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m is for mikey
thats good enough for me
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Bury me in memories
he goes by M;ikey
he is 18::
his color is ;;orange
orange is for pimps
he is slightly anerexic
he doesnt give a flip about you and your problems
he has to many of his own
Liquids, Powders, and Pills
Not Quite Takin Against My Wil
Mikey was born in an old, beat up, very small town.
He had his 'clique' of 'scene/emo' kids that always got beat-up by the 'jocks'
Mikey could never stand lables, he didnt understand why they couldnt just accept him for who he was
and what he liked. He wasnt found at home on weekend he was always out with friends getting
high, and/or wasted, at the local 'illegal bar'. Not like he would be home anyways. He couldnt stand
his parents screams and harsh words twards each other. Mikey would be found around the bad part of town,
with his friends, or at the public park with the guitar he had found on the stairs of the
appartment next to his house.
it's the same old story line
this is my nursery rhyme
and it goes;
i beleive in medication
andi beleive in theripy
and i beleive in crystal light
After school on friday, he came home for a change, he hadnt been feeling well at school. Mikey' stomach
had hurt and he could barely walk. He ploped on his bed and dug his face into his pillow.
A couple tears found the way down his cheeks, but no more than a few. Mikey slugged downstairs after
changing into pajama pants. Only his luck to be at the bottom of the stairs when his father came in
the front door. His father's face was bright red as he mummbled, asking where the boy's father was.
Mikey ran a slow, sick hand through his thick locks, slightly shrugging and letting out a low groan.
you better open the door
before i take a hammer to the walls around it
His father's brows creeped together, "i asked where your mother was boy" the old man hissed. This only
made Mikey stubborner that he usually was. The boy looked up at his old man's wasted face and cocked lip.
"how the xxxx should I know?" the boy mummbled and groaned again. His father let his cigeret fall to the floor
as he pushed the boy into a near-by table with a glass lamp on it. At the crash of his mother's lamp she ran in
screaming "what happened?". her face looked old in the pale light of thelamp accross the room. She screamed at
the boy, not noticing his arm had a huge gash in it, along with his lip and nose bleeding again.
im ridding hard
on the last ledge of every lie
This went on until Mikeys' father came home drunk and broke Mikey's rib.
The next day at school someone noticed he was more brused than usual. His cheek was dark purple, almost black
he was favoring his side and his right leg. Mikey thought no one would say anyting like usual, but they did
his theacher sent him to the nurse.
The nurse winced when she saw his bruse on his cheek. She asked what happened, Mikey had always lied but he was sick
of his father getting away with everything. He ran a hand through his locks and let out a groan after sighing.
He told her his father did this. The nurce's eyes widined. she asked if it had happened before, mikey told her
it had. he stood and took off his shirt, showing past bruses and scars. The nurse told him he wasnt going home
and it was never happening to him again. He left the school and town. Mikey lived with a nicer family now,
werent proud of his addictions or his 'style'. He stayed out way later that curfue. His new foster parents
were upset with him and his grades but he was used to being a disapointment, so he never tried.
is it leagal to do this?
i surly dont know
He left the school and town. Mikey lived with a nicer family now,
werent proud of his addictions or his 'style'. He stayed out way later that curfue. His new foster parents
were upset with him and his grades but he was used to being a disapointment, so he never tried.
Taste test of girls
from all over the world
He stayed the night with his girl "friends" most weekends. He cheated and lied, which was learned from his birth parents.
Mikey never wanted to turn out this way, but he had. All thanks to his parents influences.
Mikey became a huge druggy, having to go to the E.R. tons of times for o.d.ing and friend's parties.
He shouldve been thankful to still be alive but he wasnt sure if he was.
Mikey was sick of these people,
Cause i hate the ocean, theme parks, and airplanes
talking with strangers, waiting in line,
im through with these pills that make me sit still
are you feeling fine?
yes i feel just fine
Mikey was sick of these people, so he decided to leave.
he drove and drove. No, he still has no permant home. Hes also changed alot since the weekends 'away'. Mikey is now gay and quite proud. Hes not afraid to make a move.
Im on fire
and now i think im ready to bust a move
check it out im rocking steady
go!
examplepost;;
Mikey walked into the club. The scent of smoke and alcohol mixed under his nose.
the scent made the boy slightly cringe for a moment. He looked around at all the face,
some young and doing what they shouldn't, others old and tying to feel 'young' again or looking for a younger desperate man.
Mikey kept his eyes on the floor as he shuffled toward the bar. He lifted his head for a slight second to make sure no one
would be around that he could make 'trouble' with. the eighteen year old has has a fake id since he was fifteen and only fell
through on him once. Mikey quickly flashed the 'id' at the woman behind the bar, who knew it was fake by the way he showed it
to her. The woman rolled her eyes and asked what he wanted, not caring about his wellbeing. Mikey yawned and ordered an apple martini.
while he waited the boy traced the marks that were carved into the wood with his finger.
another;;
Mikey reached for his martini as the woman placed it to far away from him. He was literaly
on the bar when he heard soft vocals over the rest of the choas of the bar. Mikey paused for a moment
to enjoy the soft soud that sothed him oh-so easily. Mikey sat on the bar and sipped his martini as more than half the bar watched
waiting for some 'dance' they knew they would see every nigth. They just werent expecting it so early. When Mikey relized what he was doing
he sunk into seat with an dodd look on his face. More than half the bar let out a few 'hisses' 'boos' and some other exclamations.
Mikey shrugged it off and soon sat with the pride he had before.
The boy didnt relize the soothing vocals were tward him. He thought they were tward a girl. A goodlooking teenage girl, and mikey wouldnt be mistakin for a girl.
But he still wanted to know where the lyrics came from, so he swivled his barseat to the side, searching for a boy. a teenager. a goodlooking teenage boy. what he expected was what he found, but the vocals were not tward a girl. not tward anyone he wouldve excpected. it looked like the lyrics were tward him. mikey looked
behind him quickly, not to make a fool of himself...like he already hadnt. Mikey looked back tward the boy with a sly grin. he knew this looked like trouble, and it prolly
was. He shot a smile, "mikey." he extended his hand tward the other "christan....interesting. ilikeit." he whisperd slightly. "what are you drinking?" yes. he wanted to know how acoholic
the drink was. how 'tipsy' the other would get. mikey somewhat rolled his eyes at himself, knowing he shouldnt think these things. but he did. the drink was. how 'tipsy' the other would get. mikey somewhat rolled his eyes at himself, knowing he shouldnt think these things. but he did.
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