Two Poems

 

Seconds after prayer

 

When we hear the fatal words

 

“She just passed away. The family want you there,” Stomachs drop and a sigh fills the room.

 

To hold a screaming child

 

And hold back your tears.

 

To hold a hand made of ice

 

And confirm all your fears.

 

“She’s in the wind” I told the girls

 

“Watch your artwork move,”

 

She’s never gone, she’s always here

 

But still I miss her too.

 

 

 

 

***

 

 

 

A bundle of warmth

 

A vessel of joy

 

The most wonderful girl

 

For the nastiest boy.

 

Eyes of honey

 

And fur of night.

 

I think she’s made

 

Of pure sunlight.

 

 

By: Alex

 

School: Sancta Maria

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hard times

 

Which we have faced

 

From the moment we first opened our eyes.

 

We wake up in a stranger’s room

 

The familiar scent

 

Of cigarette smoke

 

Floats through the air.

 

These are our hard times

 

And you’ll leave soon enough

 

Because that’s what they always do.

 

And though now you press

 

your lips against my bare shoulders –

 

Mumbling broken promises

 

of how you’ll stay and keep me safe,

 

I know better.

 

The sweet innocence

 

Once bubbling inside us .

 

Caught in our throats.

 

Eyes in the back of our heads

 

Gasping out for air.

 

These hard times control us.

 

These hard times kill us.

 

When these hard times

 

Finally take our breaths away

 

And leave us bloodshot and bruised,

 

Maybe then we’ll be free.

 

But until then light up a cigarette.

 

Let the hard times roll on.

 

 

By Anita

 

School Sancta Maria

 

 

 

 

 

 

Eyes

 

Eyes

 

The colour

 

Of peppermint tea.

 

Fingers

 

That chase guitar

 

strings like moments.

 

You’re smarter than me;

 

Always one step ahead,

 

We make eager opponents.

 

I don’t mind losing to you

 

Because it’s not about who gets what

 

It’s about who gets who.

 

 

By: Grace

 

School: Sancta Maria

 

 

 

She

 

 

 

She sits in the living room

 

Eyes fixated on the television screen

 

She does not notice me staring

 

With the same intensity as she

 

I watch her face in the mirror

 

Studying the lines, dimples,

 

freckles like stars.

 

She looks the same

 

as what I used to know.

 

But she’s not

 

She is long gone.

 

She exists only as a memory

 

Trapped in my mind

 

I wish to let her out

 

But she will not be able to return

 

No matter how much I yearn

 

You wanna know the stuff I hate

 

They’re kinda not that bad

 

But they exist; they still happen

 

It makes me really mad

 

You walk around you’re feeling fine

 

Then ugh! Suddenly

 

You realise to your surprise

 

You’ve stepped in poop, yippee!

 

You’re doing homework “this is great”

 

You’re on that writing grind

 

Then your amazing answer

 

Just leaves your mind

 

And don’t you hate, you might debate

 

When you’ve a story to tell

 

But the person that you’re talking to

 

Has a story as well

 

They’re just a few things that I hate

 

You may not agree

 

But they still exist, they still happen

 

And they make me really angry!

 

Goodbye Home

 

In the darkness

 

I’m all alone

 

Sitting on this big bare stone

 

Watching myself as I play

 

And then my memories

 

Fade away

 

I watch as I cry on the stairs

 

Close to ripping out all my hair

 

I watch myself when it’s time to go

 

Saying goodbye to my friends and

 

Goodbye to my home.

 

And then I’m back on this

 

Big, bare stone

 

I’m in the darkness but

 

I’m not alone..

 

I love the stars

 

I go to them for comfort

 

For the love and affection

 

I am deprived of

 

The nights of no sleep

 

They are always there

 

even when you can’t see them

 

A life without the stars

 

Wouldn’t be the same

 

Sometimes, they are all I have.

 

Rats

 

Dirty

 

Knitty

 

Gritty

 

Rats

 

They slide along sewage walls

 

They spy on you through crooked cracks

 

They nash their crooked teeth

 

As they plan on what to feast

 

You hear them in the alleyway

 

Trashing about

 

You hear their little squeaks

 

As they cry out

 

It was already said

 

Thoughts of regret going through my head

 

And all I could think

 

Was that I messed up again

 

And all the frustration

 

About the whole situation

 

That I could’ve handled better

 

But instead I let her

 

Slip away from my fingers

 

And the feeling still lingers

 

No matter how much I apologise

 

She won’t come back this time

 

I am writing a poem on this day

 

I don’t know what to do

 

I don’t know what to say

 

When i start writing

 

I don’t know what it is going to be about

 

But there is a feeling inside me

 

Then i suddenly have no doubt

 

My pen just walks on the sheet

 

Without it being controlled by me

 

When I am done, I am finished

 

I know it is complete.

