The Yellow Mellow Berries
There was once a a big tree,
that grew berries.
The berries were yellow,
they looked very mellow.
The tree was so old,
that it started to fold.
When it starts to fold,
the berries turns to mold.
The berries are not very nice,
so we fed them to the mice.
The mice are now sick,
so we give them a kick.
The kick sent them flying,
and now they are all crying.
We sent them to bed,
with a pat on their head.
We said goodnight,
then we turned out the light.
Heart of Tulla
In the heart of Tulla, where the rivers flow,
Beneath the skies where gentle breezes blow,
A tale of nature’s wonders softly weaves,
Amid the emerald fields and autumn leaves.
The whispers of the past in ancient stones,
The laughter of the children, joyful tones,
The warmth of hearths in homes where stories told,
Create a tapestry of memories bold.
So, as the seasons change and time moves on,
The spirit of this place forever strong,
In every breath of air and drop of rain,
The essence of our lives shall still remain.
She
She has the blondest hair that curls in the strangest way.
She has the most colourful green eyes that remind me of a fresh spring day.
When she smiles I can relax, I can forget all thats gone wrong.
I’ve ran out of time, But I love you, girl!
Nature’s Rhythm
In fields where morning dew does gleam,
Suckler cattle graze and dream,
With sturdy frames and gentle eyes,
They roam beneath the open skies.
Mothers low, their calves by side,
A bond so deep, none can divide.
The hills they climb, the field so wide,
In nature’s rhythm, they reside.
When I Get Up
When I get up I feel rough because I know school will be tough
I stand on something and feel a crunch so Im already thinking about lunch
Math teacher starts roaring and I think to myself this is boring
my favourite part is when I go home and go on my phone.
School
I hate school
Tt makes me feel like a fool
I dont want to get into fights
Because then ill have sleepless nights
I wish I could stop time
Without school I would be fine
Hatred
For years of four, More I’ve never wanted some people to be below the level of the floor.
I’ve met two faced people who made my sorrow multiply more, forever more.
In the yards, in the rooms, I’ve wanted nothing more for these snakes to meet an early doom.
It’s said to be individual, what free will is, rather it’s more of a hive-mind, their weapon it is.
I Dated a Boy Once
I dated a boy once.
Swear, that was the last time.
I felt so alone for a long six months.
Every week, “Are you free?”,
“No, sorry! I’m training for an Irish team.”
Disappointment, anger “You’re never there for me!”
But anytime I compromised, it was far from right.
“Lets meet up after Pony Camp, there’s a bowling place next door!”
“No, that place is dirty.” Well then, I’m sorry my company isn’t enough.
He made me the villain for ending it.
I was wrong, I caused HIM pain.
But for weeks I was harassed by his best friend,
For weeks I felt guilty for loving my girlfriend.
We were in a group chat. “You have gorgeous eyes”,
I said to her, a <3 beside the message.
He exploded like I had insulted his very being. I said that to him once.
"Do you just say that to everyone?" In my defense. She's got the most stunning green eyes I have ever seen.
Months went by. Half a year, and yet I'm the one paralyzed by fear.
He sits across from me now, I keep seeing him staring at me.
And I'm scared. Thank the gods I never brought him home, I could've been gone by now.
"He would never hurt a fly, he's a nerd, he's so sweet!" the voices scream. He threatened to hurt me.
I hear his name being praised, and my gut wrenches. I want to throw up, I am terrified of even his name.
I dated a boy once.
And for jokes sakes, he made me gay.
I'll be okay, I'll stay in the arms of my girlfriend, and try to forget the pain.
I dated a boy once. I swear, NEVER again.
The Loner
Living in the modern world is the same as living in the stone age, you must follow others to survive.
Do you want to be different in the modern world?
Well take it like it’s the stone age again,
being different in the stone age meant being left behind by the pack as you see **alternative** ways of life.
Not following the leader in the stone age can be compared to not following the latest trend or popular person in your local school.
You will be harrassed, belittled, discriminated and downright isolated.
Today the world is a place. Not a very nice place but a place that you must exist in and follow the leader.
If you don’t, then you best be yourself. The Loner.
Red Crows
I see her out of the corner of my eye
Turn a bit and she fills the whole wide space
See nothing else and I’m not sure I want to
Capture my whole heart in just one sigh
Feel your fingers on my arm and I’m like a ragdoll
Only known you for three weeks but I think I’m sure
You make me feel like I can be fragile
I was sick before, now I’ve found my cure
Glint of glasses against bright red ceiling lights
The dark isn’t better when you’re not there
If I look hard enough I see through your eyes
You’re the apple of mine.
