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one is hopeful of a message to arrive
telling of how in the Polar Vortex he did survive

twill ease one's mind to hear good news from Tennessee
which will allay my days of anxiety
 Jan 2014 Timothy Brown
Redshift
i am getting rid of you
and i am doing it in such a way that you think it is your idea.
this way i have not the guilt

i am so terribly relieved
but i am also becoming so terribly sad
this is what i want
this is what i need
this is what we both need
but for some reason i still don't know why i'm doing it

you are winding me down now
letting me down easy
with your last constructive words
of how good this conversation has been
for better or for worse
like we are recalling our vows
as we are breaking them
and i have nothing to say after you thank me
nothing long winded
nothing regretful
you are thanking me for making you fall out of love

i do not think that is such a thing one should be thanked for
Gazing through the vibrant lillies planted among me
As i drift into eternity
Of restless thoughts.
A curse you have bestowed upon me
An essence of mystery between the lines
Of unspoken lies hiding beneath your eyes.
All rights reserved.
She’s as simple as it gets,
no need to stress.
she’s the kind of girl that never keeps you waiting,
always re-applying red lipstick,
she might as well be plastic.
She’s got something that i cant figure out,
she’s got you wrapped around her finger,
hypnotizing you with her deadly ways.
Baby, if she’s got you then I want whatever she’s got.
I want them tight ripped blue jeans ,
red lipstick on a saturday night,
I’ll be doing anything to make you see,
I want whatever she’s got.
I want passion.
I want adventure.
I want a little danger.
I want out of the ordinary.
What do you want?
A new year has been brought,
through new eye's I've seen and sought,
my feeble trouble's, no longer a trouble no more.
My eager thought's spinning and turning,
until they can not turn no more.
A  new state of mind,
a new will,
a new way.
2014, what else can I say?
he so delighted
in exploring her garden's
bloom of loveliness
 Jan 2014 Timothy Brown
Marian
Pigeon sweet and Pigeon dear
Got shot with an arrow through his heart
I held him close, tightly against my breast
Cradling him in my arms
Until Pigeon sweet and Pigeon dear
Closed his eyes for the last time
Death had come and taken him away
Softly and tenderly I kissed his feathery head goodbye

*~Marian~
Purely fictional!!! :) ~~~~<3
A blend of a freestyle poem, yet mixed with that of an old-fashioned style!!! (: ~~~<3
Please enjoy it!!! (: ~~~~~~<3
Once again, I am not depressed, just trying
some of the old poet's style of writings out!!! (: ~~~~<3
Don't worry, I'm still the same ole happy Marian!!! :D ~~~~<3
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