We are Told
We are told to repress who we really are,
Just so we can protect the people who disagree from baring witness to our sin,
Imagine having to fight to protect your identity,
Equal rights shouldn’t be a luxury.
You’re afraid of what you don’t understand,
And you don’t want to understand,
If something is different, it’s a threat,
How our worldwide conspiracy is grand.
We take the time to celebrate our differences,
But we need permission two weeks in advance,
Punishing someone for who they are in itself is a sin,
As God is my witness, being gay is in.
Life knows exactly how wrong it acts
It’s a shouting match
Be the loudest and you’ll be listened to
No matter how wrong you might be
You’ll be right to everybody
Keep quiet down there; we don’t want your opinion
Don’t worry, we know exactly what we’re doing
We’ll follow the louder man.
I come from privilege
I come from fun, hate and jealousy.
With the whiteness of my skin comes the shine of my car
With the animals that are below me comes
The people that are above me
The dreamers and the succeeders that live among me
My shiny watch and my expensive phone comes the pain some could not know.
My misunderstanding family
And my dreams that live under the same roof
He is too cool
She is too caring
I am too great.
I Wake Up
I wake up,
I worry about work due,
I worry about me being lazy,
I come up with something to worry about when I can’t find anything.
Where do I get self-esteem?
Where do I get confidence?
There’s never one place,
For each of these complicated things?
I become scared to progress,
Scared to move forward
When I’m so anxious about the past,
When I remind myself about the things i’ve done wrong.
I can say 1 + 2 is 3,
And “when” is one of the 5 w’s
But I just can’t seem to get,
The act of talking to someone with confidence in what I say.
Souls Left Behind
Wind hits the window,
Its wet and miserable,
Always cold and frozen,
Rain falls by the dozen,
Always Dark clouds coming,
Would it ever warm up,
Feeling lost in a storm at sea,
Only waiting to capsize,
Sinking to the ocean floor,
Hope dying along with the fellow shipmates,
To remain with all the ones fallen before,
That get stuck under the pressure,
Bones in the ocean eroding away,
Turning to dust and washing away,
Just the souls left behind
Meath is my heartland
It’s full of happiness and joy
I love to speak my native tongue
And play Gaelic with the boys.
Surrounding me is fields and farms
And this is what I do
Tending to the farmer jobs
And shifting the cow poo.
A close-knit parish is what we are
We enjoy each other’s company
Neighbours houses side by side
Would often pop in for a cup of tea.
My place is amazing
And I’m proud of it
5k from Navan but in the country we be living it.
I wake up five minutes before school starts
I switch off half way through
I think about life going back to normal
I think about being the hero in a football game again
I think about performing on stage again
About seeing family and friends
About living life outside my house and screens
I think about seeing a game in a stadium full of noise and atmosphere
All day thinking but not doing
I think this is no way to live life
But at least I’m alive to think
When I saddle up the horses on a cold winters day,
The snow coming down in its small amounts,
We walk down the road with the clip clop of the horses shoves of the newly fallen snow,
Not a car to be seen or a person on a stroll,
We jump into the and take off galloping round and a round and a round,
Similar to the life were all living in,
All stuck in the loop where we wake up go to sometimes are meaningless jobs and go home and just to wake up the next morning to start the meaning less loop again,
When I arrive home, my tiered horse rests his tiered head on my shoulder,
I think to myself… Will any one understand the me the way this animal does?
The top 1% have 99,
The rest have only 1,
They say that it’s okay,
I say “yeah, ok for some,”
But the money in their pocket,
Is the money from my mouth,
The companies of billionaires,
Is not the company I share,
The only thing they share,
Is the one that they can buy.
All the Pressures
Being a teenager is hard
All the pressures
And the mam and dad
Pressuring me to get my work done
Telling me to grow up when they baby me
Also giving out when I’ve actually tried to do something
Threatening to send me away to another school if I don’t cop on and learn
Saying the teachers don’t make mistakes
It’s only me who is like this according to them
Playing sport is a get away from the whole teenage pressures
Yes it’s sport but I can express myself on the pitch
Playing fir club and county showing my skill
And my desire to work for my team
Friends for life are made in these years
They can be tough but we all loge are friends
You just can tell the ones who are going to be round for long
I Remember the Days When
I remember the days when,
I remember the days when we used to run and play not caring what other people say.