 

I hope one day my dreams come true

 

To find out what I wanna do

 

I wished upon a shining star

 

To go to France and really far.

 

I want to see the world so clear

 

I hope that dream is coming near

 

It may seem like a fantasy

 

But really it’s reality.

 

I hope one day my dreams come true

 

I wonder if science can help too

 

But all I need is to believe in you.

 

I’ll find out soon my dreams come true

 

But that does not mean they won’t for you.

 

I believe in soulmates

 

But not in that stereotypical romantic movie kind of way

 

Two people’s paths can be destined to cross

 

One is not complete without the other

 

It’s always there

 

In the back of your mind

 

That feeling that you are missing something

 

Un-complete.

 

But then you meet them

 

And it all clicks

 

Your souls are reaching out

 

Desperately trying to escape your bodies

 

To be together again

 

They are the one person who understands

 

The one person who can make everything okay

 

And to me, they are a best friend.

 

I was lucky enough to find them

 

I only wish we’d had more time

 

But now we will live on

 

Side by side, our souls in harmony

 

Showing the world why storms are named after people.

 

When No One Listens

 

You say one thing

 

they take it in a different way.

 

They claim to understand,

 

yet they’re clueless again.

 

The pain inside builds up,

 

you try to explain but they think you lie.

 

They underestimate you

 

for your size,

 

you’re small,

 

you’re weak,

 

you’re tiny inside.

 

A tiny voice with some big ideas,

 

If someone would just sit down and try to hear

 

They think

 

they are rules of the world

 

Destroying planets

 

they did not come from

 

Killing everything

 

and everyone they see alive

 

They think

 

they can just walk in here

 

Walk in and make it their own

 

They think

 

they can kill us before we touch them

 

But we are not going down so easy

 

We will protect where we come from

 

They will not destroy us

 

Like they did to so many others

 

When does the sun rise

 

It will rise soon

 

I wonder if it is the same size

 

The same size as the moon

 

It rises and it sets

 

It seems like a project

 

The sun and moon have its own name

 

Though they are not the same

 

One may be big, one may be small

 

But really they are not that tall

 

They have its own light

 

But some may not see it sight.

 

Julia

 

She is me

 

She is a soft voice in my head

 

She is the joker who never sleeps

 

She is the baby who fought the hole in her heart

 

She is the curer when I cry

 

Who would dare tease her

 

Who would dare bully her

 

Who would dare criticise her disability

 

Who would dare criticise Down Syndrome

 

Who would dare

 

She is the fighter

 

She is the singer

 

She is the actor

 

She is the moaner

 

But she is most definitely my saviour

 

She is my sister.

 

She makes me, Me!

 

It’s a sunny day outside

 

but I’m stuck in my head

 

The definition of insanity

 

is repeating the same action

 

And expecting new results

 

But maybe if I stay here,

 

just a little while longer

 

The sun will slip through the cracks

 

make me whole again

 

It’s a sunny day outside

 

but my heart’s too heavy to drag

 

Out the door

 

I’ve tried to lift it many times

 

but am I really trying?

 

How hard can it be?

 

How much does grief weigh?

 

If I stood on a scale,

 

the numbers wouldn’t change

 

To the rest of the world,

 

I’m entirely the same.

 

So I’ll just grit my teeth

 

get myself off the floor

 

Because a time will come

 

when you can’t help any more.

 

I hate the slow walkers

 

When they refuse to move

 

I probably have shorter legs than you do

 

And I hate standing on plugs

 

With the three prongs sticking out

 

It really hurts the bottom of my feet

 

And it’s not what I’m about

 

Or when there’s slow wifi

 

And it gets your hopes up

 

Or babies crying on planes

 

Wailing like little pups

 

Or animal cruelty

 

Torturing animals until they die

 

Or when people stereotype others

 

When stereotypes are just lies.

 

Tracks.

 

I stand on the tracks

 

Head down

 

My spikes gripping the ground

 

My arms… shaking.

 

Ready…set…go.

 

I feel as light as a feather,

 

I’m running, sprinting,

 

I hear cheering

 

that makes me smile

 

I run faster and faster,

 

Until I see the finish line.

 

I feel sad as no one is cheering and

 

Boom

 

Back to reality,

 

I’m no longer as light as a feather

 

Too Many Things

 

There’s too many things I like

 

Books, Walt Disney, Mary Blair

 

But I really should say

 

I’ve an awful fear of stairs!

