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
Leaving the very spot I am Leaving behind myself Leaving behind my troubles Running away or leaving…
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.
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
24 hours in a day 1 day of life Each day I waste 1 day Procrastinating
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
That unerasable sin, that I committed
The sin you see before your eyes
All the blood on my hands
All the blood I spilled, never will be washed away
With lies spreaded, deceiving many others
All the lies in the past….