Written on the Walls
I see is the title
Written on all the walls,
Are all the words of my philosophy:
Do your best, try your best,
But it doesn’t seem to me
That anyone is trying,
To do anything worthwhile,
While I see all problems around me
All of the trials.
I see the inequality;
Not only of the colour,
But of the amount of money
One has over another.
I see the words that we are called,
Yes, all of my community.
The words that we all know,
That take our opportunities,
But what I see although,
Is crystal clear to me,
Hides behind the politics
Of our society.
Sorrow faces hidden by masks
Make for a lonely town
Everyday the same story,
“How you getting on”
“I’m alright ”
But deep down you know something isint right
But that never gets said so you sit at night
Why you feel so down
Mental health awareness all over the place
Its hitting you in the face
But you still feel you’re coming last in this race of life
Who is on top? Who’s winning?
Eventually people find they aren’t really living
Going through life with no ambition
Everyone goes through that transition
There is no cure
The problem is people aren’t pure
As I look out the window,
Waves wash over the wet salty shores.
Trees waving in the spring winds,
Everything so peaceful.
The land so calm.
Silence all around,
Not a person in sight
The peaceful side of the pandemic.
In this valley, there is a war
A war not on land but instead a river
These men on the starting blocks
Knowing there is results they must deliver
The anticipation the nerves and excitement
Six boats waiting for the starters call
Each other sitting with incitement
Knowing that all but one shall fall
Like gunfire the starter’s blast goes off
Eight men in the boat all take action
Pushing themselves forward as the boat takes off
Desperate to get this win for their faction
Two boats push towards the line
The water rushing along the rims of their vessels
One of these crews about to be on cloud nine
They both push together intertwined in a wrestle
In the end one crew will fall
And the other will rule over them all
I have overcome again and again
Everything was harder back then
At the end of the tunnel there has always been a light
I have never gave up without a fight
Most of my setbacks are in the past
But there is one that has not passed
There are times that it seems impossible
But I can only hope that my setbacks will make it possible
The Starting Line
As I edge closer to the starting line
My heart begins to pump
Every thought rushing through my mind
Will I survive?
What if I blow up
What If I’m not ready
As the starter calls you to the line
Everything slows down
The track goes silent
Theres no backing out now
On your marks he yells
I stare at the ground hopeing it opens up and swallows me up
Off we go racing down the track
All the thoughts are gone.
Adrenaline in rushing
My mind is racing
Stay pushing, not to long to go
I want to give up but I can’t
What If I can’t finish
What If I am too slow
Why did I do this
I am never doing this again
As I pass over the line
All the pain is gone
And maybe I will run it again another time.
Imagine a world
Where you get up in the morning and think,
“Thank God I’m alive”.
“Thank the Lord that I am here,
To do what I was born to do”.
But if you lived in a world
Where the point of the world was obvious,
Wouldn’t be much of a world then, would it?
Shame. Would be nice.
During the pandemic we had to wear a mask
And for people with less brain cells it was quite a big task
Being at home, doing the same thing over and over
It’s hard not to fall into a state of boredom
Sitting down on the PlayStation with friends
Hoping the pandemic will come to an end
Living during the pandemic has been quite hard
But we got good news because west ham just signed Jesse Lingard
There was no hope at first
No hope we’d get back
Everywhere we looked news was black
We trained away
Made sure we kept fit
In the dire hope of a championship
We dreamed of green fields
Of fresh painted lines
Of picking off points from the 65
And then the announcement
Have your games
But no supporters
Ould lads, young lads celebrated
Everyone went on the porter
Some went out in the first round
There was drama over goals disallowed
But who cares
We got our games
A release of pain
From the countryside in port,
To the concrete fields in town
The friendly chat at home,
To teachers full of monotone
The quiet time alone,
But the school is where I roam.
Place to Escape
Hurl and ball,
Thinking about everything,
Puking against a wall.
A place to go,
A place to escape,
Stuck with my thoughts
Wishing them away
Its what I do,
When sad or frustrated,
Not wanting to talk…
But rather puck away
I’m an athlete, the track is my battle place
When I reach the start, line I’m gifted a chance I can’t waste
Looking at my other lads their fear, i can taste
Gunshots ring out, it started, a battle, a race
A brief silence, then all hell breaks out
There is no stopping me people inside my head i shout
I’ve put too much into this sweat, suffering and pain
Winning is the only option, these people will know my name
People say these days are the best,
But what about the rest?
What about the days when we are young,
Those are the days when we had fun.
In the school playground,
We would spend our hours running around.
What about the days when we are old,
Will those days really be so cold?
These days seem to be the worst,
Staying inside seeing who can place first.
Playing online trying to socialise,
But parents don’t see the world through our eyes.
So are these days really the best?
Lets make the most and put them to the test.
The night sky was red
Like the city of Mersey
The players were passionate
To wear the famous jersey
The fans were all singing
Players with belief
Sat alone in the stands
Supporters filled with grief
But along came a corner
And the reds were 3 up
They needed one more
But would barca trip up
Fans all around the world were praying
Some from as far as Chile
But all that was left to say
Was , corner taken quickly Origi!!
