
The second half came, we came out with a fight,
It was like the team lit up like a light,
We scored a good few but were still down by one,
Although we were down we were far from done,
A minute was left we were stuck in a draw,
We scored a goal the team were in awe,
We finished the game the excitement was booming
In the back of our head the final was Looming
Mud and Blood
Going to the shop, going to the train stop
dark night ,with no one in sight,
going to the beach where none can reach
Donnabate with me mates
used to play on skates
I miss my childhood when none judged,
these days you cant be understood,
used to play in the mud ,
now all we see is blood.
One can convey confidence, stability and readiness,
But no one can achieve steadiness
For every bright there’s a dark,
For every dark there’s a bright
But once one unwillingly acknowledges both,
They will realise the truth of satisfaction;
That it will all come to an equilibrium
And one will finally be content.
Weekend Moon Howl
Cycling to school every morning
its starting to get very boring
Im used to it now
I don’t know how ,
its bitter out , might get a brekki roll that’s a shout
but im gonna go home and just chill out
might play the playstation with the boys
gonna be making so much noise
ah sure look no school tomorrow
finish it there see ye tomorrow.
when it comes to school they have ground rules,
and sometimes that rule can be cruel,
some boy think there cool but they are a fool,
making fun of people because there are no rules,
coming at you like a whirlpool,
hurting you like a machine tool,
making you look like a fool,
making you uncool,
but your cool and they are uncool.
Its more than just a game,
well this is how I see it,
its a road to the fortune and fame,
a way out of the struggle, its how I speak,
I’m not talking about the accent, its the games from week to week,
When you step out its all left behind,
friendships frozen,not a squeak
its not for the weak, that you will find,
if you have no fire or ambition,
you wont get signed,
Living in the northside is rough
people looking all rough
don’t want to get pulled of my bike
but no one cares
so i now sit inside all day
worried about getting robbed
that’s the story of my life.
I’m tired of people
that call themselves my friend
but in the end its all pretend
I cannot comprehend
how someone can stand by your side
Tell all these lies
and still say they re your friend.
I’m not the best at poems
but im going to give it a shot
you know me saving up for a yacht
im going to rob a bank
try not to get caught
but I should be alright because I do it a lot
like the one I never had
I disappear like my dad
im very sad
but im not that bad
so there you go I gave it a shot
hope you enjpoyed
going for a job interview hope I get employed
Christmas time is a time for fun
But not for everyone
I am one of the lucky ones.
I spend my time playing fifa
all the worries I have is getting 30 in 0 in fut fifa
playing cod with the lads until the early mornings
next day feeling like a zombie
this is my life don’t annoy me.
I want to go home,
I’m sick of school,
Why can’t the bell just ring.
It was fun at first BUT OH GOD THE PAIN!
The pain of just sitting there,
I’d say I’m bored out of my tree but the truth is……….
I wish that I had a tree to be bored on!!!!!
im a poet
and i didnt even know it
i started it in my home town school
and finished it in my mansions pool
writing my poem
is a chance to get my mind of my lonely home
up late every night
thinking about all the bad stuff, alright.
When I see you,
my heart fills with love,
you open it up,
make it fly like a dove.
I love you so much,
You are very kind,
I love you with all of my heart,
Body, soul and mind.
Playing some fortnite
Trying to get some kills
Playing so well now im in the spotlight
This is giving me thrills
Must get to bed its late in the night
tomorrow we have a big fight
11 against 11 we have to put it right
so ill see u tomorrow
hopefully with a grin
then you will know that i did win.
I cant write poems
but here we go
just like Fabrizio Romano
no idea of techniques
but that’s alright
cause at the end of the day this is a load of shite
that being said that wont stop me
all the way to the end
were not talking dragons.
drop the mic.
School is a load of bs
All it does is give me stress,
Piles and piles of homework to do,
How do I do it? I haven’t a clue,
Teacher rambling all i do is sit there,
And then the teachers hit you with a dirty glare,
Forced to learn the same old stuff,
Honestly Ive seen enough,
Let me go home i dont want to be here,
I dont care about William Shakespeare.
This is my friend Justin
His 90s are disgusting
He’s already taken
You must not be mistaken
But he’s cracked at Fortnite my guy
He will send you back to the lobby
He’s as spicy as wassabi
I will repeat myself again
For all you clueless men
He is cracked at Fortnite my guy
AT HOME ON THE PS4 WITH THE BOYS
AND WERE MAKING SO MUCH NOISE
PLAYING SOME FIFA GETTING STRESSED
THE GAME IS ACTUALLY MAKING ME DEPRESSED
MAS CALLING ME FOR DINNER GET SO FOOD
THATS WHAT GETS ME IN A HAPPY MOOD
THEN FLOAT OUT WIT THE LADS
ITS GONNA BE MAD