Biography of Marcellus Watts
Poem Biography: in 4th grade our teacher taught us how to right poems, i never wrote a poem again since i didn't pay much attention, in 6th grade i started writing them with the art i drew, since pictures i saw inspired me to draw and write the meaning of the picture and i wrote it in the form of a poem.
Things have changed, and i mean for the better. Older now and much more experienced i plan to share alot of things. Not many personal things but some. I haven't been on here in years and over that time i have written many, and many poems.
I don't exactly release them in the right time order when they were written so i may seem a little bipolar. But really I'm differently normal in a good way.
Marcellus Watts Poems
Home is a place where you get the feeling of belonging Home is a place where you can feel safe Home is a place where you first did many things as a child.
Leaving the very spot I am Leaving behind myself Leaving behind my troubles Running away or leaving…
Homophobia Won'T Get Me
Homophobia will never get me. Homophobia surrounds me and is always near. Homophobia has been injected into me many times. Homophobia has been thrown at me.
Remorse & Regret
Remorse the feeling of regret the regret of doing a event The alarm of Knowing your Human -
Pain And No Place
My name is Marcellus I am 13 still no place for me I hope to find a place
I’ll speak my mind I’ll tell it how it is I won’t talk sh-t
Don'T Follow Me
I'm a person in bad shoes I'm a person whose shoes You'd never want to be in Depending on your point of view
Homophobia is a Murderer. Homophobia is a unseen Murdering Parasite. A parasite that lives’ and feeds off the ignorance of Humans.
Night The end of the day the end of hell so called Day The end of work
My hero A person to look up to A person who strong willed A person who will never give up
the weather that forms Mixed with sadness and emotional Pain Death at its Core. The sky cries for one
Devoid Of Emotion
Emptiness Nothing No feeling No emotions
Sweet Summer Days
Summer Days The beginning of the vacation of that you laugh Your freedom from the asylum of so called school The time to have fun
Emotions And Poetry
Writing poetry Denying Poems - Writing emotions
Balance is what keeps the world at peace all the time
Balance can be good Balance can be bad but balance in this world is unknown
The Unknown is a mixture of good and bad and something else
a Third portion of Balance what is that?
With out the third the world would rain h-ll distortion would be full chaos and destruction
If there is only good there is no balance the world be out of order