Submissions by Mr_Brown
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Dec 2012 00:49am
6th Dec 2012 00:49am
Heart Timed Out
This ever blackening crevasse grows with the swiftness of a racing steed. Only to be mirrored with the force of a thousand hooves.
Soft tenderness cracked away as chipping paint or lips of weary, ill, forgotten children under wrath of cruel winter's kiss.
Had we not raped away the wisdom and divinity of this world's beating heart, maybe our flawed ideas of space and see to give us a second chance.
We knocked out her teeth for use as white picket fences, bled her heart's vessels for automobile fuel.
Tell me, what does one say before ripping mother's dying...
Soft tenderness cracked away as chipping paint or lips of weary, ill, forgotten children under wrath of cruel winter's kiss.
Had we not raped away the wisdom and divinity of this world's beating heart, maybe our flawed ideas of space and see to give us a second chance.
We knocked out her teeth for use as white picket fences, bled her heart's vessels for automobile fuel.
Tell me, what does one say before ripping mother's dying...
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Dec 2012 00:45am
6th Dec 2012 00:45am
Eagle In The Window
The illusion of hope hangs bitterly above bedside,
Cheek ever gently flattened upon windowsill,
In hopes cool transparency mirrors density,
So that I may take flight into night air on wings of an eagle.
Or enter the kingdom of the gods by way of broken wing.
The sky holds no stars, or clouds, and offers no luminescence.
Soul guided only by nature's intuition,
Cast into the abyss of bright city lights.
But this window mirrors not its density,
Yet another night laid by windowsill,
Yet another night my soul's eagle heart shan't take...
Cheek ever gently flattened upon windowsill,
In hopes cool transparency mirrors density,
So that I may take flight into night air on wings of an eagle.
Or enter the kingdom of the gods by way of broken wing.
The sky holds no stars, or clouds, and offers no luminescence.
Soul guided only by nature's intuition,
Cast into the abyss of bright city lights.
But this window mirrors not its density,
Yet another night laid by windowsill,
Yet another night my soul's eagle heart shan't take...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Dec 2012 5:21am
4th Dec 2012 5:21am
The Calling Sun
These walls are blinding,
Holding no reflection,
Revealing no tone, shade, or hue.
Swallowing all life and personality within.
These walls are weighted with sadness and neglect.
Wonders and horrors of the world barred off.
Alone she sits, needle at bedside.
Along with the spark in her eyes this four-cornered room has long since gone dark.
Her sun once brightened her world,
Illuminating the four-cornered abyss.
But alas, the night always comes for the day's bright sky.
Alone he sits, at her bedside,
He's lost her again hasn't he?
A...
Holding no reflection,
Revealing no tone, shade, or hue.
Swallowing all life and personality within.
These walls are weighted with sadness and neglect.
Wonders and horrors of the world barred off.
Alone she sits, needle at bedside.
Along with the spark in her eyes this four-cornered room has long since gone dark.
Her sun once brightened her world,
Illuminating the four-cornered abyss.
But alas, the night always comes for the day's bright sky.
Alone he sits, at her bedside,
He's lost her again hasn't he?
A...
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Nov 2012 7:40pm
16th Nov 2012 7:40pm
So Tired
For who, and why, do I try?
When I, I am so very tired.
I am so very tired of weary skies,
As if waiting for unruly demise.
For what, and why, must I climb?
Climb, climb, climb
These rocks tremble underneath my feet,
I'll fall at the gentle push of another heartbeat.
For what, and why, do I fight?
Sacrifices; fallen brothers; social battlefields
Closer than blood,
Further apart than Mars and Venus
On whose time, under whose rule, do I live?
Confined to the ideas of social medias,
Free to pick the poison of an everyday...
When I, I am so very tired.
I am so very tired of weary skies,
As if waiting for unruly demise.
For what, and why, must I climb?
Climb, climb, climb
These rocks tremble underneath my feet,
I'll fall at the gentle push of another heartbeat.
For what, and why, do I fight?
Sacrifices; fallen brothers; social battlefields
Closer than blood,
Further apart than Mars and Venus
On whose time, under whose rule, do I live?
Confined to the ideas of social medias,
Free to pick the poison of an everyday...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Nov 2012 11:41pm
7th Nov 2012 11:41pm
No Reflection
Why is it that beauty dies young?
The forest fire claims the young oak.
If only she could see herself as he,
If only she could feel her beauty.
Her one true love, the arts,
Stories told with the dip of a brush.
But in her mind,
Jawline fractures, cuts and bruises,
Stencil her face ugly; she has been robbed
He saw her as the leaves,
All shapes and colors of emotion,
Bound to a tree, strong everyday,
At the top of the hill.
She saw herself as soil,
That which lay beneath our feet;
Dirty and unworthy.
All he...
The forest fire claims the young oak.
If only she could see herself as he,
If only she could feel her beauty.
Her one true love, the arts,
Stories told with the dip of a brush.
But in her mind,
Jawline fractures, cuts and bruises,
Stencil her face ugly; she has been robbed
He saw her as the leaves,
All shapes and colors of emotion,
Bound to a tree, strong everyday,
At the top of the hill.
She saw herself as soil,
That which lay beneath our feet;
Dirty and unworthy.
All he...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Oct 2012 2:57am
31st Oct 2012 2:57am
Daily Routine Of A Teen
Hang your head
Weep as the willow
Concern yourself with the whispers of the wind,
Carried down head to head through the halls.
