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LA Brown Oct 2014
As I laid in his arms after the passion,
I placed my head on his chest,
the silence was deafening,
for his heart did not beat for me....
  Oct 2014 LA Brown
Riley Lavender
I think
sometimes
I bring you up
in conversations
just so my lips
can form your name
  Oct 2014 LA Brown
julius
my voice is lost
     in a sea of others--
          an ocean of opinion
               is drowning it in.
i only wish
     to speak sweet words
          but with all these screams
               i cannot begin
                    to try to word out
                         what i wish to say;
                              no, i cannot bring out
                                   what i wish to convey.
this ocean's too loud
     and i'm sinking; so please,
          from these darkened waters
               my soul
                    release.
  Oct 2014 LA Brown
julius
i am constantly drowning,
though very sweetly,
engulfed in a pool of ink.
the color of midnight
and ravens and coal
falls drop by drop
everytime i think.
and with this jet black liquid i
press on pure, clear white
til one by one words appear
from nowhere, into sight.

i am constantly drowning,
though very sweetly,
swallowed by a sea of paint.
the colors of stars
and rainbows and light
fall drop by drop,
i'm without complaint.
and with these hues and a brush i
smear on pure, clear white
til a picture appears
from nowhere, into sight.
LA Brown Oct 2014
He said
he would call.

He didn't.
She waited by the phone.

As she thought,
he seemed to like her.

She replays in her head,
all that she did and had said.

Couldn't have been me, she contends.
This is from many years back when dating really ******....wait, it still does!  Before the advent of the cell phone when you actually had to be stationary in your home to get a call. What a pain that was. Now it's much better because he can text you, and 1293 other women at the same time!  Nothing like being a by-product of a "mass-text"! ;)
LA Brown Oct 2014
You mumble when you speak,
but I think it is a cryptic pattern.

I'm to catch every word or so,
weaving them together like a puzzle.

Sewing the seams of a patchwork quilt,
until it is a thing of wonder, of beauty.

I overlook your methods, I choose to deny,
the mumble drowns out the other words.

I hear nothing...nothing but your mumble.

You mumble when you speak....
I'm not really sure if it's insecurity or an effort to sound intelligent. Perhaps the blanks the mumbler would like us to fill in are words he cannot conjure, or is at a loss for...?
LA Brown Oct 2014
He is drowning,

          drowning down a well I cannot reach.

He is drowning,

           I call to him, "Come back, come back my love!".

He is drowning,

          does he not hear my cries, my despair?

He is drowning,

         I see the darkness engulf him, carry him away.

He is drowning,

         he is cloaked in the comfort of emptiness.

He is drowning,

        I cannot save him for he is one with the dark now.

He is drowning,

        I succumb to the darkness with him....
My son is battling depression....I would say more but only tears come now...
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