Tired of This
I’m tired of being treated like I don’t belong in this land,
I want to stop cursing at people in a language they don’t understand,
I know I may not be from these soils,
But it’s not my fault we’re experiencing these turmoils,
Tired of the blame going to “my people”,
Tired of being scared to leave my house,
Tired of hiding my face from everyone,
I’m tired of this.
Path to Your Dream
We live in a world,
Where people expect everything given to them.
They refuse to work for it,
They refuse to adapt for it,
They even refuse to be seen making an effort for it,
Yet still they expect to succeed,
Yet still they expect it to work out,
That in the end they’ll get the dream job,
That in the end they’ll get all they want.
And while they do this,
They want others to act the same,
They slow others down,
They try to trip others up,
They call it weird or strange,
That you work for your dream,
And suddenly you don’t fit in,
If you are seen to work,
If you are seen to try,
But you must try all the same,
Because you only ever get what you deserve.
The End of the World
The end of the world is upon us
People now fear when getting on the bus
As we fail to see the bigger picture
As the problem at hand is the point of fixture
As we worry about this superficial progression
We ignore the minorities suffering oppression,
The children handling depression
As the world falls
We worry about the iPhone we use to call
Our friends who silently suffer
The lads get tougher and tougher
Blocking the world out
All they want to do is scream and shout
But no one is about
Because the world ended a long time ago
Because we worried so much about the to and fro
Masculinity is trying to become the best man
However this act of behaviour is frowned upon
For what sacrifice
This wave of comfort is becoming a tsunami
Men now avoid uncomfortable encounters
Sadness is then created within
However this world can’t comprehend why
Bed is what attracts many others now
Some try to escape this vicious hole
But they’re sucked right back in
Off the Cliff
Daddy bird pushed baby bird off the cliff,
There were no tears, no shame, not even a sniff
Of fear, since this was normal. Our system
Of growing-up – a baptism of fire, of knives.
Off the cliff we prepare to fall, in two years
We receive our score, our points. Our fears
Of inadequacy are confirmed. We race into college,
Then into a job, into a mortgage, then into a mid-life crisis.
The knives of the CAO push us off the cliff, into our tombs.
I sit down, raise my shoulders, lift my hands.
It’s a mindset shift; a shift from the outside to my thoughts within.
My fingers touch the ivory keys, gently.
A sweet sound caused by me.
A sound that can be heard anywhere, yet I am unfamiliar with its source.
I am the sheet in front of me.
My eyes glance at the two sets of five lines. That’s all it is.
How can something so simple, so intricate, yet so complex to many,
With circles and stems create such a sound?
But it’s not just a sound, it is something that has the power to transport,
To heal, to comfort, to forget.
I decide what I want to do and how it is done – loud, soft, in between,
It doesn’t matter, it’s music and it’s art.
I process what’s in front of me.
What’s in front of me triggers my fingers to move in sprightly dance.
I can do it over and over, whenever I want, whatever I want.
It’s a passion, it’s what people know me for and it’s me.
I am a drone waiting to go home,
An indentured slave waiting day to day
For an honest remark from a person of power
That doesn’t abuse, and doesn’t spin the truth.
I am not a menace to society,
So why do I get stopped and searched like there’s a bomb inside of me?
I’m so upset because these aren’t my honest thoughts,
This is just another requirement that has to be fought.
A cosmos of space, full of fields, with a tiny difference causing a big change.
A difference of distance just right, not hot, nor too cold, from a bright white star.
A difference in species, made from a difference in evolution.
A difference enough to make intelligence.
Yet a small difference too much for most.
A difference enough to cause wars and oppression.
A difference enough to cause destruction
Between money, religion, colour and more
A difference that means nothing but ruins everything
I know what fear is
It follows me
Yet I am not a coward
Because the things I fear are scary
I lay awake at night
The split my parents are going through
Is like the Red Sea
My mother almost died
Exactly a year ago
I found her in a pool of blood
What happened to her, I do not know
I feel the pressure
Of other’s expectations
I fear that I
Can not meet them
But my biggest fear of all
Is telling people these things
What I fear most of all
Is what emotions these will bring
Fingers made from,
A song of sound
Loud without meaning
And quite but still heard
Both music and noise
They tell you its ok not to be ok ,
But they do not care
sure they act like it but they do not want you to share
They do not want to get involved in your affairs
They do not want you to show your feeling cause
They are afraid it will be bare
Deep down you are just alone and scared
We are locked inside from nine to four,
No walks outside; not any more.
Masks are worn all day through,
The corridors empty, nothing to do.
A prison is what I’d compare school to,
Trapped away, though we don’t want to.
Classrooms are like a big, spacious cell,
Making my time in school a living hell.
The Old Me
Only girl I give a conversation to is Siri,
My plans to marry, yes I want her clearly
I’m the chosen one,
They are not on my level,
They can’t even hear me,
Lately I’ve been praying,
I hope you can hear me,
Thinking about the old me,
I swear I miss you dearly
A Free Man
Addiction, conviction, extinction, fake system
Only 8 bars so i hope that you’ll listen,
With every decision I’m held back from my vision
To be a free man yes that is my mission
Another mistake don’t know what i’m missing
To get out of this place is all that im wishing
Shoes so shiny they must be glistening
This may be a rant but i deliver with precision
The same thing over and over
Night to day
Waiting and watching the world go by
5k to 20k to stay in your county
Madness is watching a fantasy go by
Without batting an eye
It’s hard to follow the rules when the
Rules are being broken by the ones
Making the rules.
