Education
First of all, first of everything
Education comes first over everything.
Whether it’s the books,
Or whether it’s the falls
It’s a mostly universal experience of all.
Many people reminisce in the future,
Many don’t at all as it’s such a diverse experience overall
As the crisp autumn comes the books, the looks,
the pressure can become too much for anyone to bear, anyone at all.
It can be a place of comfort, seeing your friends, seeing the people who make you happy and make you forget.
School is a place, first of all,
First of everything, remembered every Fall.
Being a Boy
Being a boy is harder than people think.
Everyone expects you to be tough, rough, strong and big,
like you always have something to prove.
You’re expected to act like nothing bothers you,
like you don’t get hurt,
and like you can handle anything.
The second you show emotion,
people might call you soft, weak
or say you’re not a real man.
So you learn to laugh things off,
and pretend you’re okay even when you’re not.
There’s this huge persona
that boys are expected to fit into
just to be seen as normal.
You have to fit in with the lads,
act confident, look strong,
have the right clothes, play sports,
be athletic, take a joke.
Although I love my sport
and love playing hurling or GAA
and I enjoy playing club or county,
I wonder sometimes am I doing it
to fit in with the lads
or make my parents proud and accept me.
You’re expected to be funny
and never let anyone see your insecurities.
And on top of all that,
there’s the pressure of girls, relationships,
and trying to be attractive enough
for someone to like you.
It can feel like you’re constantly competing with everyone else,
comparing yourself to other boys,
and wondering if you’re good enough.
The hardest part is that sometimes
you don’t even know who you really are
because you spend so much time trying to be the person
everyone else wants you to be.
You might want to talk about your feelings,
admit that you’re struggling,
but instead, you keep it all inside
because you’re afraid people will look at you differently.
It’s like boys are taught
that being a man means never caring, crying
or showing weakness,
when really, everyone has feelings
and everyone struggles.
Happy Again
This is about how much my love life
and how it really does my head in
and I don’t know what to do.
And that every girl that I wanted
I fucked up all of them
and I don’t know what to do.
And all that happens is I get played
and I really have nothing to do
and I only have me in life.
And that no one has been there for me
and sometimes the only time I think I have something
is the music in life.
And that sometimes I feel like I got no one
and that I miss how I used to be funny and happy
and had a life.
And now I don’t.
I feel like I miss the way I used to be
and how there was so much I could have done
but I didn’t because of how I am.
And that there was nothing left in me
and of how there could have done but didn’t.
I wish I did, but I didn’t.
Sometimes I feel like I should have
but there’s nothing I can do.
I want gym to get bigger
and to look better
because I used to hate the way I looked.
But now sometimes, now I look better,
I still don’t like the way I look.
But it’s okay
because maybe I will be happy again.
New Friends, New Places
People come and go,
You may like them and the ones you know,
Stay with you forever no matter how far you travel
Every new place,
Every new experience, helps you to build yourself,
You keep certain people around so your not lonely,
But the people who truly care can be across the vast ocean
And yet you still feel them spiritually beside you.
Even though your friends will leave you,
For their new life in their new place,
For their new friends and their new changes,
The real friends stay with you through old and through new.
A true friend is always there for you.
To Be Heard
They come from rich houses, loving families and privileged backgrounds.
With full bellies, toys and gifts galore all year round.
They are told they have no problems or struggles in life, being dismissed as whiney and ungrateful.
They are pressured to live up to standards that are beyond their reach,
With parents that love them too much to watch them pursue dreams that aren’t successful in their own eyes.
All they want is someone to understand their struggles and be there for them.
They come from impoverished families with also loving parents,
Where emotions are neglected and perceived as weakness.
“Man up and stop whining!” They would say,
“Deal with it!”, when all they wanted was support from their loved ones.
All they want is to not be judged,
To be allowed to feel human emotions,
And not bottle them up and teach the same thing to their children
and let their emotions take over them.
All they want is to be heard.
A Few Days
I’m just trying my luck with this
and it doesn’t look too great for the job
so I’ll try and make some more changes later
this evening or tomorrow night
to make things work better with your plans.
I think we could just have some fun together
if that’s possible for us and if that’s the only way
I would be willing I would be able
I just need a few days.
Sister
I have a sister
Although I’ll never tell her she means a lot to me
She has helped me and I have helped her
We argue and fight with each other
But at the end of the day she’s the friend I cherish the most
She understands me more then anyone else
I can tell her how I feel and she can tell me how she feels
I can be myself around her without the fear of being judged
We share many of the same interests and I feel that she played a major part of who I am today
I have a sister and I am so extremely grateful for that.
I Grew Up As a Girl
I grew up as a girl,
I used to choose blue over pink in hopes i wouldn’t be seen as girly,
so I never got to express myself.
I grew up as a girl,
I was never volunteered to help carry chairs as I was “weak”
so I’d pick up two to prove them wrong.
I grew up as a girl,
I always thought we were below boys for no reason
so I’d work twice as hard to be seen as equal.
I grew up as a girl,
I notice the double standards,
so I’m more aware of how I act and dress.
I grew up as a girl,
Why do I have to be careful and aware of every little detail around me.
I grew up as a girl,
I sometimes wished I grew up as a boy.
