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Vinnie Brown Nov 2018
And oh, how we search
For humbleness
In such unhumble ways
As if by nature
Designed for want
Never if by necessity
  Nov 2018 Vinnie Brown
laura

dreams drip and drop
saliva draped and daubed
across fine lips

the gallery of night
drawn curtains, unwoven robes
falling plump in the mist of a crush

want to be more than friends
before the kingdom of day
coldly sheds light in yellows and orange
Vinnie Brown Nov 2018
Tonight is the first time
I’ve written in weeks
It’s all sort of fragmented
Disjointed and dislocated segments
Bound and squeezed together in moments
Of sheer chance diluted by pedigrees
Of ever elevating time spans
Spent sleeping or wishing for sleep
Like seeing a pretty face for the first time
Attaching the backstory myself
Sort of like a shock culture moment
Like when you realize not all stars
Are quite like each other
With ocean waves crashing about
Forcefully until nothing, but peace
Resides in the moments we find ourselves

Cracking.
Probably won’t make tons of sense, it’s more or less me just ramble things I’m thinking good, anyways. Thanks.
  Nov 2018 Vinnie Brown
laura
usually last a few minutes
the slow burn
bitter taste
wind chill needs to chill
fam needs to chill
bank account needs to chill
room remained behind glass
sipping coffee
bad fridays taste just as bad
Vinnie Brown Nov 2018
Please excuse my language
There’s just no other way to say
When you’ve had yourself a day
Knee deep in the salt stricken waters
Staring at the sunset
Out of breath from the weight of the world

****.

Knowing you’re sort of lucky
To get to do all of it all over again
Tomorrow when the salt is a little lesser
Dancing together in the fire covered ocean
Staring at the sunrise
Full of breath from the weight of the world

****.
  Oct 2018 Vinnie Brown
Hayleigh
Our biggest injustice is thinking we do not have time
When time is all we have.
Vinnie Brown Oct 2018
Save your breath my friend
I’m not going in
I am no disciple
I’ll choose how I sin
Sprint to distant memories
And previous lives
For I am not ready
And the only thing you can’t change about the face are the eyes
I just don’t feel connected to such holy lies
So, just do me this kindness
And, let me sit on the church stairs
Ponder all my crimes
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