I cant believe I made it to 1k followers! This is truly a blessing for me and I want to thank you guys for your love, support and feedback. You've helped me grow and maintain the confidence to keep growing. Thank you thank you thank yous! Update: I finished my Story and Concept class with... Continue Reading →


how comfortable I wasgiving everything I thought I wasbefore I knew what or who I wasconformingperforming how a hidden witness doeshow solicitouswith barely a soul to offerif it'd give me a chancea placea body to harbor- B. Brown(image courtesy of Pinterest)

Untimely Wisdom

like a flower who bloomed too soon, I witnessed the harshes of winters, alonepelted with acidic rain no chance to glisten with dew,only frost, fragrance diffusedI welt before decaying leaves,  my flush foreign amongst fraying faculties,couldn't fathom following throughas a phantom into the spring- B. Brown

Pulled Apart

on display sold as is no returns after alterations so you were stuck with me defective, useless for your prerogatives, unaware that I was more than what you wanted I was everything that you needed - B. Brown (Doll Chateau Stacia)

For Free

I was told not to write  Without pay As if coin Was the only currency  I have to deal with As if my power is limited As if I scour for my lines And rhymes each time I sit to write to read The bones  Clattering inside me As if I don't write  For me... Continue Reading →


drag me from the rails, along the deck down the hallway, towards the back through the door, down the stairs into and through the cabin surrounded by wood, no windows spun around, five times, for good surrounded by darkness, no sense of direction locked in oblivion breathe in, breathe out adrenaline sounding from the depths... Continue Reading →


trapped with a salvaged map, trucking through catacombs lit white as bone with flames that maimed bloodlines sacred rhymes made claim as the only holy domain he walks over floors worn scorned walls caked, torn and bubbled as the ceiling crumbles rubble   pacing down rumbling tunnels paranoid the thunder of stampeding those roaming freely... Continue Reading →


you didn't figure my short leash into the picture my shackle sores I love to live to endure rope lines I'm embroidered it is the texture you've grown so fond of as delirious as I am from suspension my submission to a grander commission my raw knees from crawling every morning a twisted tongue from... Continue Reading →


what's this dialect that I'm hearin? coatin every careful word I'm searin; withholdin a flash front, scorchin': don't be a hero! (fireballs laughin) butcha whims as thick as ya skin hard-headed to win (gigglin) a drunk like me, hi slurrin all forms (I predict storms) and ya rain cloud, rumblin with warm showers and I... Continue Reading →

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