What would it be like to be a shark,
Caught in nets, and in bycatch for your
Fins, only to be dumped into the sea.
Discarded, unwanted, unneeded nets taking your
Friends and your family,
Or eating plastic and rubbish, that you mistake
Well who would blame you; your food is being taken away from you by giant machines
That take exorbitant amounts of fish and then you get the blame.
You’re villainised for taking ten people a year while that species takes tens of thousands an hour,
But at least it would be “cool”
They aren’t addicts
They just roll up their problems
Lick there solutions
Light up there future
Inhale the good stuff
And exhale the bullshit
You live once
Enjoy the life your given
Because there is someone always out there
That’s less fortunate that you.
I am special
I am important
I am worth it
I can do it
I can conquer the world
I can stand up for myself and others
I am going to do my best
I am myself
I am a doormat,
I am the ground.
When I am lost,
I am not searched for or found.
I am a bird,
Whose wings have been torn.
Time after time,
My fake mask is worn.
How to Feel
I have no ideas
Do not know how I feel
Just lookin at reels
While I’m back on the wheels
I know where I came from
Still know I can stay something
Going up high
And I’ll reach for the sky
I play games all the time
Usually it’s games about trucks
It is always entertaining but sometimes it is irritating
I drive carefully but not slowly
I haul tons of cargo in the trailer
And I deliver it to my client
After they receive it I will go on Youtube
And I watch videos until I force myself to sleep
What I Have to Do
A poem is what I have to do.
I can say that the sky is blue
and use words I once knew
But after that, I’ve no clue
Maybe something that rhymes
And reminds us of old chimes.
But it isn’t really a hit or miss
So I guess I’ll leave it just like this
I am the hay
The horses eat
I am the leather
You use as a seat
I am the metal on a roundabout.
Round and round like a sprinklers spout
The water grows the grass so green
Where someone has broken their spleen
Sunday afternoon in sunny manchester
United at home, they’re playing leicester
The teams kick off, and the crowd begins to roar
Rashford gets tackled and falls to the floor
Penalty to United, what a surprise
Bruno steps up, R9 in disguise
Everyone knows, Schmeichel stands no chance
Before he hits it a little hop and a dance
He strikes the ball into the net
Leicester fans eyes begin to wet
United have won, it ends 1-0
Champions of England, oh what a thrill
As i stand at the core of my county unattached from this
Whole crisis that’s going on in this world
I stand there stranded, glaring all alone at the bright stars in the sky,
I take time to praise god for blessing me with another day
And for my loved ones to be all safe and sound.
And make one’s way round.
I was walking by a sandy beach
When i saw a cool fish
It was too far away
I could barely reach
I saw the sky and it was blue
During the lockdown
I could not realise
How much i grew
I am man
I am on top
I will make you drop
I am a man with a pen
I am a man of rage
I just made a song
With the words i am
Ur time is done
I like dogs
Cuz they are de hogs
Underrated as hell
Just like my doorbell
The day i dont like dogs
Will be the day i die
Cuz i was told by may mate smog
That the racing is live
Back from my training,
Wet cause it was raining,
The dirt has started staining,
My dirty boots have made my mum start complaining,
Irish weather is what I’m blaming
Parents don’t believe me and started shaming
If i run now my backside I’ll be saving
I like life
I wanna have a wife
I am motivated
I don’t care if I am hated
Chelsea is the best
I have pride to wear the crest.
Good morning Kanye,
School is hard
Feels like a psycho ward.
I’ve hunted near, I’ve hunted far
I even looked inside the car.
I’ve lost my glasses, I’m in need,
To have them now so I can read.
I want pot noodles
I need hot water
I also forgot a fork
I’m absolutely starving
Its curry flavour
Its “Super Noodle“ company
I’m gonna munch these up
I have a capri sun too
And max owes me 20euro
I’m on top YEHAW
Young fellas running cartoon bay
I am writing a poem
About writing a poem
And while I am writing this poem
I think about how I don’t like writing poems
And how poetry is a form of writing and expression,
But in my opinion is one of the more boring ways to so,
Thanks Stephen for the poetry
I am George
A monkey with no tail
There is so much to see
As I go along my trail
I pretend I am an explorer
Seeing so many different colours
I hope to see tall hills and big gorge’s
Because I am curious George
I hate pasta its so overrated
Thats why i hate it
A Lot of people love it
But a lot also think its rubbish
I also hate poems
I don’t know what to write
Because everything i think of is crap
All I Do
I play games a lot,thats bout all i do
People call me a noob
I wouldnt say im cool
But I am neither a fool
Gaming makes you unique
In your own perspective
If you don’t do it
You change the real you.
Sunday evening again, just in from work nothing I hate more than the thought of school work. Early mornings I’m dreading the five days of school, listening to teachers waffle and enforcing rules. Kept inside like prisoners trapped to a cell, such enjoyment is brought when we hear the school bell.
Weather outside looking like Spain, while we sit in doors with continuous pain. Teachers barking as we stare out the window, leave me alone or you’ll leave here a widow. Leaving school with depression is just a given.
Aren’t we all just sick of school, walking into the same stuff everyday nothing changes and the same old teachers constantly nagging and nagging about the same old stuff and it just gets tiring and boring. Teachers just constantly give out to you about the same old stuff “Stop talking, Do your work” it’s just a pain at this stage. We are in school with about 20 of our friends and they expect us not to talk. The government bringing back in TY students to sit in school to work and wasting 7 hours of our day. In Ty we should be on a reduced time table and spend our days getting real life help and preparing us for the future as that is what TY should be about and not sitting in school working like a dog.