Girlhood
Being a girl is,
dreading the walk home alone
having horrible cramps
shying away from the camera
but it’s also laughing with friends
chatting about books and
planning sleepovers
gossiping with friends about crushes.
It’s Scary
to walk out on the streets by myself,as myself
I see stories and songs of people like me crying and dying
and it’s scary, because one day it can be me
It’s scary to be me,around friends,around family but most of all around strangers
I hate being scared of me,of who I like, of how I dress and how I talk
Why should it matter to you how I act or who I like?
Why should I feel unsafe on the streets of my home?
Why should I ‘correct’ myself when the only one who should correct themselves is you.
Lost
Looking around, up down
passing by beauty
that lies to the side,
hidden away
under dust ridden covers
ignored and disregard.
Fear to be open holds me close, I cant be free.
I stumble past achievements
things that should bring Joy
but flaws I only find.
This shouldn’t be as all I need is here with me.
Still I wander lost,
until I trip over a dusty rug
and my life starts spinning,
finally finding the hope I had lost inside.
That Day
The day i found out about my dad my whole world changed,
my mother tried to keep it a secret for as long as she could,
i was the last one to figure out and i haven’t even been the same ever again,
i was told my dad had stage 4 cancer and was gonna only have 1 year left max,
that was 3 years ago, he is one of the nicest people you will ever meet.
he is my hero and i love him very much,
i feel like our relationship has grown so much more,
i know we fight but we always say we love each other at the end of the day,
you never know whats the last thing you tell someone and the last thing they will hear.
Being a Man
in this genration is a hard thing because most of us have to act like something we are not and could be as soft as the clouds
most men in this genratiion want to fit in and put others down even if there down thereselves when in reality if u spoke to that friend or person you could help echother because most of us could suffer with diffrent stuff or the same stuff that they might understand or relate to aswell in a way
and some of the stuff that the teacher did say i can relate to as well……thank you
Alone at Night
As I walk along the road at night,
being all alone doesnt feel right
the gleem from the street lights start to creep in,
my body starts to shiver from a drop of a pin
I turn to look just an old man after dropping his books,
I pick the pin up happy to assist but when I go to hand it he’s gone with the mist
had I just made it all up was I really that scared,
was I just seeing things is my vision impaired
as I run back home with fright,
I run with the fear of what hides in the night.
Say Nothing
Never can tell a person what I won,
It’s a brag or a boast.
Never a congratulations or cheer,
just a slag and a roast.
An achievement of mine
Isn’t to be shared.
Which makes problems of mine
Not to be cared.
An identity to be the best,
But to keep it quiet
An identity to not have issues
And to keep them out of sight.
Music
Music is my calm
When i’m scared or when i’m sad
Music is my remedy,my savior
It’s safe and it’s warm
All my fears disappear when I sing
One day I hope to make
others’ fears disappear
like music makes mine.
Human
I am human not big not strong,
I am human free and sometimes wrong
I am human not perfect but I belong
I am human Man and Woman
I am Human and I let my wings span free like a bird,
I am equal Man or Woman and I am proud to be human.
Sometimes
Sometimes I wonder if,
my friends are actually my friends.
in the back of my mind,
there is always a that thought.
I know I have at least 5 real friend,
I met them when I first came to Ireland.
Ever since I met them,
we have always became closer.
I am able to tell them things,
that I can’t say to anyone else.
I find that those are the people,
that I should protect.
But its fine if some of my friends are fake,
as long as I have a few real ones,
that will always be there for me.
They are the ones that excepted me,
and for that I owe them all my gratitude.
