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Furey Apr 2018
Why couldn’t I be the child my parents wanted?
Did God really want me to get picked on,
The **** beat out of me
By random people
******
Gay ****
Even if I haven’t consented
Dark alley ways
Salty tears
Life never seems to change
Why me?
The only question that haunts my mind
Pain surges again and again
What have I ever done to deserve this
God I pray yet nothing good has come
Barely able to walk, slipping into the house
I refuse to call it home
Blood pours as a knife clatters to the floor
The distance starts to fade
It goes black
Now I’m staring at the same thing
Four white walls
Clean white sheets
I’m waiting for the pain to just start again
However the question lingers
Why me?
Why is it me?
I find it easier to talk about myself when it is written in poetry.
  Apr 2018 Furey
Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
  In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
  By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
  Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
  In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
  I and my ANNABEL LEE;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
  Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
  In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
  My beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
  And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
  In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
  Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
  In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
  Chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
  Of those who were older than we—
  Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in heaven above,
  Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
  In her sepulchre there by the sea—
  In her tomb by the side of the sea.
  Apr 2018 Furey
J.R.R. Tolkien
All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.
Furey Apr 2018
I can't believe you're beside me
Lying here under the stars
But just for this moment
I'll forget you'll be gone tomorrow
That I have to go to class
That you'll be half a world away
But as long as we're here
I can pretend
That we'll be here forever
That nothing has changed
Closing my eyes
I can dream in your arms one last time
Breath on my neck
Arms around my waist
A smile and a laugh
But just for this moment
You are mine
Furey Apr 2018
Flicker
Breathe
I close my eyes
Taking a deep breath
Why am I here again?
Why?
Is there something important
For me to do?
Was there ever?
My body is always sore
Everyday it hurts
Why do I keep going?
I wait for my body to give up
For my time to stop
For the days to finally end
I’ve said I’m fine
But never really was
I’ve dreamt of places far away
But never really got there
Those places I want to go
To disappear
And call them home
Help me
An echoing voice in my head
A convincing smile
This is my lie
A lie no one has ever seen through
They never will
The voice responds
Help me
Another smile
Why can no one hear
No one hears
No one
Furey Apr 2018
Freshmen year
He made his way into the school
It was my birthday
He walked to my class
The room had gone silent
I glanced up
There he is arms open
I leap straight into them
I could feel his glock
It sat against the small of his back
I smiled breathing in
His scent is a weird one,
Stale blood,
Gunpowder,
Cologne,
And antiseptic
It smells like home
‘Happy Birthday Inferi’
My smile widens
I begin to tell everything about the new school
He just smiles quietly
The whole class is whispering now
I can hear them
The teacher makes a noise
I look at her
He’s glaring at her though
I snickered behind my hand
She looks afraid
She should be
He would **** her if he didn’t know I was hiding
He gives me my gift, leaving he smiles
I am bombarded with questions
‘Who was he?’ ‘How do you know him?’
I explain he’s a very close friend
My best friend
Who happens to buy me 24 karat gold necklaces

— The End —