Biography of Mark Williams
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Mark Williams Poems
You. An accidental tangent. Trying to not gaze. Accelerating thoughts, Must not dwell.
'You are beautiful'. No. False start.
The small hill, astral farm included, Encased by mountains of trees: Longleaf, Silver Maple, Sawtooth, Magnolia. Smothering undergrowth of white roses.
Because, So many words to be spoken, Choosing words, too delicate, A puzzle with many missing pieces,
Disconnect the perfect line, Cycle indestructible, Humans worship: Birth,
My love for you is like a string, mistress. A string coated in gasoline. A madman is calling me, to tie it in knots, Or he will take my mistress' life.
To be honest I have not been honest. I've been hiding a part of myself from you this whole time, and it isn't right and you deserve better; Both from me and Her. I thought it was okay because we are both warriors.
I am a know nothing From my birth Through my growth Until my death
I want what no one else wants. Too much, and not enough strength becomes it. Even in dreams it draws, breathes me in. I cannot hold it but I need it close,
I need to be anyone else so I can love you Labels and names betray my rotated faces We have told a hundred lies to be here Walking on pins, what does it matter if we fall
Tell me again the difference between love and affection, I am dizzy for the loss of direction. Stumbling blind and not knowing the reason. Explain to me in great detail without missing parts,
Hate Filled Rage
Allegory to complacency. Idling, wallows in pleasantry. Ancient god, too bright remains. The disc orbiting hinders mild entropy.
I will never let anyone fall Shackles, shaken - sullied on earth. Verbose evisceration, vibrating steel,
You do not. Not looking into your eyes, knowing that. The ripples in your life are so very small. So infantile, a baby crawling but not shrieking.
You. An accidental tangent.
Trying to not gaze.
Must not dwell.
Seized, imprisoned next to your eyes.
The books keep whimpering,
'Not the one being sought'.