St Kieran’s College, College Rd, Co. Kilkenny



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.




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




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.




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?



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




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




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.




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




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.




Roses are red,

Damos Landini is blue

The Massey is classey

And so are you




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