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My name is Marc.

I'm eighteen years old, from Essex in England. (Nobody's perfect).

I love both reading and writing all kinds of poetry, and like to try my hand at a little fiction from time to time, too.

I don't really know what to tell you to give you any insight on my writing.

My favourite poets are Edgar Allen Poe and John Betjeman. My favourite authors are Chuck Palahniuk [ www.chuckpalahniuk.net ] Joseph Heller, Stephen Fry and Mario Puzo.

I studied French, Biology and Chemistry at college; but am unsure of what I wish to do with my life, so for now I'm just treading water. My ideal profession would be to write, but I'm not so sure I'm good enough for that.


I'm currently waiting until I have enough money to make a move to North Carolina, at which point I need to find work to secure a visa.

This is so that I can spend my life with My Life.

Ash-er-mah-leigh is the best of me, is my inspiration in poetry and all things beyond, and nullifies the negative in me.

I used to have a short story titled "Alsace Red" posted on Allpoetry, but was asked (read: told) to take it down due to its content.
This, and other work of a darker nature, can now be found here- www.freewebs.com/sickfiction

Poems I'm focused on

  • A short story about a pathological liar. I didn't really think the content was enough to class this as adult; but be advised that there is
    98 lines, 3 comments, June 12, 2007. In Humor, Weird, Society, Strong Language

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  • Yvette Champ : Thankyou on August 7, 2007
    Ab imo pectore... from the bottom of this chest I thankyou for being you,for not having an ego and elevating poetry for the sake of creation and creativity,for encouraging me with your warm words that are constructive and bridge build,walls are built by trains of thoughtlessness but your character is revealed within your conscious thought and carries hope tempered with harmony,I am not worthy of your points of praise but am blessed by them for they are offered within the temple of the brow that contains rational thought,thankyou for sharing time within capsules that need no definition but are a spontaneous transmission of cerebellum to cerebellum,the brain stems growth and gifts the glory of all that is good within the garden of greenery,we are both grocers of natural produce and you honour me by sampling my wares and astutely appraising the apples that fall from the tree,seeing beyond the bruised and maggot eaten flesh to find seeds,thankyou my friend,may all your days be ones you wish to recall,may no one ever make you feel that you are not unique and may you never grow to tall to address being unique,talent without ego is as refreshing to the soul as a spa to the body,may you remain the body of the contained yet not compartmentalized self that you are,love,laughter and light,Yvette
  • LadyUnique on January 18, 2007
    howdy!
    wanted to stop by and check out your page... it's excellent and your way with words is obvious
    also we share some of the same favorites and i've read the work of the favorites we don't share.
    i'll be by again to read more of your work
    peace... Brenda
  • The.Stars.Go.Blue : I hate giving Subjects. They're so lame, dontcha think? on January 1, 2007
    This author is great because he's bubby.
    Duh AP.

    [I love you.]
  • The.Stars.Go.Blue : I hate subject lines.
    Ash-er-mah-leigh [luffs] her bubbyful. <3

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