Biography of Gavin Marshall
'no matter how 'good' my work is i'll never be happy with it... i'll always be the worst poet ever born never proven any better.... I say this because there are no 'better' poets or poems... Feelings have more depth than other feelings therefore poems are shallow or deep and even the most shallow poem can be the most fufilling'
Gavin Marshall Poems
This ill temper I have is making me mad I blow up and I don’t know why I wish for just a moment I could handle my anger right I wish for just a moment I could love you right
Tell Me Is This Love? Is This How Love Feels? Are These The Words Spoken By A person In 'Love'? Love is Blind
Where were you when the angels cried? Where were you when all hope died? Sigh, Sigh I’ve gone to fly, To the fiery pits below,
Seriously its time I move on People care its true but this year its been all About you No point in living that artificial dream
As cupid strikes that poisonous sharp arrow your chances of internal lonliness grow narrow as he shoots his one last hope
Abnegation Like a star shooting from the sky,
Realisation Of A Heart In Pieces
Finally you realize what it's like to be alone, You've always had someone to fall back on but now you feel the pain, all you can do all day is sit up on your throne but no one there to hide you
Subdiud By Life, Consumed By Love
You are the first thing in my mind as i wake, The last thing that passes threw my mind at night, You Fill my dreams, you save me from my nightmares.
Out Of Reach
Left lying form the smoking Grace i looked back on those glory days where i was no.1 I wish i had taken advantage of my triumph rather than looking at what i had to face the lightswitch to my delight is the sun
We are all puppets in your Cruel Masterpiece, oh i know you tear us, buildings and lives down build them back up again and snap them in half once more, Just so you can put on one hell of a show? We Are Crushed in your quakes, pushed off the edge by depression And in floods of tears you make us drown?
Out Of Reach
Left lying form the smoking Grace
i looked back on those glory days where i was no.1
I wish i had taken advantage of my triumph rather than looking at what i had to face
the lightswitch to my delight is the sun
but as it decends my day as well as my glory is done.
I sat atop that moutain not realizing my succes
I let it go to my headAnd suffer things i said
Things aren't so bad now but its still a mess