Heartbreak minus heart is break.
Heartbreak minus heart is ache.
Believe minus be is leave.
Me take away him is
Him and me divided
Me divided by him equals
That was crap, what was that.
You let everyone down.
You could have done better.
You’re not putting enough effort in.
Even though you put so much work in
You’ll never see the good in what you do,
Even though it was amazing in someone else’s eyes
You’ll never think it was good enough.
At least you’re putting effort in,
it’s better than nothing
It may not be nice in your eyes,
but it was beautiful in anothers.
Stop doubting yourself, focus on the positive.
At least you have a goal to look up to.
Believe in yourself, you can do it.
Stand out, show everyone what you’re made of.
Life is too short.
You have to do what makes you happy.
It is not good to be doing a job
That is boring and you hate
Just for money.
Never wonder why your life is so boring
If you never planned on living it big
And never let anyone say that
You can’t do this
Or you can’t do that.
With hard work and commitment
The sky will be your limit.
So I say you stand up
Create your own path
And fight for what you love.
You only live once.
The Path to Light
Willful ignorance of what’s true.
You don’t care really?
You only live once.
The world is filled with wonder.
That simple feeling of here and now.
So many bitter moments.
Pain you toil.
You bleed and cry.
The evil is great.
The shadow of your soul.
The hatred you know.
It burns you till you’re
Ash and dust.
But there is a light.
The soul that changes
In a world of might.
The path to light is a trail by tears.
By blood, by loss.
The echoes of ghosts.
Choose this meaning?
Everything you do matters.
Will you carry that?
Or fade in to the cursed abyss.
In the swamp with no meaning.
This is the world we live in.
Everything you do matters.
I remember doubting myself one day
And my grandad turned around to say
He said that you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen One of the happiest that’s ever been
He said “there is no point doubting yourself
You make me proud every day”
And I will always be proud I’m glad to say
I shed a little tear
There was nothing for me to fear.
Holiday in Russia
A whole family together
Far, far on the other side.
Uncle, Aunt, Cousin,
Niece, Nephew and Granny.
All in one place,
All in one sensation
The time I visit
The time I never forget
Though no matter how far I am separated
May the memories never end.
“Judges bang!” and up goes my hand
All is said and done
The round is over but not in my head,
I’m in the ring people all round
They’re cheering and jeering, it’s quite the crowd.
All that matters now is 3 feet across
I wonder how he’s taken the loss
Then there’s the medal gold and shining.
I don’t even hear the old man whining
We walk off the ring with a shake of the hand
And i’m back in the world, it’s over, it’s done.
I am the champion
I’m number one.
Full of flavour
Can’t live without
Keeps me awake
I remember begging for it for ages
And soon as i saw the box I knew what it was
The first time I played it, it sounded shit
I realised it was going to be harder than I thought
But I learned, and practiced
Soon it felt familiar
I began to remember where
everything goes without thinking
But then practising grew boring and I was too impatient.
It was more a chore than something that excited me.
So it stopped
But my ability never went away
A few months ago I opened that case again
And as soon as I lifted my violin on my shoulder
held the bow in my hand it came to me again.
This is what I love to do.
Is there anything better than being shaken awake In the late A.M
By a brother or a mother or some significant other.
Grabbing your suitcase and eating your breakfast
And heading to the airport listening to the radio
With butterflies in your tummy
So ready to get away from it all
For a week or two
To experience something
New and different
Walking on stage
It’s the final night of the show
The spotlight is on me and I can’t
See anyone in the audience
But I can feel their presence
Hear their cheers
And in that moment
I realise that this isn’t
This is only the beginning
Because I need that feeling again.
Sometimes someone hurts you so bad
It stops hurting at all
A childhood of constant nightmare,
I am the 8 year old
who had to feed her drunken dad.
The alcohol took over, and really it’s sad
That the alcohol not only made him drunk
But he also forgot how to love, or notice me
My little heart sunk.
Oblivious to my 10 year old little feelings,
my life was falling apart
Slowly but surely waiting to explode.
I was no longer treated human,
lost and broken
Like a glass smashed on the floor
Do not call my 16 year old self
a “crybaby” or a “drama queen”
Call me broken glass.
My favorite moment
when we won division 1
we bet all teams in Kildare
we got into dublin division 3
bet everyone in that division
Stayed in division 1 for 3 years in a row
Got into division 2
Bet one of the best teams in Dublin
Became Kildare champs
And well known in Dublin
Made the Kildare team.