opening the mind and heart through poetry
why not enjoy it while it lasts this truth that's come to pass nothing flourishes forever love you or not, maybe I need you why not, maybe you'll want me to stay why test it, why pick at it there will never be another night quite as cool or quite as calm quiet enough to... Continue Reading →
I spilled myself into you everything Ive ever wanted to let slip away freely blindly eagerly and it left me empty save the tea leaves forewarning a breach in my psyche - B. Brown (image courtesy of Pinterest)
this one time, for one night only, you belonged to me and I was nobody's, free to be reckless, as rough and eager as we knew we both needed, I thought we were harmless and we believed it we were careless winded and massless falling harder than we wanted this night for this time only... Continue Reading →
We want to know the most, so we research, listen and watch to be better, so we think, plot and execute to become the best, so we wake, push and write and write and write and write and write some more until it becomes a chore an assignment, a quota, a demand and then we... Continue Reading →
you're there with a craving for the coconut milk that polishes my skin, my neck, lavished with lavender and my honey-lemon stained tongue with a faint fragrance of a hard working day wet bark and grass, earth cigarette smoke, motor oil and rum or maybe dry erase, coffee and wood shavings in any case, you're... Continue Reading →
I leave my dark work to karma, your blows will only produce poetry after I've turned the other cheek, uplifting me -B. Brown (art courtesy of Pinterest, but if anyone knows the artist, please enlightenment me because I love this style)
Here's a simple yet powerful video that I found while eating breakfast this morning. I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I did. Happy writing 😀 - B. Brown
you were or you weren't, hoping I was looking for you in him and her, but one thing's for certain, you saw more than what you earned and now there's another who has me faded, and they're trusted to bring me back to myself safely, that's what you see standing before you, this is me.... Continue Reading →
on a tree still standing alone, I carved my name next to no one's inside a heart with a switchblade - B. Brown (image courtesy of Pinterest)
Some women make a pilgrimage to visit it in the Indiana library charged to keep it safe. I didn’t drive to it; I dreamed it, the thick braid roped over my hands, heavier than lead. My own hair was long for years. Then I became obsessed with chopping it off, and I did, clear up... Continue Reading →