Biography of Foy Mark

I am a person that writes his darkness away and hopes his depression follows with it. The words I speak and the words I write are personifications of my soul, words that thrum and hum with so much intensity it pleads to be free.
And I let it loose, only on a long leash, because for me there is no greater pain than holding in words you wish to express.
Look into my eyes and you will find a kindred spirit and a suffering addict bleeding the ink he can not help but store in his heart.

Write your comment about Foy Mark


Poem of the day

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt Poem
Her Name Liberty
 by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

I thought to do a deed of chivalry,
An act of worth, which haply in her sight
Who was my mistress should recorded be
And of the nations. And, when thus the fight
Faltered and men once bold with faces white
Turned this and that way in excuse to flee,
I only stood, and by the foeman's might
Was overborne and mangled cruelly.
...

Read complete poem

Popular Poets