by Marcus | Sep 1, 2024 | Poetry
Monopoly onAdmirationIt turns its’ headLeaves frustrationTries to make the assertionthat you are less than noneIt almost seems that it’s trueIt is reallyhaving fun.
by Marcus | Sep 1, 2024 | Poetry
You were there and so was I You can’t walk awayor say goodbyeI’ll cling to thisto you and Iand everything.
by Marcus | Sep 1, 2024 | Poetry
As you might notice, I’m growing very tired of writing in bars Looking at womenLooking at menThinking of nothingHaving a drinkSmoking some dopeLive like I didn’t liveYesterdayOr never again will TomorrowIt reads all wrongIt’s boringAnd slowly my grass diesMy youth...
by Marcus | Sep 1, 2024 | Poetry
Drunken gazedisguised by solemnpromises and soundless wordsProvokes tensionguarded by physicaldistanceSo nothing hurtsand nothing bleedsbut for a full moon’s circle
by Marcus | Sep 1, 2024 | Poetry
Pump some bassinto my facelost my asslost my graceCan’t believeall these ghostsfit into this placeScream those thoughtsinto my mindFlash your truth into my eyesUntil I’m blind