Enjoy some of my poems below
I am Ireland
Loss and remembrance
Forgotten souls.
Lost souls.
The suffering of the generations lies within.
The memory of the glorious land still survives.
The hopes and dreams continue to linger.
The remaining moments of a precious life clings to my heart.
They are my people and I suffered with them.
They are my people and I will carry their distant hopes and faded dreams wherever I go.
Their souls and their memories live inside of me.
Their hearts beat along side mine.
They are my people and their bones, their loves, their hopes and their dreams build the foundations for mine.
I am Ireland and I will carry the loyalty of my people.
Every footprint I leave behind, theirs can be seen beside mine.
I am Ireland and the memory of a wondrous, victorious and glorious race lies within me.
The land, older than time, breathes the life of a thousand generations, it’s breath, warm and loving, it’s voice sweet and pure, it’s heart faithful and joyous.
The soul of Ireland, a soul that has endured so much suffering, a soul that holds so many scars, a soul that has wept for generations, a soul that is so pure yet holds so much pain.
Her soul is my soul.
I am Ireland for Ireland was born in me.
The Blue Dancer
Looking at the stars
Dreaming
That’s what I do
I dream.
Tears roll down my face
Full of the salt from this ocean
That makes me so heavy
But I keep my head looking up at the stars.
There I was
Curled up by the ferns
On a cold frosty night
Naked and frozen.
Shivering and numb.
I floated inside
The blue pulsing light
That radiated from my heart.
I looked up into the sky
Seeing the stars.
I asked them to help me.
I begged them.
A blue dancer comes to me
Sits by my side and holds my hand
Lays into my body and warms my heart
Holds me tightly and kisses me on the cheek.
I look deeply into its eyes
It lay by my side and looked with me to the stars.
It soothed my pain as I choked on my tears.
It squeezed my hand as I roared and screamed.
Completely selfless.
No judgement.
Just love.
It drew pictures for me.
It sang songs to me.
It danced for me.
It played music for me.
It puts on a show
Multiplying itself into a full cast
Creating the most beautiful show
I have ever seen.
Dancing through the air
Movement so elegant
Swaying and gliding
Magical music of the piano
Dancing with the violin
Accompanied by a full orchestra
A choir reaching its crescendo
Captivating my wildest imagination
Inspiring my dreams
Filling me with happiness.
It landed by my feet.
I lay weak and numb
In the cold icy air
Smiling at it with tears
Spilling from my choking throat.
I loved the blue dancer and it loved me too.
It knelt by my side and looked deeply into my eyes.
In a world of lost souls
I was called a dreamer
But it was my dreams
That saved my life.
I was one of the lucky ones
To have a Blue Dancer as a friend.
I was one of the lucky ones
To have a Blue Dancer save my life.
The Mask
The girl with the one thousand masks
She smiles for a nation
But she cries to herself
She laughs for the people
But she breaks in secret
She cries into her chest
Trying not to make a sound
For if they found the secret of her pain
She would find it too hard to live with the shame
The girl with the face that pleases
The girl who smiles and laughs
But under this pretty mask lies a broken doll
Abandoned on a muddy pathway
She believed in her mask
To her that’s who she was
She couldn’t withstand the pressure
Of accepting her tattered past
So she built herself a mask
One she believed to be true
Yesterday she looked behind her
And saw her shattered self
Torn into a million pieces by the rough monsters of the night
She lay helpless and covered in ash
As they burned her future away
She took a chance and picked up a mask
One that lay in the mud
She wiped it clean and gave it a face
‘This is who I will be now
The girl with the smile
The girl with the laugh
The girl with the jokes’.
No one is to know the truth about her broken and battered soul
So she dug a whole that night and buried the secret deep
It screamed at her to stop but she walked away and never turned back.
She grew a new emotion
One of determination
One if independence
An emotion that left her angry
There was one thing she wanted
And that was freedom
No one was to get in her way
She was on a quest
A quest to set her soul free
But she didn’t realise it was her
That locked it away and buried it deep
The Wolf
Who am I
When and where?
Is there someone there?
I breathe into an empty silence
Waiting for it to fill
I hear the echoes of nothingness
Drowning out my wish for something
I touch the corners of my mind
Hoping that someone will respond
I let out a sigh of longing
A call that disappears into nothing
The lonely world of depression
People only seeing you when you smile
When a tear comes down they walk away
Because all they want to see is a happy smile
Can anyone hear me in this empty cylinder?
Can anyone see me in this lost and dark room?
Can anyone hear my voice when I am wishing for a hand?
Or is it my laugh they are only interested in?
In the silence of nothingness
Walking back and forth
Who am I without my smile?
Who am I inside of here?
A growling monster comes to pounce on me
Teeth of a wolf, drool of a hungry beast
A black coat, as big as a bull
Growling at me from the corner
Of this empty and lonely room.
I turn to look at it
Unafraid
For maybe it’s my only chance of finding a real friend
I look at its teeth
And then into its eyes
Angry and yellow
I’m not afraid because I don’t care.
I don’t care if it eats me
Because I’m sitting on rock bottom
There’s nowhere else for me to go
So the wolf comes to sit beside me
And looks into the distance
We both stare pensively
No thoughts. No desires. No attachments.
We have chosen to let it all go.
So I look the wolf in the eyes
And tell him, I just want to be in peace.
He put his paw on my leg
Which then turned into a hand
I looked up to see a person
The face the same as mine
I let out a sigh
Unafraid
Burnt out and exhausted
From trying to find a friend
Not realising
That all this time
The friend I was looking for
Is me.