Vinnie Brown

Vinnie Brown May 2018

Being in love
  With you
Seems like
  A really bad
Idea

Being in love
  With me
Seems like
  A really good
Idea

May 2018

laura

oranges

Start a phase
call it don’t tell Dave
she shows me the way
and puts on a show

it’s the way she combs
my hair
it’s the way she leaves
her makeup near my boyfriend’s
computer watching them tutorials
on youtube

orange and artificial
bright eyes
how i wish i could
be just like you
hate me for something
just

don’t tell Dave
that my cartharsis comes from
the sparks of her loving hands
it’s the way that i lie awake
lying and the way she moves

Vinnie Brown May 2018

The Hunt For A Little More Time

She had bleached out black eyes
From staring into Aries rise
Caught up in midnight whisperings
Wondering if these stars aren’t just things
For the sun sets on Heaven’s cries
And the dark sets in when the stars come to claim their prize
Sweaty palms staring at the summer sky
Black magic searching for lost time
Sipping dark red wine on the coast surrounded in neon lights

Vinnie Brown May 2018

Black Bullet

She shot a black bullet
Inlaid with golden hopes
Filled with white lies
With a little dash of cherry blood
I don’t know how to explain it
You showed up at the right time
With the hot lead corroding my mind
You’re a part of my head like sweet crime
Don’t be afraid baby
There’s another bullet in the chamber secretly

Vinnie Brown Apr 2018

State Lines

Longing for the moonlight
Waiting for the sun
Stuck between state lines
Here you’ll forgive your thoughts now
When I’ll become a forgotten thought now
Are you sure you that you called?
I don’t know, my phone must’ve not have gotten the memo
Dear, I wouldn’t bet your heart down
It’s clear you couldn’t get your head around
Was it just that? Faded after all
I’ve been awake in every state line
Dying to make it last us a life time
Trying to shake that we’re on an incline
I’d be yours in a landslide

Apr 2018

laura

hol’ up

a pinprick, a spider crawling
down your spine raises the hairs
on your neck, itsy bitsy details
matter and questioning reality
as it stands when no one else is

oh ya mans, fight the power
the peace from within don’t come
from a god-lord-thing shoving us into
a box and no facebook can ever
hold me back