 

There’s too many things that make me angry

 

Things like Trump and weapons

 

Whenever I hear those things

 

The hope in life deepens

 

This poem took me a couple of seconds

 

Now go on,

 

Happiness and life, beckons!

 

An Evening In My Room.

 

The room buzzes yet is silent

 

An energy unnameable shaking within

 

Fingers drumming against hardcover

 

Rocking, rocking, rocking

 

The music rushes in, echoes

 

An accented voice rolls over the air

 

Languages both familiar and incomprehensible

 

And the room is alive

 

With music comes emotion as jumbled

 

And messy as the laundry at the foot of the bed

 

Breaking with each rock, rock, rock.

 

Light airy sounds, a memory of gulls

 

And icecream and grandad’s voice,

 

As a cornetto melts down my wrist

 

Banging drums crashing symbols,

 

The energy building with each note

 

Palpable, uncontainable, the room is heavy with it all

 

The room breathes with me as my pen moves til my wrist aches

 

My hands a frantic dance to the music

 

And I am rocking, rocking, rocking.

 

The world is alive.

 

How ever this beautiful creature came to be

 

Over the top amazing.

 

Real dreamers when in one mind

 

Sidekicks in a different way

 

E

 

S

 

My game.

 

When I go out to play

 

I get this adrenalin rush

 

Whether its street or competitive

 

We all come together to have fun

 

Lace up my boots

 

Get my gear on

 

We are all here to play ball

 

Whether we win, lose or draw

 

Football is the funnest of them all

 

I hate writing poems.

 

It makes me think of Rome.

 

All the fantasy and fiction.

 

Doesn’t give a reaction.

 

Oh I wish they would disappear.

 

They hit my heart like a spear.

 

Making me wish I was deaf.

 

But I am the chef.

 

Streets

 

A home is for a family, for comfort and fun

 

But it’s not fun when you don’t have one

 

The streets are cold when you have no shoes

 

People give money but very few

 

Not enough for clothes, a blanket

 

Or even a meal.

 

This is a horrible way to feel.

 

No one cares about the man on the street.

 

They just pretend to not notice, they just

 

Stare at their feet.

 

Life isn’t good when you’re all alone

 

With no family friends and no place to call home.

 

People say “it’s all your fault.”

 

But sometimes I wish my life

 

Would come to a halt.

By: Niamh

 

School: Sancta Maria

 

 

 

 

Two Poems

 

Seconds after prayer

 

When we hear the fatal words

 

“She just passed away. The family want you there,” Stomachs drop and a sigh fills the room.

 

To hold a screaming child

 

And hold back your tears.

 

To hold a hand made of ice

 

And confirm all your fears.

 

“She’s in the wind” I told the girls

 

“Watch your artwork move,”

 

She’s never gone, she’s always here

 

But still I miss her too.

 

 

 

 

***

 

 

 

A bundle of warmth

 

A vessel of joy

 

The most wonderful girl

 

For the nastiest boy.

 

Eyes of honey

 

And fur of night.

 

I think she’s made

 

Of pure sunlight.

 

 

By: Alex

 

School: Sancta Maria

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hard times

 

Which we have faced

 

From the moment we first opened our eyes.

 

We wake up in a stranger’s room

 

The familiar scent

 

Of cigarette smoke

 

Floats through the air.

 

These are our hard times

 

And you’ll leave soon enough

 

Because that’s what they always do.

 

And though now you press

 

your lips against my bare shoulders –

 

Mumbling broken promises

 

of how you’ll stay and keep me safe,

 

I know better.

 

The sweet innocence

 

Once bubbling inside us .

 

Caught in our throats.

 

Eyes in the back of our heads

 

Gasping out for air.

 

These hard times control us.

 

These hard times kill us.

 

When these hard times

 

Finally take our breaths away

 

And leave us bloodshot and bruised,

 

Maybe then we’ll be free.

 

But until then light up a cigarette.

 

Let the hard times roll on.

 

 

By Anita

 

School Sancta Maria

 

 

 

 

 

 

Eyes

 

Eyes

 

The colour

 

Of peppermint tea.

 

Fingers

 

That chase guitar

 

strings like moments.

 

You’re smarter than me;

 

Always one step ahead,

 

We make eager opponents.

 

I don’t mind losing to you

 

Because it’s not about who gets what

 

It’s about who gets who.

 

 

By: Grace

 

School: Sancta Maria

 

 

 

She

 

 

 

She sits in the living room

 

Eyes fixated on the television screen

 

She does not notice me staring

 

With the same intensity as she

 

I watch her face in the mirror

 

Studying the lines, dimples,

 

freckles like stars.

