Franciscan College, Gormanston, Co. Meath

Demons in Disguise

We all put on a mask of holiness.
We hide behind the safety of the word ‘’good’’
It is a mirage that disappears over time,
Fading away in the background.
We all claim we are angels,
Heroes of the modern age.
But the truth of the matter is that we are all demons in disguise,
Animals fighting for survival everyday
From the last coffee on sale to the best grade in class.
Only two people exist on Earth, prey and predators.
Kill or be killed,
Although unspoken, it is the rule we all follow.
We are not angels or heroes.
We are all demons in disguise.

Anon

Unused Quarry

Lake of ten acres,
Turquoise in colour,
Formed from labour,
Unused now, undiscovered.

Earth’s been still now
For near ten years,
Used to tremble,
Used to be all we hear.

Remnants of the trembling can still be seen,
Cracks in the walls,
Roots exposed,
People still shaking.

The shore of the lake is a danger zone,
Holes all around,
They could swallow a man,
No one walks there now.

Ten years later; now,
There’s talk of draining the lake,
Talk of making it bigger,
Talk of making it a crater.

From a field to a crater,
From a crater to a lake,
From a lake back to a crater,
The people never change.

Edward Hamilton

Everyday

Everyday we put on clothes that make us the exact same.
We are not individual,
Might as well not have a name.

Everyday I go in
With a knot in my stomach.
Not letting up,
My emotions run atomic.

Everyday I go home and I find my happy place.
Sat down with a medley on 88 keys of black and white.
I spend hours there.
My point 0,0,0.
My original base.

And then I’d pick it up.
I’d see what they’re up to.
I’d feel I don’t belong.
I’d feel like an attempt of a teenager, gone wrong.

I’d tell my family, but they don’t know,
What it’s like to be so completely and utterly alone.
At a place where people reference being
“The good old days,”
But it’s always the same.
Everyday. Everyday.

Ruth Flanagan

Head Down

Walk around with my head down
Surrounded by murmuring sounds
Thoughts being raced
Need some space
Had enough
Feel like giving up
Now I’m stuck, stuck

Anon

Staring

The clock. It sits still on the wall while you just stare.
Staring, waiting for the time to pass by when you won’t have to sit in that chair anymore.
When you won’t have to sit there with a smile on your face,
Pretending to be happy just so people won’t ask you what’s wrong.
You don’t want to be asked what’s wrong because at this point
You don’t even know what’s wrong yourself.
So many things have gone wrong
You wouldn’t know where to begin,
Because to begin would mean it wouldn’t end.
Where would it begin?
Would it begin with bad thoughts?
The staring at yourself in the mirror?
The staring wishing you looked like the people in the pictures you see
When you scroll through Instagram.
Wishing you had the hair, the figure, the face shape, and the clothes.
Or would it begin with the anxiety?
When walking down the hallways feeling like everyone is watching you,
Not being able to sleep at night,
Because of the thoughts running through your head.
Is that where it would begin?
But the thing is you don’t know,
So for now you just sit there,
With the same smile on your face,
Staring at the clock on the wall.

Anon

Anger

What is it to be angry?
To have something taken from you or given to you.
A belonging, a mean nickname, an injury, anything
The anger may swallow you bit by bit or whole
Trust me when I say I’ve been through some serious stuff
Slagged, embarrassed, bullied, rejected
Hell even my dad passed
But remember in life someone always has it worse
But how can I be angry when life is so good
If being angry is caring then I’m furious

The only difference between me and those that hate life
Is that I’m smart and strong enough to get help and support and let it all out
It takes a man to cry
But legend to talk about it

Valentino Farrell

Distractions

The world is wonderful and full of stuff to do
Instead we choose to take our phone to the loo
We could go be productive, go outside and help ourselves
Instead we instantly dislike the fact of bookshelves

OK

Distractions are humongous or can be tiny as mice
Ranging from memes to throwing a couple to loads of dice
We surf the internet with willing ignorance of our goal
Or listening to heavy beats, vocals or De la Soul