Honey Lips
He came with words as sweet as honey
his eyes lit up a nice bright blue
but behind those eyes was a raging storm
and love with him was never won.
hed say he cared but he never would
always second guessing where we stood
my burning heart he never understood
i handed my trust and he let go
i shouldve turned away and went out the nearest door
but now i see a cracked clear glass
the boy who broke me was left in my past
moving on was never easy
but learning to leave you left me freely
Sister Act
Behind the girl who likes boys
Is a little girl who still plays with toys
Behind the girl who straightens her hair
Is a little girl who still sleeps with her bear
Behind the girl talks crap about everyone
Was a girl who used to sit on her daddys lap
Past Forever
I want to hold you and listen
To what you really want to say
To what is really underneath those eyes
I want to feel your pain
And hold your sorrows
I want to experience your joy
Held past even tomorrow
Held past even forever.
Tough Exterior
Hiding under a nike tech fleece,
Spitting while walking with their legs wide out,
You have to box or play football or play GAA,
or talk down to someone or a group of people,
I dont get why they build them
on these hollow pillars of hate to be known as Tough.
But if they got home to their mothers,
surely there is a child under the fake exterior
under their every other lad clothes.
A unique boy with Idividual dreams and hobbies.
I just hope they’ll show them a bit more.
Dreaded Halls
Shying away hiding from a crowd
Of boys and girls acting like clowns
Your words are sharp and my feelings high
Do they realise they made me cry.
I may look big but am feeling small
as I walk down the dreaded halls.
Change
We change over the years we all change.
Some doors close and open, some doors bash into our face.
Don’t let your change be your bane,
overcome fear and let the bells ring.
We are all a part of a river,
we all take different paths,
but in the end we all reach the same ocean
no matter what happens.
We all are destined to take a straight path,
but weave and turn to explore,
all the different wonders the world has to hold.
Let your river be calm,
and let it be rough,
no matter what.
You’ll keep flowing strong.
Change, we change,
we all change.
Crumpled
I feel like a piece of paper that has been crumbled up
as if i was thrown away
but when i am with you i feel like i have been
uncrumbled and straightened out
i feel like i am me again
The smaller the circle
the better the players.
not everyone is a gold scar,
but grey scars still kill.
The higher you build
the more people shoot you down.
Whispers in AI
The air is thick with evening’s glow,
As twilight whispers soft and low.
Beneath the sky, the world feels wide,
With endless dreams that swell inside.
The scent of jasmine fills the breeze,
A quiet hum among the trees.
The stars above, a velvet sea,
A summer night, wild and free.
Reflection
I feel like other boys put pressure on me
to be a different character when I’m in a large group,
For example, when I’m with say 1 girl,
I feel no pressure to be someone else
and feel comfortable in my own skin.
Being this natural character is so much easier
and enjoyable and leaves me in a happy manor.
After this talk, I have been brought down to earth
and I have realised that the more often I am myself,
the happier I am.
My main goal for the foreseeable future
is now to make that comfortable character the normal one
and the person I am constantly no matter how large or small the group
I am with is. Looking back over this now
I’ve realised that this isn’t much of a poem
it’s more of a paragraph of free writing.
Taking a deep look inside ME.
You are perfect
The earth is filled with people,
of all genders and ways of life
one day I hope you will find, your perfect husband or wife.
You may have to erase the narrative,
to find your perfect comparative.
Hopefully you fit like a glove to find your perfect love.
The Fox
The fox is orange.
The fox is white.
The fox is creeping,
through the night.
Until the fox,
reaches the road.
And sees a big,
fat, juicy toad.
He wanders out,
after the creature.
Being sneaky,
Trying to catch her.
Then a car,
came along fast.
And the poor fox,
Didn’t last.
In Similes
The grass is as green
as the pesto on forges pizza.
The sky is as blue
as my dad’s minivan.
The sun is as big
as my god fathers appetite.
The moon is as round
as my dad’s bald head.
Moonlight
The moonlight dances on the sea,
A gentle breeze sets shadows free.
Crickets sing in rhythmic cheer,
As stars above begin to peer.
The warmth of dusk, a quiet sigh,
With fireflies that flicker by.
In stillness, time slips soft and slow,
A summer night’s eternal glow.