School: Our Lady’s
I will pack now, and go to Gorey.
For there the children run around.
Screaming and shouting for ice cream.
And the caravans, built of brick and wood
Give the place a nice peaceful feeling.
For there I wander aimlessly around
Like a puppy.
Riding on my bicycle,
Where I go to tropical islands which consist of
A playground, or to the fields
Which have a tennis court, or the mysterious barn
Which is hollow and empty.
For now, I will pack and go to Gorey
Even as I am walking among the pearl white grass.
I know it deep down at the bottom of my heart.
School: Our Lady’s
We wake each morning
To a ringing alarm.
Could be your mam, your phone
Or maybe you, on your own.
How many more years will it be like this?
What’s the point of it all
To only end in tears.
We follow a system that’s been here for lifetimes.
But I’m still young, so told to follow their guidelines.
We might be young and without a degree.
But we’ve got more empathy than they’ll ever see.
School: Our Lady’s
My Granny’s House
My Granny’s house
Was old and damp.
On four acres of land.
We’d walk hand in hand.
But there’s new homes now
Where the orchard was.
And new lives on her land.
Her house is still there
But it’s so much different.
I wander through the new estates
Wishing nothing had changed.
School: Our Lady’s
We Don’t Know
Isn’t it funny how we think we know each other.
But then we’ve to think twice
About the name of someone’s mother.
Yes we may attend the same school
And daily be made live under the same rule.
But yesterday everyone had
An individual battle that they fought.
There might not have been love and peace sought.
Everyone around us lives a life we don’t know
They don’t often put that side of them on show.
I love my sister
She knows me better than anyone else
She always has my back
We always have the craic
She never lets me down
She always make me laugh
She picks me up when I’m down
She always gives me little motivational talks
I can tell her anything and she won’t judge
But I always have her back cause I’m her number one fan.
My Nana she was always there for me.
She taught me half my life and I am truly grateful.
What I love about her is she never gave up on me.
Now she’s gone
but not forever in my heart.
I’ll will never forget the wonderful memories
I had with her and I know she would be
Very proud of me.
Things that I love
The only person always there
Taught me how to live
How to not let things bother me
Sliding down the stairs on a big teddy bear.
Sneaking sweets and you
never being able to hear me say thanks
Curling my hair, TV so loud.
Going to church not knowing what’s happening
Me growing up
Learning I’m not like others
Can’t spell or read but that never stopped you
From helping me
Never forget to spell together
As always you came to get me when I arrived at yours
Never forget running to your door.
But it’s all gone
Seeing you isn’t nice
Going to a home that smells horrible
You forgetting me on bad days
But you’re 95 and I’ve had 16 years
I won’t forget you.
Even if you do.
Sitting by the pool with the sun blazing down
Sweaty suncream sprawled across my face
The only one who remembered to put it on
Laughing about nothing, smiling about it all
Sharing ice-creams everyday
Who cares about germs anyway
Telling everything we know
Road trip after road trip
Singing the whole way along
My best friends in the whole world
Good-looking boys too
Campfires and sunsets
The best time I ever knew
I love good weather
And when we’re out for school
My mam says summer’s too long
But I’m never going back to school
Everything is just better the days
Are longer and the food is great
You get to do whatever
And forget about work, due dates.
But when you seen the tesco ad for
Back to school pop up
You know the summer will soon be locking up
Time to make the most of it now
Before it’s back to jail for another year
Let’s hope this sentence is less harsh this time
And time flies by here.
Please Pick Me
I can’t write poems
I wish I could
This is my fourth time trying
Please pick me for the workshop
I’d love to go
Can you please pick me
I want to be able to write poems.
We ran down Dun Laoghaire pier
struggling to keep up with John and Aaron
Like the buoys in the water trying to keep afloat
The wind wailed in our ears
as we huddled at the end of the pier
I was late home that night
and I didn’t care as we sat outside
I wish darts were off today
and the buses would stop
So we couldn’t go home
and we could stay in that memory forever.
We were waiting at the bus stop
Also with Millypops
She was waiting on the 61
But there was no bus due for us
And that was not much fun
We started to run thinking
It would make the journey fast
But that did not last
We were out of breath and thirsty
Not caring about who we would see
In the distance I could see
Rathfarnham Shopping Centre
Waiting for me
Finally we reached Templeogue College
Very sweaty because it was nearly May
But there was no school
Because it was a Sunday
I heard Emily’s dad beep,
In his jeep
It was a great relief
She didn’t have to walk to Ashleaf.
I Hate it.
I hate the way you lie
I hate the way you left without saying bye
I hate the way you make me feel down
I hate the way you’re not around
I hate the way I lost my best friend
I hate the way it had to end
Big Clown Shoes
The next-door-neighbour of your dreams
He was over every weekend for the Sunday Game As he didn’t bother to set up his own TV He never married yet he was always happy
The smell of his house I will never forget
That musty old person smell with a mix of persil His big clown shoes that he shuffled off to church in He lived every moment to the fullest Playing magic tricks with me and my sister
But now there’s kids younger than us in the house next door.
I would much prefer if I could just hear you
Shuffle through our stones to our front door.