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721 · Mar 2013
Can I word it another way?
Timothy Brown Mar 2013
I would talk to you, but I have nothing new to say
We spend the hours of our day
together

In spare time we joke and play
Chat about yellow, blue and grey
weather

I meditate while you pray
Our minds connected so they can't stray
tether.

Even though it sounds cliche
Your smile makes me float away
feather
Simple and sweet.
© March 12th, 2013 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved
720 · Jan 2013
Draining Dry
Timothy Brown Jan 2013
Hope is her handicap.
Pain is his expertise.
Together they ebb her heart.
Quite an aggressive disease.
© January 18th, 2013 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
713 · Feb 2013
Ghost (4)
Timothy Brown Feb 2013
Listen to this song again

Beginnings are uncanny ends

That moment

One occurrence

Seconds split between friends

What time is it?

Last laugh

Bell's ring

stumbles past

Ice cubes and cold air

Gasp

One more round, please

Gulp

I'm a bit nervous about doing this

Rather a bit anxious

between the stool and the poker chips

I've spent too much on this

What's your name ***?

We can tryst if you share your name

I can show you I'm not to blame

for the sadness and dim lights

and the shame

The tab is mine to claim

*You reek of whiskey and smoke
Still a draft
© February 28th, 2013 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
703 · Apr 2013
Onomatopeoia
Timothy Brown Apr 2013
slam!*

step  step  step

click! Buzz  

pshhh Nonsense...


drip


drip


drip  

Shower...

sigh

foom

inhale

exhale

inhale

*exhale
I walked into my apartment. Turned on the tv. Turned off the dripping faucet and smoked a cigarette.
© April 4th by, 2013 Timothy Brown. All rights reserved.
697 · Jan 2013
Ghost (3)
Timothy Brown Jan 2013
Its a bit too much much, what we feel
between your mascara lines
and my rifle's steel
My carbon-tipped boots and your high heels
paying for your nails and these light bills
your fingertips are still digging deeper into my back pocket
My wallet, I wanted this  
but steady paychecks don't mean we can afford a tryst
with a solo violinist and a dinner candle-lit
pent-up in the penthouse painted
red, jaded rooftops, movie sponsorships
Blockbuster hits not folded dented
Like your life is rented through my hardships
I have yet to acknowledge the story this is becoming
© January 20th, 2013 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
693 · Feb 2013
Pipelining
Timothy Brown Feb 2013
I have found you
  Have found you outside
            Found you outside even
                        You outside even though
                                Outside even though cold
                                              Even though cold is
                                                       Though cold is abound
                                                          ­           Cold is abound yet
                                                             ­                  Is abound yet I
                                                               ­                   Abound yet I have
                                                            ­                                     Yet I have found
                                                           ­                                             I have found you
© February 20th, 2013 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
693 · Jul 2013
Omnibus (Yasmeen A.)
Timothy Brown Jul 2013
A ghost use to be something I was.
I'd pop up, do some crazy stuff
and disappear, just because.

Even though my interactions were brief,
I changed the lives of the people I encountered.
Due to this, my disappearances caused much grief.

I've turned that nasty habit into something constructive.
A series of poems, the contents uncorrelated.
Still, the theme is reproductive.

They are all random thoughts and incomplete theories
A complex ball of conflicting emotions.
I'm talking, of course about my "Ghost" series!
Written for a friend
© July 4th, 2013 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved
688 · Nov 2012
Caroline (1)
Timothy Brown Nov 2012
You and I are cut from the same stone
Diamond
We can see the full spectrum but red doesn't show our anger.
Bull.
It is the motion that incites our movement.
Equilibrium
We can only rest when we know our limitations.
© November 22nd, 2012 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
688 · Oct 2013
Rapier
Timothy Brown Oct 2013
Nobody ever told you to have a high opinion of me.
I know I can be friendly.
However I am quick to stab and ******
Into your psyche. I might be off, slightly,
Because of some anomaly. I'll politely
correct myself then get all touche feely
with your feelings.
probably going to switch this one around a bit.
© October 4th, 2013 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved
686 · Jun 2013
Hinge
Timothy Brown Jun 2013
Every door in this place creaks,
shattering the silence of the empty echoing
of faucet leaks.

