History of MarcZirin.com

MarcZirin.com wasn’t always this large and pack full of rich content. It started off as a one page website with little to no interest to anyone but myself. As I understood the use for websites, I started writing content that would appeal to a larger audience. This website has grown quite a bit and gone through many changes. Each time the website morphs into something bigger and better, the obsolete version will go to rest here on this page.

View snapshots of the different versions of MarcZirin.com

Current

12/13/2012 – Obsolete

2/9/2012 – Obsolete

2011 – Obsolete

4/10/2010 – Obsolete

Poetry

In Case of Emergency, Use Black Hole

The \’fô-,tän\

— a Mass-less thing

It travels at the speed of itself, light

zips around the Earth 6 times in less than 1 second.

 

a man gets into a car and the bomb goes off

Before he even had time to finish 1 blink,

The Photons

blast ripped out each cell as the particles collided.

Maybe he shouldn’t have

Drank;          Maybe he shouldn’t have

Lied;           Maybe he shouldn’t have

Slept with the Don’s Daughter.

Maybe he shouldn’t have left

The Photo on

the desk!

Autumn Leaves

Fall, the changing of leaves;
To Red, from green in this chillin’ Season.
October breeze, creeps and sneaks;
as it Trickles between, each Tree’s leaves.

 

That Orange, Yellow, and Red sight,
without doubt,
SCREAM! Halloween, Pumpkins, and Harvest Delight.

 

With some occasional rain, to moisten all around;
Body, Mind, Air, and Ground.

 

A Perfect time for a ride through the woods;
To Relax, Explore, and Feel Good.
As you lose yourself to the
Sights, Sounds, and Smells;
And ascend from your body,
into a meditation spell.

 

Grey dreary light eventually fades into Night,
For a warm blanket by the fire and a fat mug of hot chocolate.

 

Oh Autumn, I shed you a small tear,
because it only happens once a year.

The Nobody

I’m tired of being ignored, like I’m some sort of ghost;

Walking right through me instead around, it’s getting old.

 

Life’s not fair, like a claw game machine;

But I live my life out, quiet and unseen.

I slip deeper and deeper into the abyss

Pressure increasing, til I implode, then I’m gone, that’s it.

 

Few will ever notice

Like a tree falling in the woods;

Quiet,
Unseen,
Unnoticed,
Misunderstood.

Thirst

I love to learn, as my brain is a sponge

But the more I learn, the more I feel alone.

Am I losing my grip on reality?

Or is more of the puzzle taking shape?

 

It all fits together piece by piece

And all makes sense, though I feel uneasy.

For the more that’s pieced together, the more I fall apart.

 

I love knowledge, its what I crave;

I just feel it’ll send me to an early grave.

I Am

I am the cracking of the thunder reaching through the sky

The tart cranberry jam on your toasted piece of bread

And the hot chili pepper burning through your sinuses

Feeling like a fiery spiky spear

Held by the goblin defending the tower