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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.
» Posted By Marcus McMahon On 01.03.2012 @ 8:02 pm
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.
» Posted By Marcus McMahon On 12.19.2011 @ 9:47 am
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.
» Posted By Marcus McMahon On 11.26.2011 @ 10:13 am
An Iron hull,
And needle eyes.
A flare from somewhere far beneath.
A riot starting in the skies.
» Posted By Marcus McMahon On 11.19.2011 @ 2:29 pm
An orchestra of life fills the air.
My voice lifts from my lungs to join in harmony.
This is forever.
This is masterpiece.
» Posted By Marcus McMahon On 11.15.2011 @ 8:59 am
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.
» Posted By Marcus McMahon On 11.01.2011 @ 6:54 am
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.
» Posted By Marcus McMahon On 10.23.2011 @ 7:14 pm
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.
» Posted By Marcus McMahon On 10.22.2011 @ 9:44 am
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.
» Posted By Marcus McMahon On 10.19.2011 @ 8:51 am
Black is black and silver is compounded upon silver.
What a way to live.
In utter hated of the boredom that fills this place.
» Posted By Marcus McMahon On 10.18.2011 @ 8:23 am
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Life was dull and endless.
I’d reached a point in my life where not a damn thing made sense.
Gold was black, and black was silver.
No one else could relate to the unfathomable monotony that had grown upon me.
» Posted By Marcus McMahon On 10.18.2011 @ 8:09 am