My Experience
My experience as a girl
is a mix of different feelings.
Everyday I feel so much
that my head starts reeling.
Insecurity
Insecurity hit like us like blow in the face
We can’t be who we are because we would be judged
Life should be equal no matter who we are
or where we come from
At the end we all just want a happy ending.
Characters
Characters I make and choose their faith
Characters to love and hate
Characters to show the best and worst of us
Characters to show the hurt that comes on us
Characters to name and shame
Characters to play life as a game
And restart when things are not right
Characters to to show heart of what’s underneath in the dark.
Pink
Hating pink was never about the colour,
It was about feeling like less than my brother.
In school they would ask for big, strong boys,
To carry boxes full of books and toys.
I tried to tell them I was just as strong,
But they always looked at me like I said something wrong.
“That top is too short, that skirt is too high”, but when it comes to boys, no one bats an eye.
When we play sports, I’m always put last,
But they never even consider, I can run just as fast.
So in the end, pink was never just a colour,
Pink is a facade that hides the misogyny imposed on one another.
She
She was smart
She was kind
She knew how to use her mind.
She cared, she was bright
But she was scared of the light.
She wasn’t pretty,
Buts she was smart,
She was messy
She liked art.
But the fear of being seen as the girl she had always been,
Was greater than the pain of living the same,
As everyone else just to fit in.
She hid behind herself, and who she really was.
In a World
We live in a world where it is difficult to be “you”
We constantly compare our own opinions and views,
Our heads are constantly spinning with confusion and fear,
We have hidden our vulnerability, not willing to shed a tear.
Our personality’s are shaped by those around us
Our mind is flooded with guilt and fear of trust.
There is a Man
There is a man, the only man
Who lives in his little world
He doesn’t think of tomorrow
Today is his chance if he could
He loves the world
He hates the world
He has no concept of time
He lives, he breathes, he eats, he sleeps
Who cares its all a lie.
Classroom
The lights in the room blind the students
each week and day,
in the morning so bright,
not used to the light.
The computer ticks by
each week and night,
yet the only thing changes
is the students each day and night.
The room has remains
of each years gone by,
signs old for plays years gone by,
drawings on the board still there to this day.
The dart boards on the wall
still fresh today and ready for play,
the posters on the wall
still full of knowledge.
Yet the room ticks by
each day and night,
yet the only thing changes
is the students as the day goes by.
Night
When I’m walking home at night
and all I feel is fear or flight
The World
The world grinds my gears
Its full of all my fears
Of never ending wars
And the blood curdling roars.
Fear of the end
And unable to mend
The world we call, Home.
Fear of Nuclear Warfare
And evil, rich billionaires
With the rise of software
And no clean air.
The world may end
But we need to defend
Need to fix this place
Or lose the race.
Being a Girl
Being a girl is like being a squirrel in a lions cage
With all eyes around me filled with lust and rage.
Deep Conversation
When something is said
It makes the conversation dead,
Something so bad and out of line
A topic that most don’t find fine,
We sit there in disbelief
Looking at that person like they are a thief,
Then one just laughs and we begin to follow
Because we want to get rid of the feeling which is mellow,
We know it’s not right
But we choose not to fight,
Once one laughed we all laughed because we are sheep
But that’s weak,
We should stand up and say no
Because we know what was said shouldn’t go,
It takes one person for the rest to follow
So be the one who doesn’t laugh and isn’t shallow,
Say it’s wrong
The rest will follow and It will make you strong.
One Night
Walked home one night
I saw a figure and screamed with fright
The only thing keeping me was the light
It was so bright I didn’t dare to scream or fight.
Mean
Boys can be rude and sometimes mean
But it can be funny and come from the heart
Some mean words are meant to encourage
and help better yourself and others.
Boys
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I hate boys
They’re all fools.
Shadow
Walking home one night
I saw a shadow and shouted from fright
I picked up my phone and called my mam to say it was a man
Ran home with fear, and all in the end was clear.
Flamed & Blamed
Flamed and blamed for someone
who just loved the game.
Creep
As I walk home at night I saw a figure, I ran with fright.
I kept running until I could see a light.
I arrived home and went to sleep.
Even though all I could think about was that creep.
Good
Good Poem
Good house
Good family
Good friends
Life’s good.
Students
Students can mess
Which results in stress
The teacher which runs the room
Walks in with great gloom
The kids are so ungrateful
And are also very hateful
But some are quite bright!
Which brings the teacher delight.
School
I don’t like school
Because I have to wake up early for school
Summer
Roses are red
The air is warm
The fields are blooming
Birds are flocking
Children are laughing
All is well.
Fences
I’ve been painting every fence I know
Every colour bleeds into the same
And before you go and walk away
Yeah, you better know where your going
Put You in Your Place – AI
Owed you nothing but gave you my all
You use me and play me until I fall
You portrayed me as a friend, even more as a lover
In the end for there to be another.
Friends to lovers, never the plan
It was good the moment it began
Soon on , the truths were revealed
right then our faith was sealed
You made me laugh, you made me smile
You were a good friend but only for a while.
Our friendship was strong the relationship the break
Never pictured you as a lying snake.
To close us off like tying a shoe lace
It’s my turn to put you in your place
Your a player and a cheat
Glad I never fell to your defeat.