Me
Why would they care who I like?
I just want to be accepted,
In a school of the gender you fancy.
I feel like I’m going to be rejected.
I’ve known since day one,
I knew the day would come.
My parents told me to stay silent,
I felt like getting violent.
I now love myself,
I can say that for sure.
I’ve bottled up my feelings for years,
There is now no tears.
Search
The wind billows in my ear
Waves crashing on the rocks below
I seek meaning, but mist makes it unclear
Depression overwhelms me, but i guess it started long ago
But with all this sadness there is light
A tunnel always worth journeying
And while I may have my frights
For happiness, I will always keep searching
I am Free
You are born.
I am free.
You are given a name.
I am free.
You are given a religion.
I am free.
You are given a PPS number.
I am free.
You are told how to act, what to say, how to dress.
I am free.
You go to school.
I am free.
You get a job.
I am free.
You pay bills, taxes, insurance.
I am free.
You get married.
I am free.
You have kids.
I am free.
You obey the law.
I am free.
Repeat after me:
I. Am. Free.
My Tea’s Gone Cold
My tea’s gone cold, I’m wondering why I got out of bed at all
I see glass broken on my floor; I see blood dripping down my wall
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can’t see at all
I try to stand but my legs to weak, I fall
And even if I could it’ll all be grey, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad at all
Sleeping
Waking up, oblivious to the world around me,
The alarm clock beeping like a JCB.
“Oh just shut up…” Groaning, Settling back upon the pillow,
Just ‘shutting my eyes’. That dangerous game.
Staggering downstairs, zombie-like,
To throw a few corn flake into a bowl and wolf them down.
Hopping into the car, not even a word to the Mother,
To dose off in the car as we race towards the bus.
Getting to the door of the school, pushing it open,
Filled with dread of yet another day of monotony.
A mask over my face and a sleepy haze before my eyes,
Barely being kept awake by the droning of the teacher. Droning.
However, as I step out into the yard, feel the sunlight upon my face,
Have a laugh at the expense of another.
Id look towards the rest of the day, slightly hope-filled,
Maybe it won’t be too bad. I’ve had worse. Probably.
Loyalty
I’d rather have loyalty than love
‘Cause love really don’t mean jack
See love is just a feeling
You can love somebody and still stab them in the back
It don’t take much to love
You can love somebody just by being attached
See loyalty is an action
You can love or hate me and still have my back
The Dreaded Ringing
The dreaded ringing.
Taught to form a line,
Taught to get to class
At the call of the time.
Order and control.
Taught to follow suit,
Taught to live up to
Expectations of brutes.
Silence and sorrow.
Taught to keep quiet,
Taught to listen to them
Demanding no riot.
Sitting Here
Sitting here
No inspiration
Can’t rhyme, can’t scan
What do I do?
Panic!
Like a Butterfly
I was walking like a butterfly
Up so high nearly in the sky
Wavering from side to side
Best time of my life
After running a million miles
Or maybe not just a mile
Ladybugs make me smile
I wonder what makes you smile
Up so high like a kite
Just made up with my friend after a fight
His name was pat and that was that
And now we’re friends for life
You Got Me
I know sometimes things may not always make sense to you
But hey, what daddy always tell you,
Straighten up little soldier.
Stiffen up that upper lip.
What you crying about?
You got me.
“Past Present And Future”
Growing up without a father figure in the home,
I look at these people how do they afford the top notch phones,
The last few years u could day they have been rough,
I love playing hurling some say I play rough,
Music gets me through each day,
From Dermot Kennedy to James Bay,
I dream of things like cruising on Monaco harbour,
I don’t want things to get anything harder
If I do well in school and get a good job,
My future wife telling me to change that doorknob,
I tell myself I have found the one,
We will be bathing on the harbour under the sun,
He Said What
He said what,
He said that,
He said that l look like a rat
He thinks he can hurt me
He thinks he can beat me
But only I can disagree
I’m not scared
I’m not shy
You really think I’m going to go and cry
I see you each day you try make me pay
For how I look and what I say
You might not know
I don’t care
But you are not aware
It doesn’t bother me at all
Just makes me a bear
Farming
From the cows in the shed to the horns on their head
From the big John Deere to the bulls big rear
From the grass in the field to the little rabbit that squealed
From the plate of Cabbage bacon and spud to the puddles of mud
From the bales of hay to the milking every day
From the early mornings and late nights to the sunset in the tractor with lovely sights
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When you’re walking around town you’d need eyes in your back,
Junkies and dealers all wanting crack.
Weeds getting thrown around like it’s medicine when really there throwing there life in a bin.
If you speak freely you’ll get a slap or get called names when in reality you’re just spitting facts.
When I’m older, I’ll look back and be glad I never threw my life away because of everyone I had.
The towns turning into crap and it’s a pity to see how our city has turned out.
I want to get out of here as soon as I can because I don’t want my children putting their life in a bin.
Hurling Is
Hurling is fast, hurling is class,
Hurling is skilful but also messy,
Hurling is love, Hurling is life,
Hurling is dangerous but we love it.
These Lockdowns
I’m sick of being at home during these lockdowns
All I wanna do meet with the homies and clown around.
This was meant to be the maddest year
Now we stuck at home all day with the homies in the ear.
School
I hate school because it is stressful
At first, it was easy
But as you go on it becomes annoying
Even though, it is meant to help you
It becomes successful
It becomes very unbearable.
Why I hate Liverpool
I really hate Liverpool
Jurgen Klopp is a bit of a tool
All the fans think Thiago is a God
Who are they trying to cod
Gini Wijnaldum is on his way out
He must not have been enjoying their goal drought
2021 has not been there year
As man Utd fans cheer
Because we are top
If only we bagged one away at the kop
OG
The old days are the ones we always miss,
And miss them I do.
Fortnite was at its peak and life was just plain good,
The lads would go online and we could play all night,
The double pump was cracked, life was so fun,
Oh how much I wish I could go back to those simple days,
Anarchy acres, loot lake and the factories,
I sometimes watch my old clips to bring back the memories.
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Roses are red,
Damos Landini is blue
The Massey is classey
And so are you
Fortnite
They say I’m cracked at Fortnite
I say yes I am
They ask me how I got so good
I say shush your dog water
They ask how I get these dubs
I say it’s not my fault your free
After all I count 1,2,3 and pump him
Thinking of You
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I sit here playing warzone
Thinking about you
Your long luscious locks makes blue
I wish you were here with me