I remember the days when popularity was based on how fast you were
Instead of what drugs you prefer.
I remember the days when in the summer spending all day at the pitch,
Now they spend nights in a ditch,
Drink and smoking until they can’t breathe.
I miss the days when a new football is the only thing you would need
But now you have the whole world to please,
While other people chop down the trees
Now get down in your knees, and,
Cause those days are gone
And only getting farther away.
Out the Window
When I look out the window,
I see dark clouds from above covering the bright blue sky that once was visible
But now there’s dark clouds and rain that makes it all so miserable.
The sun that once shined a week ago,
Now I’m trying to find the sun that just won’t show,
The clock starts ticking and there is still no sun,
I’m still young so I might as well have fun
The Lucky Ones
The rain is a lot colder these days,
While the influencers tan gets tanner
We are told to stay at home, not to socialize,
Not to play sports while people are off getting locked every weekend,
We get to go 5k,
We get to have zoom calls instead of training,
And we get to live our school life on a computer
Aren’t we the lucky ones
A Painful World
My pain is all the same
With all the strain I’ve been gaining
In my world it’s always raining
Every time I’ve felt I’m hit or been thrown in pit
My pain will go on and can never be dismissed
As I have tried to look for help
But it always ends up hurts myself
With a memory that i found of my brother still being around
Each day without him
Always feel like a day of sins
All of this is strain filled
In this world that’s painful
Here is my room
Is where I will stay
All through lockdown
All through the day
I hate online school
It makes me feel sick
I have better things to be doing
For example getting fit
I’d rather be playing football
It’s my favourite thing to do
I can’t wait to get out of lockdown
So we can all go back to being who we are
And doing what we normally do
I wonder what is beyond this Earth
I hate being down on this dirt.
Could there be life a far far away
Or are we just the ones left a stray.
Explore the galaxy us humans should do
Technology will help us get there soon.
Who will be the one to hit Earth with struck
Reach for the stars and you might get some luck.
Whose hamster is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch him laugh. I cry hello.
He gives his hamster a shake,
And laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The hamster is cute, exciting and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to him cheap.
He rises from his gentle bed,
With thoughts of kittens in his head,
He eats his jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.
Lockdown is endless walks with the dog
Lockdown is hours staring pointlessly into a screen
Lockdown is missing family
Lockdown is having a feeling of emptiness inside
Lockdown is looking back at times gone by and giving anything to go back even for a day
Lockdown is depressing
We put the food on your table,
We work 24 hours a day, 7 days a week,
We get up at the crack of dawn,
We draw silage into the darkness,
We milk cows and feed calves,
We keep the supermarket shelves full,
We do all this for the love of it,
Because we are farmers
I’ve rather have loyalty that love because love really don’t mean crap
See love is just a feeling you, could love somebody and still stab them in the back
It don’t take much to love, you could love somebody just by being attached
Loyalty is an action; you could love or hate me but still have my back
All day you can be tired,
Until you get out on the field,
You will suddenly become inspired,
As if you have been healed,
The ball becomes the dancer,
Who dances to the tune,
That you play so often,
From morning to noon,
And all the time you play,
Is not just for fun,
But to get on the highway,
Towards the golden sun.
Love is blind
It’s really hard to find
Everyday that I grind
I fail to reach my right mind
Love is drum
It’s hard to overcome
The Strange Day
I went outside and saw the sun
Then I went inside and got a bun.
I put a burger on the grill
And underneath I found a dollar bill.
I got in my car and went for a spin
I then got the tires stuck on a pin.
I went to the garage and got it fixed.
But soon after the oil and water mixed.
The mechanic didn’t notice and slipped
And I accidentally had my shirt ripped.
I brought my car back home.
I went inside and got it changed.
I went for a jog and got mugged.
A fly soon came and I was bugged.
I didn’t see a branch and tripped.
And once again my shirt ripped.
That’s the end and it was a hectic day.
Hopefully the sun will shine in May.