Drips are part of the  company I keep.
Along with drops, smoke trails and static details.
Fuzzy sounds penetrate the hell I face while asleep.
© June 6th, 2013 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved.
653 · Mar 2013
Omega-3 (10w)
Timothy Brown Mar 2013
Regulate
your heart-rate
son,
improve your brain
function.
Fish oil.
© March 26th by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved.
652 · Jun 2013
Spike
Timothy Brown Jun 2013
Move like water,
for water flows at a steady pace
determined by it's physical state.

Ice is slow and unrelenting.
The colder it is, the more it stings
like a Tesla coil spring.
It become electrifying and burning to the touch.

Liquid is the smoothest.
It is life's essence.
Wether swirling with the wrath of a hurricane or sitting stagnant
It can never be cut or formed into fragments.
When divided it will always return to the lowest place to evaporate.

Gas is the hot head of the three
or I should say exciting to the point of steaming
you can't touch it but you can feel it heating
up the surface, pushing everything that gets too close away.

The best thing about all these states,
is that they are neither aggressive nor defensive
They move at their own pace
Interact with them incorrectly  and they will show your place.

Move like water,
for water flows at a steady pace
determined by it's physical state.
"Water can take any form. It drifts effortlessly one moment and pounds down in a torrent the next."
~~ Spike Spiegel.
© June 6th, 2013 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved.
Timothy Brown Apr 2013
We started too quickly.
Both torn from our last companion.
So we rushed in, sickly
And lept from the grand canyon
No landing zone. No bungee
Only resistance was my banyan.

As we descended into certain doom
a single thought occurred; I don't like you.
I'm pushing you away so I may land in my own tomb
And when comes the cleaning crew
My mess won't mix with your gloom.
Such a reliving thought to be separated with hew



A most despicable thought is being for better or worse with you

Sincerely,
Timothy Brown.

P.S If you don't understand, I'm breaking up with you.
WBC Prompt Day 1
© April 17th, 2013 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved.
Timothy Brown Mar 2013
They met in a bottle neck
mingling with Excitement and Regret
I'm kinda stumped with this one.
© March 3, 2013 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved
633 · Feb 2013
Purpose
Timothy Brown Feb 2013
The purpose of purpose has no purpose.
You must however have purpose
or at least A.
Even if your purpose is finding purpose
© February 17th, 2013 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
633 · Jan 2013
Tom & Jerry(10w)
Timothy Brown Jan 2013
Chasing the moon
                                                          



                                                 The sun smiles
                                    



                                                             ­                                     Perfect cat and mouse
© January 25th, 2013 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
631 · Jan 2013
Androids
Timothy Brown Jan 2013
Meticulous and loveless, she does her duty
with flawless execution in a calculated fashion.
Every task she has accomplished
is done with a robotic passion

The wires of her brain
are smoldered in place.
Insulated with old errors
she computes a quiet disgrace.

Malicious programs in a trojan horse
sent from a suspicious source with a familiar name.
She brought down her firewall to let him in
which is why she feels such shame.

I watch her as she marches;
no style, no finesse, no grace.
I want to give her a soft touch or an honest whisper.
But I'm prevented by the anti-virus in within my interface.
© January 14th, 2013 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved
630 · Feb 2014
Subtly (Tyburn)
Timothy Brown Feb 2014
Subtle
Modest
Minute
Slender
One subtle glance and minute gesture
Set the modest, slender woman free.
Let your mind fill in what she was freed from
© February 25th, 2014 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved.
614 · Feb 2013
Names
Timothy Brown Feb 2013
Lori,
Logan,
Jodi,
Jojo,
Hilda,
Weeping Willow
and **two Tims!
© February 24th, 2013 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
613 · Jan 2013
Monsters
Timothy Brown Jan 2013
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.
© January 3rd, 2013 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
607 · Jan 2013
If your reading this...
Timothy Brown Jan 2013
Your blessed
with nothing less
than a poet's
verse and thoughts
of a person stressed
by fantasies and a mind possessed
with the dictionary
Body's hidden in the trees.
Spirit flowing with the breeze

