Biography of Marc Robinson
I have been writing about 8-9 years. After starting one day randomly, I just have never stopped, and am so blessed that I haven’t, as writing for me is the way I get to release my thoughts, feelings and desires. Being honest with myself really allows me to be able to write, as I don’t have to think much for things to write, so I have vented out a lot over the years, and have fixed any real problems I had with myself. I write for myself, but love to share my work. Sometimes when I talk to people, I can give them a poem that I had previously written, as it would be better able to explain what I am trying saying, But not always. I find that if I want to say something, It comes out much better in written word, than in spoken word. So if I have to say something, I will write it first, then I will know what I want to say.
I used to write poems in the back of my books in French & English lessons. In French I never really cared to learn it, so used it as a lesson to be able to write down things I had been thinking of through the day. And in English the teacher knew I knew the work, So if she saw my writing she would let me finish before I carry on with the school work.
I found that during the summer months, I tended to write more. Strange as I love the dark winter months, they matched my moods, but maybe as I felt more relaxed during the winter months, writing about my thoughts that upset or worried me, they were more frequent during those summer months. Now I find that I write equally. Really sometimes I am just an opportunist as I know if I think of something and I don't write it down I will forget it. And I don’t want to lose my inspiration. That magic of that excitement at that second. Mind fired up at that second will only burn better then, that later trying to re-light it.
Music matches my mood, so I have different music on while I am writing, but normally will always have music playing. The only time I have no music playing is when I am trying to go to sleep, but can't as my brain is active and I start to write. Honestly I would say half my poems are written at night. At 1,2 or 3 in the morning.
i have a book of poems that will soon be available to buy here http: //www.lulu.com/content/790194
Marc Robinson's Works:
*Out Soon* Will be available on lulu.com and will include the poems; A Rubik Cube, A Teardropp & A Kiss, Paint Your Picture & Why Do You Sound So Sad
Marc Robinson Poems
Truth is.....Hard. But, Truth is rewarding. Truth is cutting.
My Blood And Tears, Are Words And Senten...
My heart bleeds out ink, Which my hand smears onto paper. Drip by drip comes Word by word.
Everyone Needs A Reason
From getting up in the morning, To carrying on with life. Everyone needs a reason. To finally get up,
Even thought you are right next to me, You feel a million miles away. Even though I am talking to you. You don't seem to hear me.
Sitting there, Almost unaware by all those around him. He sits and watch’s. Taking in all the laughs,
The Dreaded Question
So what do you want to do in your life? Is that question asked for them or you? Do they ask this because they wish to know, Or because they know what they wish to do,
Feeling So Close/So Far
It’s strange this feeling. Feeling so close to someone, But also feeling like you really don’t know them at all. Knowing that you deeply understand them,
Don’t Feel Obliged
Please don’t feel obliged to sit down next to me If you don’t want to. Don’t sit next to me if you aren’t my real friend, Don’t do it coz you don’t want to hurt my feelings.
Ever wondered what could have been, Ever wondered what will be. How things would have been if you had done that. How things could have been if you didn’t say this.
Oh The Magic Of It All
Magicians run this world with their slight of hand. Tricks of the trade, they make them fall like a house of cards. The art of magic is the art if deception. Look here whist I do this here.
I Am A Transformer
I am adaptable, And I am able to change to help fit in. I value morality, and I try to do the right thing. I try to do the best in my life,
Frustration At Recent Times
There is a problem, But I don’t know what it is. I can feel the inner awkwardness, But don’t understand why.
My Love Letter To You
You know I love you And thought I couldn’t live without you But that’s why I have to leave you. Set myself lonely,
Sands Of Love
If the love I feel Inside of my heart Had any form. It would take the form of water
The Dreaded Question
So what do you want to do in your life?
Is that question asked for them or you?
Do they ask this because they wish to know,
Or because they know what they wish to do,
And merely wish to talk about that.
Is there any real reason for that question to be asked.
As my answer I wish to be seen then,
Rather than talked about now.
To try and explain,