Marcellus Watts
Marcellus Watts Poems
1. | And Forever | 6/17/2009 |
2. | Balance | 6/17/2009 |
3. | Inerasble Sin | 6/17/2009 |
4. | Your Voice | 6/17/2009 |
5. | That Spot You Missed | 6/17/2009 |
6. | No One | 6/17/2009 |
7. | Repeating Cycle | 6/17/2009 |
8. | Goodbye Class Of 2009 | 6/17/2009 |
9. | How Long For Memories | 6/17/2009 |
10. | So Sick Of It | 6/17/2009 |
11. | Wish | 6/17/2009 |
12. | Corner | 6/26/2009 |
13. | Sad Picture Piece | 7/1/2009 |
14. | Nightly Theme | 8/19/2009 |
15. | 2 Weeks | 5/26/2010 |
16. | Just A Drink | 5/26/2010 |
17. | Self Destructive | 5/26/2010 |
18. | The Blood I Can'T Draw | 5/26/2010 |
19. | The Reality | 5/26/2010 |
20. | What I Though Was My Life | 5/26/2010 |
21. | Everything Around Me | 5/26/2010 |
22. | The End Of Marcellus | 5/26/2010 |
23. | My Friend | 5/26/2010 |
24. | Pain Inside | 5/26/2010 |
25. | Purpose | 5/26/2010 |
26. | Back Then | 5/26/2010 |
27. | To Be Free | 6/6/2010 |
28. | Blank | 9/8/2012 |
29. | I Can Pretend | 9/8/2012 |
30. | Talking Through Written Words | 9/8/2012 |
31. | Remorse | 8/25/2009 |
32. | I'M Gone | 9/4/2009 |
33. | Writing Emotions | 5/26/2010 |
34. | Expanding Distance | 9/8/2012 |
35. | For Things To Stay Still | 9/8/2012 |
36. | That Mask | 9/8/2012 |
37. | The World Is My Stop | 9/8/2012 |
38. | Ignorance | 9/8/2012 |
39. | Sweet Summer Days | 5/26/2010 |
40. | Emotions And Poetry | 5/26/2010 |
Escaping Reality
Leaving the very spot I am
Leaving behind myself
Leaving behind my troubles
Running away or leaving…
There's no difference
Escaping from life itself
Though be it temporary it's enough
For a break I'm in desperate need of
A short break or long break
Let me hide away from life itself
Cruel and relentless
No matter what I'll never truly escape
Life will find me and retrieve me
It'll pump me with fear, depression, and despair
Life and reality will find me once again
There's no way I can escape them
As I hide in my fantasies
Let me pretend to fly ...
Inerasble Sin
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….
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