Its nothing less
than light in a benighted city

Its nothing less
than beauty on a face blemished

You are nothing less
than the words you use.
they transcend death
and abuse
the evil in humanity's soul.
Your ideas are bold.
As you grow old remember,
your blessed with nothing less.
I use the term blessed as a term meaning fortunate, not religiously
Wrote this while climbing trees by the lake.
Inspired by The Living Legends "Nothing Less"
© January 19th, 2013 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved to respective authors.
603 · Mar 2014
No, not like that
Timothy Brown Mar 2014
She is beautiful.
Not in the way of Helen of Troy.
Nor in the way Barbie is idolized.
No.
She is beautiful.
Like the sunset reflects
off a serene lake.
Like a breeze that grazes
the skin on a hot summer day.
Like a full moon that cuts through
a midnight fog.
Her beauty does not lead men to war.
Nor does it lead women to starve,
cut and make-up who they are.
No.
Her beauty demands attention,
inspires creation
and crumbles the prisons
of convention.
© March 10th, 2014 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved.
602 · Jul 2013
Love (Brijae)
Timothy Brown Jul 2013
All I know is what other people describe.
Butterflies in your tummy.
Sunshine on a cloudy day
But I... oh I...
I think differently than
picturesque realities.
It must be. It has to, you see.
For I, you, me, we, us and this
is merely a physical expression
of our emotional bliss.
So when I say love, I don't think of doves
or an end-of-the-date kiss.
I think of the times when your away
and I have no way to say
or express my distress
other than multiple texts
saying "hey" and smiley faces
I sprinkle throughout your day.
Written for a friend
© July 3rd, 2013 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved
601 · Sep 2013
Juba
Timothy Brown Sep 2013
The name came from fields.
Acres of humans forced to work until
They die or are killed.

The rhythm came from drums.
The ones you beat, slap and roll
Off the movement of a tongue.

The steps came from ancestors
Unknown. The only thing they left
Was a rhythm; the symbol
Of a throne, cloned  by those
Who do not know their history or home.
© September 10th, 2013 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved.
Timothy Brown Feb 2013
Let us get drunk and watch Winnie the Pooh together.
Sharing your weirdest interests with someone is truly remarkable.
© February 11th, 2013 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
Timothy Brown Jan 2014
I don't want you to be perfect, just be passionate.
© January 17th, 2014 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved.
595 · Feb 2013
H.P. Lovecraft
Timothy Brown Feb 2013
A text filled with monstrocities
Baffling
Babbling
Bleeding
The Horror in the Museum
Reeling
Writhing
Reducing
Poor Stephen...

Curiosity ate the cat
Inspired from a short story from H.P Lovecraft
© February 6th, 2013 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved
588 · Oct 2013
Ghost (10)
Timothy Brown Oct 2013
I've missed hundreds of poems.
A potent poet focused on verses well spoken.
Not one that's been chosen,
Just one that's been frozen.
Stuck on ambrosian bread;
No head, Soft bed, Strong bread:
Just got better instead
On a strand. Better than
Better hand. Rather than
Burning myself, I went outside
And got some help with understanding
the hand I've been dealt.
© October 9th, 2013 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved.
588 · Feb 2014
Play Radio Play
Timothy Brown Feb 2014
She greeted me with purple hair,
in a purple dress
with a single, exposed, white bra strap.
She knew she looked good by the way I missed my next step.
As I fell, her gaze caught me.
I floated, not so gracefully,
into the
embrace of the cold, gray concrete;
I blinked. She winked.
Then there was a distinct sound that made my heart ripple.
She giggled.
© February 13th, 2014 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved.
587 · Jan 2013
28 degrees
Timothy Brown Jan 2013
A biting cold gnawing at the bones

                                                          ­                                                    



                                                             ­                                          




                  ­                                                                 ­                             Freezing the marrow at the source

                      



                           



                              ­   I dare to be so bold to wear a T-shirt

                                                       ­                   


                                           ­ 




                                                            ­                         Body fluttering like a sparrow in the devil's hour

    


                                                             
­




                        There is nothing like brisk air to shake my mind from despair

                                      

    





                                                     ­                                      and rile my body

                                                          ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­          



                             