 

She looks the same

 

as what I used to know.

 

But she’s not

 

She is long gone.

 

She exists only as a memory

 

Trapped in my mind

 

I wish to let her out

 

But she will not be able to return

 

No matter how much I yearn

 

You wanna know the stuff I hate

 

They’re kinda not that bad

 

But they exist; they still happen

 

It makes me really mad

 

You walk around you’re feeling fine

 

Then ugh! Suddenly

 

You realise to your surprise

 

You’ve stepped in poop, yippee!

 

You’re doing homework “this is great”

 

You’re on that writing grind

 

Then your amazing answer

 

Just leaves your mind

 

And don’t you hate, you might debate

 

When you’ve a story to tell

 

But the person that you’re talking to

 

Has a story as well

 

They’re just a few things that I hate

 

You may not agree

 

But they still exist, they still happen

 

And they make me really angry!

 

Goodbye Home

 

In the darkness

 

I’m all alone

 

Sitting on this big bare stone

 

Watching myself as I play

 

And then my memories

 

Fade away

 

I watch as I cry on the stairs

 

Close to ripping out all my hair

 

I watch myself when it’s time to go

 

Saying goodbye to my friends and

 

Goodbye to my home.

 

And then I’m back on this

 

Big, bare stone

 

I’m in the darkness but

 

I’m not alone..

 

I love the stars

 

I go to them for comfort

 

For the love and affection

 

I am deprived of

 

The nights of no sleep

 

They are always there

 

even when you can’t see them

 

A life without the stars

 

Wouldn’t be the same

 

Sometimes, they are all I have.

 

Rats

 

Dirty

 

Knitty

 

Gritty

 

Rats

 

They slide along sewage walls

 

They spy on you through crooked cracks

 

They nash their crooked teeth

 

As they plan on what to feast

 

You hear them in the alleyway

 

Trashing about

 

You hear their little squeaks

 

As they cry out

 

It was already said

 

Thoughts of regret going through my head

 

And all I could think

 

Was that I messed up again

 

And all the frustration

 

About the whole situation

 

That I could’ve handled better

 

But instead I let her

 

Slip away from my fingers

 

And the feeling still lingers

 

No matter how much I apologise

 

She won’t come back this time

 

I am writing a poem on this day

 

I don’t know what to do

 

I don’t know what to say

 

When i start writing

 

I don’t know what it is going to be about

 

But there is a feeling inside me

 

Then i suddenly have no doubt

 

My pen just walks on the sheet

 

Without it being controlled by me

 

When I am done, I am finished

 

I know it is complete.

 

I hope one day my dreams come true

 

To find out what I wanna do

 

I wished upon a shining star

 

To go to France and really far.

 

I want to see the world so clear

 

I hope that dream is coming near

 

It may seem like a fantasy

 

But really it’s reality.

 

I hope one day my dreams come true

 

I wonder if science can help too

 

But all I need is to believe in you.

 

I’ll find out soon my dreams come true

 

But that does not mean they won’t for you.

 

I believe in soulmates

 

But not in that stereotypical romantic movie kind of way

 

Two people’s paths can be destined to cross

 

One is not complete without the other

 

It’s always there

 

In the back of your mind

 

That feeling that you are missing something

 

Un-complete.

 

But then you meet them

 

And it all clicks

 

Your souls are reaching out

 

Desperately trying to escape your bodies

 

To be together again

 

They are the one person who understands

 

The one person who can make everything okay

 

And to me, they are a best friend.

 

I was lucky enough to find them

 

I only wish we’d had more time

 

But now we will live on

 

Side by side, our souls in harmony

 

Showing the world why storms are named after people.

 

When No One Listens

 

You say one thing

 

they take it in a different way.

 

They claim to understand,

 

yet they’re clueless again.

 

The pain inside builds up,

 

you try to explain but they think you lie.

 

They underestimate you

 

for your size,

 

you’re small,

 

you’re weak,

 

you’re tiny inside.

 

A tiny voice with some big ideas,

 

If someone would just sit down and try to hear

 

They think

 

they are rules of the world

 

Destroying planets

 

they did not come from

 

Killing everything

 

and everyone they see alive

 

They think

 

they can just walk in here

 

Walk in and make it their own

 

They think

 

they can kill us before we touch them

 

But we are not going down so easy

 

We will protect where we come from

 

They will not destroy us

 

Like they did to so many others

 

When does the sun rise

 

It will rise soon

 

I wonder if it is the same size

 

The same size as the moon

 

It rises and it sets

 

It seems like a project

 

The sun and moon have its own name

 

Though they are not the same

 

One may be big, one may be small

 

But really they are not that tall

 

They have its own light

 

But some may not see it sight.