A Rock and a Stone
In one hand I have a rock
In the other I have a stone
And to your shock
And although you may moan
A rock and a stone are brothers
I’ll tell you why
There’s no need to cry no need to be shy
A rock and stone are like a man and a boy
They will both be the same one day
They will both bring joy
So when you look at a rock and a stone
Dont look for weaknesses just enjoy
We are born into the life
Of early morn late nights
Tending animals with fear
To put food on the table
And for those in the stable
Rain hail or shine we plough on through
The highs and lows
Once the river flows
The flower grows
We are the workers the backbone the armour
We are the farmers
When it’s floated in high
My marker will sigh
A grin will come across my face
A grin of confidence, he knows his place
My arms will shoot up my legs to follow
And into the air I soar, more more and more
And when I’ve plucked it and it’s in my basket I’ll roar
And all this time to full back stayed rooted
He’d given up and was ready to be booted
He heard his manager who tooted and tooted
And worst off all his home supporters were muted
When the Sun is Down
When the sun is down at the end of the day
When stars are lit and the moon is bright grey
I’ll look up and stare and dream and gaze
And I’ll think
How am I going to amaze
Or will I just sit around and laze
When the sun is down at the end of the day
When stars are lit and the moon is bright grey
All I think of is one day maybe one day
Sitting at Home
Sitting at home most of the time
Waiting for this Covid to pass by.
Miss footy and being on the team,
Go out most days and play on the green
Miss the chats with the lads
All this stuff would make you go mad.
Soon we will be back thanks be to god
I might be able to get rid of me dad bod
In times like these you can sometimes feel trapped,
Sitting on the computer all day going tap, tap, tap,
There are no sports to play,
And nothing to do,
Maybe I’ll go online and buy me some shoes,
Your friends are online that’s all you can do,
You can’t meet them and greet them,
Sitting at home in your boxed shaped room,
At 1 am saying I’ll go to bed soon.
The morning starts in a nice snug bed
Until the awareness of breathless day ahead
Remembering online school starts today.
The teacher talks to lose my focus,
The homework comes in like piles of files brining in boredom
And pain to eat sleep school repeat until the weekend
Were my mind is mine and not another person’s property
Until the end of Sunday
Remembering the feeling of loop to repeat itself for another week.
This is where I spend my days now
On the farm looking after the cows
With no more sports
And just online school
Farming is the only activity I have left
No more parties
Or going out
Just the same thing day in and day out
Once there was a lad who was a little bit mad and he was known as Mikey.
He thought he was funny; he was only looking for money, so I had to have a little chat.
“You need to stop I’ll give you a chop. Then it was time for my cat.
She gave him a scratch; it was a good little match, until the dog came into play.
He barked and barked, the cat was marked so I hit Mikey.
That’s the end, Mikey was on the mend, so I gave him a lend of my first aid kit
I sit in my room with raging anger
With the stress of everything building up around me
I have a lot of pressure on my back
It is starting to show me that I’m beginning to lack.
I wish I could turn back the time where life was like a dime
Happy and free without a worry in the world
But life hit me so hard like spicy Indian curry
Tuesday morning is an absolute bore,
Just the site of zoom makes my eyelids sore,
The searing colours of Schoolwise pixels,
Oh how I despise their leering presence,
I sit here writing pretentiously,
In a forum for all the world to see,
My subject is the bore of the Tuesday morn’
An object of my lore, riddling of corn.
And so I conclude my futile rambling,
Its just an interlude of fumbling,
As the class go bumbling on,
To the next of the school’s cons.
Every days the same
I wake up every morning knowing todays gonna be the same
And I know that only Covid is to blame
I go into online class and I am bored already
And it just makes me sad because
I know I have nothing to look forward to after school
I used to have sports but now that’s gone
So now, I just sit at home all day
Not knowing any other way
When I’m waiting in the line
I just have one thought in mind
Butter or mayo? Spicy or plain?
In my head these thoughts flounder
Maybe I’ll get a quarter pounder
My ty is boring
Its being ruined by a pandemic
And I cant stand it
School is online
Sport is cancelled
I just want to be a teenager
And meet girls and go on the sesh
But I can’t even see my friends
Or even go out to her ends
Everywhere I go I hear corona.
I’m sick of corona.
I love the drink corona
But I feel like corona is killing me
And I don’t even have it.
I feel like I am in a tunnel that just won’t end.
Hopefully I can get out soon.