                  ­                              I will seek and find an excuse to leave my lair.
Spacious thoughts at 3:00am
© January 14th, 2013 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
563 · Apr 2013
Caroline (2)
Timothy Brown Apr 2013
Its my daughter's first birthday. I  haven't seen her yet.
© April 20th, , 2013 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved.
561 · Dec 2013
So, what do you feel? (7x7)
Timothy Brown Dec 2013
Something like flower children
dancing through a field of trees.
I know it's called a forest
but I'm more set on calling
it what I please. Point being,
I'm joyous like I'm eating
the end of the month's harvest.
© December 27th, 2013 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved.
558 · Dec 2012
Median
Timothy Brown Dec 2012
Lets take time to think
and drink.
Take a break
from the proverbial rake.
Enjoy the seeds
grown into trees.
For the sweetness of the fruit
stems from the root.
Pausing from 100 acre woods for research.
© December 2nd, 2012 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
555 · Jul 2013
Butterflies (Haiku)
Timothy Brown Jul 2013
Infatuated
with a woman I won't meet.
She took her own life.
© July 3rd, 2013 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved
536 · Nov 2012
Point Break
Timothy Brown Nov 2012
Repetition of
definition
dilutes conviction
in my mission.
Rinse and repeat.
© November 25th, 2012 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
Timothy Brown Jan 2014
Her name is like a bloodstain on my favorite T-shirt.
© January 17th, 2014 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved.
509 · Apr 2013
Confession #10 (10w)
Timothy Brown Apr 2013
I am too afraid of feeling to talk to you
© April 9th, 2013 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved.
508 · Feb 2013
Chickity(10w)
Timothy Brown Feb 2013
Fly through my window, my sugar-lump, to find molasses candy
Futurama
504 · Jan 2013
Blank poem
Timothy Brown Jan 2013
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.
© January 10th, 2013 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
497 · Feb 2013
Sanity/Levels(Nonnet)
Timothy Brown Feb 2013
It was holding hands with you in the park.
Talking of dreams and goals over coffee, early.
Complaining of the cigarette smell and falling
asleep while on the phone. It
was making love two, three,
four times in a
row and smiling
It was
*Sanity.
I want to stylize the fonts and font size more
© February 5th, 2013 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved
495 · Dec 2012
I'm with child
Timothy Brown Dec 2012
Give
life and love.
Give
the labor of.
Give
food and home.
Give
day and gloam.
Give
patience in spill.
Give
wounds with squill.
Give
knowledge is known
Give
until they've grown
Kanga, criticism without encouragement will beget fear of experience.
© December 5th, 2012 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
Timothy Brown Jan 2014
I want to show you the corners of the world.
© January 17th, 2014 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved.
Timothy Brown Apr 2013
Hunny in a hole, don't look down
Excitedly,pretending your understanding.
Forgotten in a daydream like I can't tell
Further into the ***, there might be cheese at the bottom
Accosted by dreams and fantasies
Lead them home with a whistle and a song
Uh oh, you ate it and threw it in the pit.
Must. Get. Out. Of. This. Jar.
Particular love for a bear and pig
Adding to the Edward Swan series.
© April 24th, 2013 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved.
488 · Jun 2013
The heat
Timothy Brown Jun 2013
I 'd swear this would be heaven
If it weren't
So hot and humid
Lucid and lazy, laying
by the pool.
Soaking up sun.
beaming at the make believe
fish flapping frantically
in and out the pool.
It's friggin hot.
© June 21th, 2013 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved.
472 · Oct 2013
What am I doing? (10w)
Timothy Brown Oct 2013
I have never woken up and felt so **** alone.
© October 14th, 2013 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved.
463 · Dec 2012
Atlas
Timothy Brown Dec 2012
When your name leaves my lips
I'm reminded of your kiss .
Each letter caresses this tongue
as yours in moments of bliss.
© December 13th, 2012 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
457 · Jan 2013
Seriously though
Timothy Brown Jan 2013
I would just like to say
that if today,
you did not go poo
then,
my friend,
something is wrong with you
© January 20th, 2013 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
450 · Jan 2013
Hermit (10w...and 1 symbol)
Timothy Brown Jan 2013
Between the headaches & heartbreaks
lives a man unaltered by mistakes
I've been working on part 10 of the kutisha series for almost a week now. thus the shorter poems ive been producing. Bear with me please.
© January 22nd, 2013 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
428 · Nov 2012
Something simple
Timothy Brown Nov 2012
I spent a day counting the tiles
on the roof and floor.
On the windows and doors
I kept counting as I walked miles.

On each slab of concrete.
In the lines of the faces of people I meet.
On turtle shells.
and the sides of wells

I count tiles on doors
and the door itself too
I separate them by colors
like green and blue.

Why do I count tiles you ask?
It could be said
that its a sign of a problem in my head.
To me, its something simple to help the time pass.
© November 19th, 2012 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
415 · Jan 2013
Madman's thoughts
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
© January 10th, 2013 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
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