Biography of markus clinton
My name is Markus. I am currently 18. I haven't written in almost a year now. I have never been interested in reading, or writing. Growing up i always wrote small quotes about a girl. The girl is the only person i had growing up. In my eyes i lived for her and she lived for me. we met in pre-school, and we were unseperatable... that is until i was forced to leave town because of custody battles between my mother and father. i entered a dark place. i saw no light in anything, i had love ones pass, i was mentally pushed for majority of my life. but no matter what happened i felt nothing, i had an empty place in my mind and i coped by writting. most of these poems were written about that girl. then i found her.8 years later i found the girl i missed for so long. just to find out she was with someone else. i was torn and i couldn't cry no matter how much i wanted to.i was finally being kicked while i was down, and i had no motivation to get up. i stopped writing and i shut down... half a year later i found someone else. we were pulled together all our lives but ignored the signs, we hated each other. until one day i saw her mentally break down from her mothers doings. she was in the same place i was. When it comes down to it. i wanted nothing more than to make a girl happier than anyone has ever made me. Here I am.1 year later and i couldn't be happier. :)
markus clinton Poems
This fear i feel deep inside follows me around never away from my side.
Gentle winds neath moonlight skies, do not you hear my heartfelt cries? Below the branches here about, do not you sense my fear and doubt? Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams, do not you hear my wearful screams?
Laughs the mimick in gelid chokes, a sad smirk on rigid cheeks. I don't know love, and she don't know me. Strangers always... Strangers close enough to choke each other. I am naked inside, they can see all of me, even from my hiding place.