 

Julia

 

She is me

 

She is a soft voice in my head

 

She is the joker who never sleeps

 

She is the baby who fought the hole in her heart

 

She is the curer when I cry

 

Who would dare tease her

 

Who would dare bully her

 

Who would dare criticise her disability

 

Who would dare criticise Down Syndrome

 

Who would dare

 

She is the fighter

 

She is the singer

 

She is the actor

 

She is the moaner

 

But she is most definitely my saviour

 

She is my sister.

 

She makes me, Me!

 

It’s a sunny day outside

 

but I’m stuck in my head

 

The definition of insanity

 

is repeating the same action

 

And expecting new results

 

But maybe if I stay here,

 

just a little while longer

 

The sun will slip through the cracks

 

make me whole again

 

It’s a sunny day outside

 

but my heart’s too heavy to drag

 

Out the door

 

I’ve tried to lift it many times

 

but am I really trying?

 

How hard can it be?

 

How much does grief weigh?

 

If I stood on a scale,

 

the numbers wouldn’t change

 

To the rest of the world,

 

I’m entirely the same.

 

So I’ll just grit my teeth

 

get myself off the floor

 

Because a time will come

 

when you can’t help any more.

 

I hate the slow walkers

 

When they refuse to move

 

I probably have shorter legs than you do

 

And I hate standing on plugs

 

With the three prongs sticking out

 

It really hurts the bottom of my feet

 

And it’s not what I’m about

 

Or when there’s slow wifi

 

And it gets your hopes up

 

Or babies crying on planes

 

Wailing like little pups

 

Or animal cruelty

 

Torturing animals until they die

 

Or when people stereotype others

 

When stereotypes are just lies.

 

Tracks.

 

I stand on the tracks

 

Head down

 

My spikes gripping the ground

 

My arms… shaking.

 

Ready…set…go.

 

I feel as light as a feather,

 

I’m running, sprinting,

 

I hear cheering

 

that makes me smile

 

I run faster and faster,

 

Until I see the finish line.

 

I feel sad as no one is cheering and

 

Boom

 

Back to reality,

 

I’m no longer as light as a feather

 

Too Many Things

 

There’s too many things I like

 

Books, Walt Disney, Mary Blair

 

But I really should say

 

I’ve an awful fear of stairs!

 

There’s too many things that make me angry

 

Things like Trump and weapons

 

Whenever I hear those things

 

The hope in life deepens

 

This poem took me a couple of seconds

 

Now go on,

 

Happiness and life, beckons!

 

An Evening In My Room.

 

The room buzzes yet is silent

 

An energy unnameable shaking within

 

Fingers drumming against hardcover

 

Rocking, rocking, rocking

 

The music rushes in, echoes

 

An accented voice rolls over the air

 

Languages both familiar and incomprehensible

 

And the room is alive

 

With music comes emotion as jumbled

 

And messy as the laundry at the foot of the bed

 

Breaking with each rock, rock, rock.

 

Light airy sounds, a memory of gulls

 

And icecream and grandad’s voice,

 

As a cornetto melts down my wrist

 

Banging drums crashing symbols,

 

The energy building with each note

 

Palpable, uncontainable, the room is heavy with it all

 

The room breathes with me as my pen moves til my wrist aches

 

My hands a frantic dance to the music

 

And I am rocking, rocking, rocking.

 

The world is alive.

 

How ever this beautiful creature came to be

 

Over the top amazing.

 

Real dreamers when in one mind

 

Sidekicks in a different way

 

E

 

S

 

My game.

 

When I go out to play

 

I get this adrenalin rush

 

Whether its street or competitive

 

We all come together to have fun

 

Lace up my boots

 

Get my gear on

 

We are all here to play ball

 

Whether we win, lose or draw

 

Football is the funnest of them all

 

I hate writing poems.

 

It makes me think of Rome.

 

All the fantasy and fiction.

 

Doesn’t give a reaction.

 

Oh I wish they would disappear.

 

They hit my heart like a spear.

 

Making me wish I was deaf.

 

But I am the chef.

 

Streets

 

A home is for a family, for comfort and fun

 

But it’s not fun when you don’t have one

 

The streets are cold when you have no shoes

 

People give money but very few

 

Not enough for clothes, a blanket

 

Or even a meal.

 

This is a horrible way to feel.

 

No one cares about the man on the street.

 

They just pretend to not notice, they just

 

Stare at their feet.

 

Life isn’t good when you’re all alone

 

With no family friends and no place to call home.

 

People say “it’s all your fault.”

 

But sometimes I wish my life

 

Would come to a halt.