Timothy Brown

Timothy Brown Jan 2013

3 am
mumbling and ranting
to the walls

Go over the pages
again
like anything has changed

She
        hurt
              me
Then she hurt...
no...no...no...

I
     hurt
         her
Then I hurt...
no...no...no...

But that doesn't make sense
I want to...
I have to...
beat a dead horse?

There is something wrong
How did I do that?
Its a neat trick isn't it?

No! This is important
because
stop lying

I know I did
That is why I went so far
and

Did so much
and

gave everything
you had nothing to give

I loved her and was
no you didn't

YES I DID
Whatever helps you sleep at night

You never help with anything
I don't know why I even talk
to you?

Silence fills the room
I gaze around aimlessly
in unison I say
**I need help

Timothy Brown Jan 2013

Blank poem

Concentration is too limp
to penetrate my skull
My thoughts are like mold
slowly eating away at my sanity
There must be a way
There has to be a way
To protect my soul.

Timothy Brown Jan 2013

Reciepts

My life is well documented
on thin strips of paper
usually thrown in a trash bin.
My attachments
are well preserved
in a thin sheet of ice
covering an overflowing trash bin.
So when its time for taxes
I thaw out the bin
and re-record the trail
of 20's and 40's
60's and 80's
pulled from my account of time been in passing
I shake my head and laugh
at the time I spent trying to change the end
to Tuck Everlasting
Knowing now that when you tucked me in
it was to say goodnight,
not good-morning.
A foreshadow that you would be passing
and I would be lasting.
I've crunched the numbers
made the deductions
and came out with a lengthy profit.
Thanks to the money I've invested
in being possessed,
with the best
intentions,
paying attention to you
So when I file my W-2's,
I can do them with a smile knowing
I never wasted a dime on you.

Timothy Brown Jan 2013

Monsters

There are things in my head
which don't make sense
I feel blessed and cursed
in the same sentence
I'm a menace
constantly forgetting where I placed my penance
like nobodies business
I wail like a ghost
because life escapes my grasp.
Like wet fingers holding onto a bar of soap.
I'm slipping and stumbling
swearing up and down it isn't me.
Like when you ask a drunk if they are
being what the world sees.
Inconsolable.
Uncontrollable.
Kutisha plagues my dreams.

Timothy Brown Dec 2012

T H O U G H T S

Mellow cello sounds sweetly of sadness.
Madness with the hand
pointed from the mind
I bind
rather bide my time
to 34 blue lines
inside my binder
with a purple cover
Just a few letters
A, B and C
D and E
It gets better
F Sharp
and a couple G's
I agree
Oh me,
Oh I
Oh Be
why
E
train harder
Oh bother
Oh brother
I would rather
think drunken thoughts
than speak sober
words to
a bear
or any animal for that matter
At the end of the paper
A, B C and D
E and F sharp
Throw in a couple G's on a sheet
for mellow cello sounds

Timothy Brown Dec 2012

Torches

Like fireflies, circling the torches on the porch.
Like moths, ebbing away at the soft cloth of clothes

It bugs me to know
Even more when you show
There is nothing I can do
To help you pull through

Like mosquitos, seven cylindrical mouths **** up several drops of blood
Like flies, frantically flapping flying ***** eaters

All the waste your handing
I'm handling
with my bare hands
There is only so much blood in a man's body

Timothy Brown Dec 2012

Ghost

I'll put it together
like a club to a heart
or a ***** to a diamond
Like 52
I'm rare on earth,
in the universe
I'm a giant.
Like platinum
Im shinin'
cause I comprehend
science.
So ninja just jump back cause I sleep with
lions.
There is only one like highlander
On my own
lycan islander.
Bleeding through paper
like a *****,
err..
She's sounding like a siren.
When she sleep I sit in silence.
Picture that
Her face is priceless.
like kodak
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