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Marcus McMahon wrote about the word trunk 1 year, 5 months ago
The trunk was the only place I could run to.
I slammed it shut over my head and drifted into a place I’d never gone before.
The melodies of old hymns crossed my mind
And I prayed everything would be better by the time I was found. -
Marcus McMahon wrote about the word scar 1 year, 6 months ago
I’ve been asked twice today about this very scar.
No one ever likes the story once I tell them; it’s pointless to retell.
Just know that it involves 2 years, a lot of memories,
And a terrible, terrible heartache. -
Marcus McMahon wrote about the word president 1 year, 6 months ago
Thank us with sincerity and give us a badge.
Make me feel like I am part of the whole.
Fill our people to the brim with hope for tomorrow.
Break us at the moment we least expect it, Mr. President. -
Marcus McMahon wrote about the word flare 1 year, 7 months ago
An Iron hull,
And needle eyes.
A flare from somewhere far beneath.
A riot starting in the skies. -
Marcus McMahon wrote about the word orchestra 1 year, 7 months ago
Morning rise.
An orchestra of life fills the air.
My voice lifts from my lungs to join in harmony.
This is forever.
This is masterpiece. -
Marcus McMahon wrote about the word passionate 1 year, 7 months ago
Yet, few have remained with this kind of perseverance.
Only those with iron heart and mind, a passion that has not compromise,
Will make any kind of difference in this place. -
Marcus McMahon and
Baillie are now friends 1 year, 7 months ago -
Marcus McMahon and
Erin are now friends 1 year, 7 months ago -
Marcus McMahon and
Amirul B Ruslan are now friends 1 year, 7 months ago -
Marcus McMahon and
Bethany are now friends 1 year, 7 months ago -
Marcus McMahon wrote about the word awakening 1 year, 7 months ago
I can see without my eyes,
I can feel without these hands.
My mind is free to wander, in and out of the void of an non-existent reality
Awakening I sit and watch the world turn.
And the people stare and wonder.-
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Marcus McMahon wrote about the word radical 1 year, 8 months ago
The thunder rose from his voice like a storm I’d never seen.
Black were his eyes and evil was his heart,
A foe to humanity in it’s own neighborhood. -
Marcus McMahon wrote about the word mutual 1 year, 8 months ago
My head and my heart share a mutual feeling;
A longing to be through with this town.
I’ve known for years what I’ve wanted,
Yet never made an escape route out.I want to see the city, I want to see the stars;
I want what every longing soul in the world could possibly need. -
Marcus McMahon posted an update: 1 year, 8 months ago
(I’d like to share this poem I wrote with whomever it may help)
We must maintain a degree of stability, but let our minds venture far;
Speak with a certain elegance, and dance without thinking of how we may look.
We are not foreverSmile when you see a sunset, and cry when there is nothing left to do.
And don’t get down,
Because a bare room can only become a little more decorated .So put up some pictures
Add a rug for flair.
But don’t let your little room stay emptyDon’t let your heart stay bare.
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Marcus McMahon posted an update: 1 year, 8 months ago
MONSTERS ON A BRIDGE
Verse 1
Would you look at my body,
He mumbled under his breath
It’s nothing more than a bunch of skin and bones with blood under the flesh
Now that I’m old and grey, no falsetto in my voice
I guess I’ve learned whats done is done, I never really had a choiceVerse 2
This is no longer for me
I wanna die and see the face
Of the loving bastard father, that had put me in this place
I’m running rounds in my head, over lines that I read
But whats the use in trusting words, they break easier than threadCHORUS
Why would I;
Hold myself down, where I didnt want to go at all
Let me out, let me shout, from every rooftop
So that everyone can hear me
Please get me… the hell out of hereVerse 3
What a story to be wrote
What a poem to be told
An elegannt lyric to a mainstream song thats oversold
This whole planets on fire, and theres nothing you can do
Documents littered the ground, the blaze made its debutVerse 4
There are monsters on the bridge
Theres no way to leave this town
I figure we will split apart and have find our own way out
They’re laughing, showing their teeth; they’re all looking at me
I fear the worst is only starting, this is the parting of the seaCHORUS
Why would I;
Hold myself down, where I didnt want to go at all
Let me out, let me shout, from every rooftop
So that everyone can hear me
Streching my sorrow; far and wide… -
Marcus McMahon posted an update: 1 year, 8 months ago
SCOTCH AND ACTORS
Brother’s having fun, tellin’ everyone that he’s homeless
And mama’s got the sun, peeping through her window blinds
Papa’s got his gun, he’s yellin at someone in the tavern, it’s monday night
And I have got someone, but she is having fun, a thousand miles awayFortunes have been won, but no one gets things done in a small town
They cover up their ears, live quiet through the years and slow down
Keeping fingers crossed, they pass around the scotch and they make each other laugh
Little do they know, they are actors at the show and the curtain closed days agoIf it were up to me, the place it wouldn’t be such a vampire
It’d leave me the fuck alone, let me be on my own and be happy
This bloodsucker is vain, it harbours all my pain and feels so pretty in the light
But the light is mere disguise no one can recognize, they figure thats all there isI need something new, but there is nothing left I can do now
My ankles are in chains and that ain’t gonna change for a while dear
My date is long expired, I’m worn and I am tired of corn fields and this old house
Make me free, free as a bird, so I can be assured that the limit is the sky -
Marcus McMahon wrote about the word dull 1 year, 8 months ago
What monotony…
Black is black and silver is compounded upon silver.
What a way to live.
In utter hated of the boredom that fills this place.
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