Drown yourself in information
Isolate your soul within your head
Silence the voices of drama and stress
Zone out on the encrypted posters and walls
Live as the nomad
Roam the paths of inattentive inattendence
Assure you inferiority with insecurity
Determine your worth by stamped letter grades
Conform to the norm
Drain yourself of all individuality
Become a drone; fresh of assembly line...
Weep as the willow
Concern yourself with the whispers of the wind,
Carried down head to head through the halls.
Drown yourself in information
Isolate your soul within your head
Silence the voices of drama and stress
Zone out on the encrypted posters and walls
Live as the nomad
Roam the paths of inattentive inattendence
Assure you inferiority with insecurity
Determine your worth by stamped letter grades
Conform to the norm
Drain yourself of all individuality
Become a drone; fresh of assembly line...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
25th Oct 2012 2:14am
25th Oct 2012 2:14am
This Basement Of Ours
We never enter the basement.
It is a place of horrors, fears, and sorrows.
Our basement is a black door surrounded by the fogs of mystery, chilled with neglect.
I've seen it once, this basement of ours.
I felt its chill, at first what I saw was unknown. It was another world, a new land, unlike anything I'd ever seen.
This basement of ours was dark, it was a place where the black sun hung high, it has a warm hypothermic kiss to the surface of the skin. I saw ravens flying, riding on the wings of burnt and unopened love letters, frames of a talented and widely loved...
It is a place of horrors, fears, and sorrows.
Our basement is a black door surrounded by the fogs of mystery, chilled with neglect.
I've seen it once, this basement of ours.
I felt its chill, at first what I saw was unknown. It was another world, a new land, unlike anything I'd ever seen.
This basement of ours was dark, it was a place where the black sun hung high, it has a warm hypothermic kiss to the surface of the skin. I saw ravens flying, riding on the wings of burnt and unopened love letters, frames of a talented and widely loved...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2012 10:03pm
22nd Oct 2012 10:03pm
Ever Higher
May the land touch the sky,
May the land touch the sky,
May the land touch the sky and the sky touch god.
Maybe then we can escape the infectious gas, the condemned, the wicked.
Wrapped with bible pages; I am a cocoon.
Though the world and I, we are alike.
We are cocoons; Changing form and shape.
Always changing, changing, changing hearts, soul, and mind.
In this cocoon I wish for a while to myself,
Away from the weight of sorrows,
Everlasting sin; Cruel vendettas.
Awaiting the ultraviolet,
Dry my wings, Fly ever higher. ...
May the land touch the sky,
May the land touch the sky and the sky touch god.
Maybe then we can escape the infectious gas, the condemned, the wicked.
Wrapped with bible pages; I am a cocoon.
Though the world and I, we are alike.
We are cocoons; Changing form and shape.
Always changing, changing, changing hearts, soul, and mind.
In this cocoon I wish for a while to myself,
Away from the weight of sorrows,
Everlasting sin; Cruel vendettas.
Awaiting the ultraviolet,
Dry my wings, Fly ever higher. ...
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Oct 2012 4:44pm
17th Oct 2012 4:44pm
To Be A Poet
I dream to be a poet, To dance a tango of rhythm and rhyme, Battle illusion, to conquer, to really shine, To master a language not easily understood by those of basic mind, Live a dull life no not I, I dream to be a poet.
I dream to touch heart and mind, The soul with words divine, With stories of beautiful dimes, See with hearts like mine, There is nothing else but to be a poet.
Riddles and rhymes, Stanzas and lines, An impenetrable safe, I'm happy to forever battle.
With words there are no wars, From reality to fantasy lore, Here with paper and pen, Here there...
I dream to touch heart and mind, The soul with words divine, With stories of beautiful dimes, See with hearts like mine, There is nothing else but to be a poet.
Riddles and rhymes, Stanzas and lines, An impenetrable safe, I'm happy to forever battle.
With words there are no wars, From reality to fantasy lore, Here with paper and pen, Here there...
737 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Oct 2012 5:13am
16th Oct 2012 5:13am
Clouds
Clouds
Light and Dark
Moving, Shifting, Merging
The Most Bipolar Thing In The Kingdom Of The Sky
Clouds
Light and Dark
Moving, Shifting, Merging
The Most Bipolar Thing In The Kingdom Of The Sky
Clouds
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Oct 2012 5:10am
16th Oct 2012 5:10am
Clouds Of Darkness
Constricted thoughts,
Mind clouded in smoke.
In this cloud I see wonders and tragedies of the world,
It tells stories, all the while it was meant for me to escape the reality of it all.
Wrap yourself in the cloak,
Forget this world, watch as hearts curl.
Long ago I stopped seeking out life's pearls.
Depression holds its grip,
I am captain of this sinking ship.
We've smoked our lungs black,
Time is tick, tick, ticking.
Ambiguity is inevitably the key to our destruction,
We grovel before the feet of corruption.
Inhale the problem,...
Mind clouded in smoke.
In this cloud I see wonders and tragedies of the world,
It tells stories, all the while it was meant for me to escape the reality of it all.
Wrap yourself in the cloak,
Forget this world, watch as hearts curl.
Long ago I stopped seeking out life's pearls.
Depression holds its grip,
I am captain of this sinking ship.
We've smoked our lungs black,
Time is tick, tick, ticking.
Ambiguity is inevitably the key to our destruction,
We grovel before the feet of corruption.
Inhale the problem,...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Oct 2012 10:07am
12th Oct 2012 10:07am
Haiku
Write here heart and soul,
Use words, why won't they listen?
Write here, change the world.
Use words, why won't they listen?
Write here, change the world.
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