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Markie Masterpiece

2 can keep a secret if 1 is dead

About Me

My name is Marc Look me in the eyes when you speak and SMILE :) You dont need to explain yourself to me I'm very understanding I flip out once a year I Love to you show love Take care of your shit Im glad to know you Theirs this gurlAIM= The Metal Tank .."http://www.myspace.com/forthehonor"target="_blank" you should listen to FOR THE HONOR!

My Interests

Poetry Let me be just Simple With her and a dog That’s barks at plants In the park On a warm Fall afternoon While she holds her Starbucks coffee in one hand And my skinny arm in the other.Let me be Happy With her And listen to her Heart beat And smell her skin The smells of Such smells Smells that are Strong enough to bring Peace to this world Smells that calm My eyelids Like gentle music to a babeEnough with all Your wars Enough with all Your politics I don’t want to talk about Gas prices Or About who the next president Might be Or Even Your stupid shoes And how you got them from This guy Who knows a guy How exclusive They are Like everything else in your life NoI want to talk about Her hair And how it reminds me of When I was young And curious And I used to sneak into My mom’s room And watch her sleep Just because I loved her. I want to discuss Her lips And how every time She smiles I feel fine And all I want to do Is press my forehead against Hers and place my finger On her lips And make a wish That my lips could Be as smooth as hers Or that Nothing could ever replace Their tasteLet me be So lucky To meet an angel That makes me sing And write music About kissing her And holding her Because when I do Like an icy licked By an eager and parched Child I melt I drip So lucky to know That I know what that feels like And so lucky to know a love Like that in this life time.Stop giving me Your condoms Because its not about Sex Its about how She makes me cut down From 2 packs a day To just a pack Its about how When I make a mess She’s there in latex gloves To help me clean it Its all about When I hold her hand I don’t need my gun Or my anger I don’t need sex I just need her PresencesSo Shut up I don’t care I just want to chase Her on a beach In the winter With a camera And fall Because I’m clumsy When I with her Because she makes my heart Blush And take pictures Of our toes And that smile And of the butterflies that Fly out of my stomach Because she means so much to me Its hard to believe.-Marc Last, and peaches

I'd like to meet:

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Music:

alot

Movies:

I dont feel like listing them

Television:

FAMILY GUY becauce that is where i get all my morals from !!!!!!! ROBOT CHICKEN because it is random like me

Books:

Psyh booksAnatomy booksPoem collections

Heroes:

My friends and family a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"

My Blog

Leave it Behind

Exhaustion hit me while I lay on the cold white tile of that 11th floor project building. Vomiting, like always. Its had become a schedule: wake up, vomit, school, the bathroom, vomit, eat .bathroom, ...
Posted by Markie Masterpiece on Mon, 04 Feb 2008 08:31:00 PST

my hands

My Hands My bold hands have traveled Deep within the sanctity of your temple To the far reaches of the soul and back Through the profound places of the mind Memories massaged Nightmares soothed and s...
Posted by Markie Masterpiece on Fri, 05 Oct 2007 08:38:00 PST

Beast on the hill

The Beast on the Hill I would pass this place again and again. Never really considering meaning. At times ii even made me feel safe, but on that day its meaning would change. The church stood high as ...
Posted by Markie Masterpiece on Fri, 05 Oct 2007 12:47:00 PST