Being an Arsenal Fan
For years, being an Arsenal fan was brilliant
Because the team was so resilient
And the football and players were exhilarant
Nowadays, being an Arsenal fan is torture
Because the team is not in order
The players are good
But are not playing as well as they should
Still we won the FA cup
Its more than spurs have won in 12 years so shut up
I feel as normality is out of reach
Will it ever be normal again
From face masks to can’t train
In April there was sun but in January there is rain.
I come from under the hills
Where the water flows
I come from endless fields
And endless opportunities
I come from hurling people
With a pressure to perform
I come from a place where broken hurls
Are worse than broken bones
Of The royal blue vs the evil red
Of edge of your seat, nail biting action
Of joy ecstasy hatred and anger
Of a city divided
Of win or lose do or die
To crumble under pressure or go down as a hero forever
Of headers kicks fouls goals and everything in between
What do these 90 minutes mean to you?
These 90 minutes are the Merseyside derby
They say video games are stupid
They say they are a waste of time
They tell you to quit and study
But little do they know
That they teach us
They help us in ways they never know
Until they try
There are games made with passion
That get you emotional
And never forget
Sport is Poetic
It’s actually quite easy to make up a rhyme
If you put in some effort, passion and time
I honestly don’t like poetry and it’s a bit of a shame
To me it’s like watching a boring football game
I’d rather play FIFA or go for a walk
Or listen to Gary Neville and Roy Keane have an interesting talk
It’s time to end the poem I’ve said what I have to say
Go on be kind and have a nice day
Lockdown again, bit better than last one.
Lessons of a Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday.
Tough but got my head down till I’ve done enough.
When all is done I go have my fun.
Down at the farm I can come to no harm.
Started springing, now cows calving.
Back on track, wait a week and we’re having the craic.
Milk pumping, calves sucking, silage mixing.
Down at the farm is the place to be.
The best goalkeeper in the league, Leno
Kieran Tierney wears t-shirts in the snow
David Luiz is sideshow bob turned maldini
Rob Doldings hairline is screaming “can you see me?”
Bellerin can’t defend and he can’t even take a throw in
Xhaka sees two broken legs and his eyes they both start glowing
Thomas came in from Madrid, when he plays it’s a Partey
Pepe costing 70 mil owes the fans a “sorry”
Saka is the best young player in the premier league
Smith Rowe is the next Zidane the heart of the Arsenal team
When auba missed in Greece to knock us out it really hurt
A solid team but best of all they have more trophies than spurs
The London stadium is a bowl
It looks like a hole
Should of never left the boylen
Is some man
Up the hammers
Thanks for today my guy
Stuck in the house,
Mask on my face,
I can hardly breath,
And the death tolls a disgrace,
When is the end of this epidemic?
“You think that’s bad,
I went to school through a pandemic.”
The London stadium is a bowl
It looks like a hole
Should never of left the boylen
Is some player
Is a noble man
United are crap
Am I right
In This Life the Next
Everywhere I look, I see a different way of life. Outside my window is field after field, green shades of grass underlining skies of blue and clouds of white. My family built the house from the ground up with no farming background in sight. In fact, my mother was a nurse caring for patients but when it came to me she never had an ounce of patients. It came to me questioning the proper way of life, I ended up looking down the road from drugs to extortion, teenage girls contemplating abortion. In my favourite songs life’s about lounging in paradise totting guns and rolling dice. Personally I confuse myself about mine, at the moment going to heaven with the goodie goodies doesn’t sound quite fun. I don’t know where to aim it but I might play with guns. I know my mama care for me and wants me to live for free but with her away all the time I have no mother other than Mary so I should get down and pray on my knees. This time to myself makes me reflect on my own way of life, my problems may not be as big as the next person so I need to make it suffice. Out my windows aren’t brighter days only angry crows hawking. Alright I’m done talking.
Shaking with Life
The stadium was shaking with life
As a special moment sparks into light
Momentum turns quicker than the night
As commentators shout;
Corner taken quickly…
And Origi is chanted by the overjoyed fans while others groan sickly
And now the night is etched in history forever
Lockdown Part 2
Will this lockdown ever end?
Masks and distancing is the new trend.
Online school is very cruel and difficult.
Will this lockdown ever end?
I want to play soccer with my friends.
Our mental health is taking a toll
And it’s hard to get off our…
Spuds are nice.
They can be chips, hashbrowns, or mash.
Nobody gets mad at a spud for being a wedge.
Nobody beats up potato cubes for being square.
If wish I was a spud
People would be nicer.
Some would like me, some would not,
But at least I wouldn’t get hate crimed
For the way I’m cooked.
I come from Nintendo’s playing Mario with my sibling
I come from the wii making people hitting home runs
I come from the Xbox 360 scoring goals and hitting no scopes
This was my childhood
I love hurling and farming
Both of them are my hobbies
Hurling is a simple game
I enjoy farming and helping my father out.
When I succeed in hurling I am at my happiest .