Swimming
Fish, swimming, moving. Up and down. Food.
A worm, floating in abyss. A glint of something shiny. Probably nothing. Bite. Then pull. Sharp against roof of mouth, pulled up. Out of water. Out of home. Not weightless. Pulled down. Too bright. Something reaches for me. A voice. “Too small”. Eyes, bigger than mine. Then falling. Back in water, back in home. Swimming, moving.
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I wake up at 7
At the lake by 8
I cast out my line
Using roach as bait
I hope a pike is hungry
And feels like a snack
And sees my bait
And decides to attack.
I’d Rather Smile
I don’t care what my mind wants say
I’d rather be who i am and who’s here today
Then the guy who’s held back by insecurity and self hate
Instead I’d rather smile and get on with the day to day.
It’s All Gonna Change
From crying to trying,
And flying and lying
Our innocence slips away.
We grow up so fast, Try make the good times last
It’s all gonna change one day.
She’s the Heart
She’s the heart that keeps me whole,
A gentle hand a steady soul.
Her laughter’s light, her love so true
In every moment, she shines through.
Her warmth, a comfort night and day
Guiding me when I’ve lost my way.
A mother’s love, forever strong in her embrace I belong.
Summer Holidays
The summer holidays
when i can meet with my friends
where the fun never ends,
long nights with no fights about grades or attendance.
when i don’t have to worry if the girls are watching, judging, or talking about me.
the summer holidays where i can go to the beach swim in the sea,
and be free.
the summer holidays when i can sleep in, enjoy my time before the chaos begins.
Summer
Counting downs the days till then
When I’m free
When its warm and sunny
When I can be out till late
With my friends tan lines
My 2nd home my favourite home my mobile home
Getting to swim in the sea every day
I cant wait.
School’s Love
In halls where laughter echoes loud,
And dreams are woven through the crowd,
Where minds are shaped and futures bright,
School days pass in morning light.
With books in hand and hearts so keen,
We face each challenge, sight unseen,
Friendships bloom in every class,
Moments fleeting, yet they last.
Teachers guide with wisdom’s grace,
In every lesson, find our place,
Through school’s embrace, we grow and learn,
For knowledge gained, our spirits yearn.
I Wear a Mask
I wear a mask most of the time.
I do it because I don’t have a choice.
It’s either this be alone.
Its hard but it worth it sometimes.
I would like to be the person I am at home
but can’t because I feel like people wouldn’t like me or respect me the same way.
I think school is painful and almost like a prison.
Every week I’m waiting for Friday and it seems like the weekend goes in the blink of an eye.
Summer can’t come soon enough.
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I come from the hills of north east Clare
lots and lots pitches
lots and lots of fields
cattle on the roads
the views of the Burren
no cars around.
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The doors open,
The bell rings,
Feet shuffle,
And silence rings.
Attendance is called
Chat in its prime,
Locked in this prison
Slaves of our time.
I Live
I live in an area that has shaped the person I am today
I feel like I can be myself
I feel close with my family and friends
I am happy with my life
Feeling supported with the people around me
I live a good life.
Change
Change is scary, trust me id know i went from blue and black to blue and yellow.
Dublin to Clare was a huge difference but still, you can manage with sheer courage and will.
Change can be beautiful, new beginnings, new friends and things to learn which some would yearn for but some would fear which I know because troubling times have brought me to tears over my many years here.
Change is never easy so don’t give up so fast, you could learn so much and look back to the past, to a time your old self was scared to achieve, sing and dance but you would’ve never known you could if you didn’t give it a chance.
From a World
I come from a world of snide remarks and whispers behind backs
I come from a world of pressure to fit in
I come from a world of pretending to be something your not
From a world of watching the number on the scale falling and rising
From a world of counting calories
From a world of trying so hard to fit in it hurts
A world where girls words cut deeper than boys
A world where everyone acts fake.
In the Heart of the Storm
In the heart of the storm, where chaos thrives,
Tilted Towers stands, where the battle drives.
Skyscrapers tall, with windows cracked,
Players drop in, no turning back.
The sounds of gunfire fill the air,
A fight for survival, none can compare.
Fortunes are made, but legends are lost,
In the towers where all pay the cost.
Through the madness, one will stand,
A victor emerging, with the last demand.
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From golf to hurling to basketball to the farm, these are the things that bring me no harm,
Big ball, small ball, white ball or orange ball, these things don’t worry me at all,
From trainings and matches , to sunsets lit by matches,
From hay to play, from ducks and trucks,
These are all the things that inspire me in Ireland.