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Timothy Brown Nov 2012
My:
Belonging to or being associated with the speaker
Love:
An intense feeling of romance or ****** attraction towards an object.
Of:
Expressing the relationship between a part and a whole
Life:
A condition that distinguishes the active and self-sustaining.
Is:
Exist
Defined:
To state or describe the exact nature of an object
By:
Identifying the agent performing the action
Moments:
A very brief measure of time.
Of:
Expressing the relationship between a part and a whole
Happiness**:
A state of being characterized by emotions ranging from contentment to intense joy.
a brief record of facts, topics or thoughts, written down as an aid to memory
© November 14th, 2012 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
Timothy Brown Nov 2012
Sitting up late at night
with smoke seen through the t.v light.
I don't rest 'cause bed bugs bite
It's like I'm my own parasite.
Not symbiotic
nor chronic,
just nicotine and glowing screens.
Bloodshot eyes even though I'm clean.
A high intake of caffeine,
keeps away my lucid dreams
or nightmares.
It's called despair.
To  dwell on a concept,
reliving the consequence.
The past is no investment.
The future is a slight nuance
Its here that matters.
Eat not of a tin platter
This letter is self addressed
When your up at night and your mind won't rest
Can't figure out if your cursed or blessed
It's the present that grades your test.
© November 14th, 2012 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
Timothy Brown Nov 2012
I
No! stop! don't do this please!
I'll give you whatever you want! just don't do this!
Anything you ask anything! Just stop right now!
You can smoke! You can drink! Drive recklessly! Whatever you please!
Love
There is no going back from this! Remember your pain?
Remember the torment you faced? that intestine prying emptiness?
The mind searing fact that you faced?
Remember how good it felt when you finally let go?
You don't need this! You are better off without it!
You
They say its better to have loved and lost than to not have loved at all. I'd rather just not have known what I was missing.
© November 12th, 2012 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
Timothy Brown Nov 2012
It's cold outside.
I found a box
to hold within complacent thoughts,
outrages and jealousies.
Firewood to keep me warm.
Labels on the things I sought.
I'm seeking
the definition of what
why and how words are wrought
My raddled mind
latches on
to the slightest runaway fantasy.
As if reality
is a scorned
lover who refuses to dance with me,
declining my apologies.
My dearest paramour
return to me.
© November 12th, 2012 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
Timothy Brown Nov 2012
Out of frustration
I broke my phone screen
who cares?
nobody is going to call me anyway.
Rather your not going to call me anyway
Months have passed
Seasons have changed
And on this day of rememberance
I took every picture of you from my broken phone
and placed it into my picture folder
As I peruse though the memories
and picture yesterday;
My phone screams out a sound i had not heard in quite awhile.
So loud my heart almost stopped and my brain ran wild
Your ringtone, on the very second i click ok to save,
alerted me that you sent a text message today.
a text message...of all things, a text message...
I laughed so hard after writing this i cried.
© November 12th,2012 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved
Timothy Brown Nov 2012
I can't help but wonder
how I have come to this place.
Held together by the past.
Rallied for the future
Accepting this present
It is a wonderful gift, I must say
Yet, I can't help but wonder
how I came to this place.
Did I come here to be safe?
Did I come here to be known?
Will I stay here?
Will I venture into the unknown?
No matter where my mind goes, I will always wonder
how I came to this place.
© November 11th by  Timothy R Brown.  All rights reserved.
Timothy Brown Nov 2012
In here the record scratches.
Anxiety is difficult to cope with.
© November 9th 2012 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
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