Biography of Solomon Markson
Born in late June in Berkley, Solomon shortly thereafter moved to a small town in the sierras called Truckee, CA. Solomon enjoys spending much of his time in the forest outside his house, and also enjoys playing and listening to music.
Solomon Markson Poems
I’m in love with memories Of times that were better, But remembering these times Makes me wish I was dead.
It seems to be That when you know what you’re looking for, Things become easier to find. Can I find the solution
I’m not sure why, But I have a feeling That I am going to die. No, not today,
I have a knife to my wrist But I’m not sure what I’m doing. Am I killing myself, Quitting what I’m pursuing?
I began speaking With a voice that wasn’t mine. Then I started thinking That this happens all the time.
When God created Eden, He told Adam to stay sane. But Adam got lonely, And eventually lost his brain.
Sometimes I wonder If life has a purpose, And then think “are you insane? Are we here at random?
Puzzle Of Life
In every puzzle You will find some pieces That somehow do not seem to fit. But in this puzzle of life
Is it possible to hate and love, At the same time, The object you don’t want but need?
In Love With Hatred
I look through the window And think to myself What a terror the world can be. There’s been destruction and anger,
Of Nature And Life
If I had a million wishes, my only one would be, to live my life in a world, a world that's truly free.
I'm a nomad, of sorts, and this forest, of course, is the land through which i roam. But unlike some, old and young, i can call this forest my home.
Puzzle Of Life
In every puzzle
You will find some pieces
That somehow do not seem to fit.
But in this puzzle of life
Each piece holds a purpose
Although you may not see it.
Some fit right in,
Some you must push,