SURE

It’s amazing how unknowingly we fall into being distracted
Why can’t anyone try and get this problem dissected
Whether it be from a Kinder toy to ultimately having to procrastinate
If we solve this, all of our world problems would be fed and sate

GREAT

Ignas Prakapas

Hypocrites and Hard Men

When people think that they are better than others
For example hypocrites and hard men
They always rain on your day
Because they need to feel like they are better
Because they might have a tough life in their house
Which in my mind is BS
Because they have all these friends
That help back them up when eventually
Built up the courage to tell on them

Cal Valentine

Союз нерушимый

Союз нерушимый республик свободных
Сплотила навеки Великая Русь.
Да здравствует созданный волей народов
Единый, могучий Советский Союз!

Славься, Отечество наше свободное,
Дружбы народов надёжный оплот!
Партия Ленина – сила народная
Нас к торжеству коммунизма ведёт!

Soiuz nerushimyj respublik svobodnykh
Splotila naveki Velikaia Rus.
Da zdravstvuet sozdannyj volej narodov
Edinyj, moguchij Sovetskij Soiuz!

Slavsia, Otechestvo nashe svobodnoe,
Druzhby narodov nadiozhnyj oplot!
Partiia Lenina – sila narodnaia
Nas k torzhestvu kommunizma vediot!

Сквозь грозы сияло нам солнце свободы,
И Ленин великий нам путь озарил,
На правое дело он поднял народы,
На труд и на подвиги нас вдохновил.

Славься, Отечество наше свободное,
Дружбы народов надёжный оплот!
Партия Ленина – сила народная
Нас к торжеству коммунизма ведёт!

Skvoz grozy siialo nam solntse svobody,
I Lenin velikij nam put ozaril,
Na pravoe delo on podnial narody,
Na trud i na podvigi nas vdokhnovil.

Slavsia, Otechestvo nashe svobodnoe,
Druzhby narodov nadiozhnyj oplot!
Partiia Lenina – sila narodnaia
Nas k torzhestvu kommunizma vediot!

В победе бессмертных идей коммунизма
Мы видим грядущее нашей страны
И Красному знамени славной Отчизны
Мы будем всегда беззаветно верны!

Славься, Отечество наше свободное,
Дружбы народов надёжный оплот!
Партия Ленина – сила народная
Нас к торжеству коммунизма ведёт!

V pobede bessmertnykh idej kommunizma
My vidim griadushchee nashej strany
I Krasnomu znameni slavnoj Otchizny
My budem vsegda bezzavetno verny!

Slavsia, Otechestvo nashe svobodnoe,
Druzhby narodov nadiozhnyj oplot!
Partiia Lenina – sila narodnaia
Nas k torzhestvu kommunizma vediot!

Danila Bogdanov

The Beast

Slumbering the beast doesn’t wake,
It rests its head on the seat,
It sleeps a sleep it cannot shake,
Until the time comes to eat.

Fearghal Twomey

Bad Boy

When he was about 10
His dad died and all he had was friends
And ever since then
He’s been a bad boy
Robbing from the pockets
Of business men

Jack

Born and Bred

My name is Brendan and I am a traveller.
I originate from Dingle, Co. Kerry
Fungi the Dolphin is my Idol.
Jojo is my baby girl.
I am in a band called the Landers bros.

Brendan Landers

Evan

I am Evan
I won perpetual student twice
When i was seven
I was scared of mice

I’m from drumin
I love Jack Taafe
I never sin

Evan

One Day

One day the girl I loved died
So then I turned to the drink
I was eating macaroni lightly fried
The sadness brought me to the brink

The next day I peed the bed
I was soaked
From toe to head
I think it was cause my girl croaked

My beard is getting thicker
It’s hard to shave
I drink a lot of liquor
I live for the rave

Thomas Alfie Morgan