Football

By: Chris and Chris

 

I miss the days

 

when I used to play

 

Going out playing a match

 

on a cold Sunday

 

On a team with my friends

 

All them days came to an end

 

I miss scoring

 

a load of goals

 

Now sitting at home

 

scoring virtual ones

 

I miss football

 

it was so fun

 

To think I coulda made it

 

and been number one.

 


IT

By: Megan

 

Grind it

 

Pour it

 

Twist it

 

Light it

 

Inhale it

 

Swallow it

 

Exhale it

 

Share it

 

Feel it

 

Finish it

 

Adore it

 


Anxiety Attacks

 

(described by the alphabet)

 

By: Leanne

 

It all starts off good.

 

Nervous but it’s easy

 

A B C showing promise

 

that the rest will be easy.

 

The middle part gets rocky

 

E F G H I J K

 

But you get through it

 

Then it hits

 

The rush of letters

 

that forms in to one word

 

ELEMENOPY

 

And you break

 

But the alphabet doesn’t stop there

 

You still have the rest of the time

 

To pick yourself up.

 

And when you finally hit

 

The X Y and Z.

 

You made it.

 

And you can always make it through.

 


Stephen’s Day

By: Anon

 

Stephen’s Day two years ago

 

I first smoked a bit of blow

 

I never did know

 

It would mess with me head

 

Going asleep eyes squinted in the bed.

 

Me ma tries to prove a point

 

But I still go out and smoke a joint

 

I love a bit of lemon haze

 

It puts me in a daze.

 

I’m still smoking up.

 

I need to give it up

 


Youthreach

By: Anon

 

I’m sitting in youthreach

 

When I wish I was at a sunny beach.

 

This place is shite

 

Wish I was on a night out

 

Buzzin for the weekend to have a groove

 

But during the week

 

I don’t wanna move

 

I try my best to get through the week

 

It is hard enough

 

When teachers are screaming in your face

 

And looking rough.

 


Bullying

By: Lorna

 

Bullying makes me angry

 

They try to make themselves

 

look better than you.

 

They put you down

 

and laugh at you

 

And make your head

 

look down at the ground.

 

They make you feel worthless

 

That you need to change who you are

 

Change your appearance

 

And make you just want to give up.

 

But thank you bullies

 

for making me leave that school.

 

I’m much happier now and I

 

Like who I am

 

And how far I have come

 

And now

 

I look down at you.

 


The Field

By: Sean and Shane

 

You walk into the field.

 

You see a load of junkies

 

Jumping around like monkeys

 

Waiting on the boys

 

So they can get funky

 

There is always Richie

 

He’s always itchy

 

He had money in his sock

 

Because he got docked

 

He only had a score

 

He was begging for more

 

For fucksake he

 

Just wanted a score

 

He walked into the old church

 

To see his friend overdosed

 

He stuck a needle in his arm

 

Killed himself through self-harm.