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Vinnie Brown Jan 2019
Let my knees sink into ocean blues
Where the sea’s grasp at my heavens
When the skies overcast tells blackened truths
With my swimless sinless desires pooling
Call her pretty in this dying city
Oh, heart break city, how I’m packing my bags
And, I just feel so alive
That’s the only time we ever feel anything but, sad wanting to die
So, turn down the Sinatra
Hear the scratch of the record player
As we dance at 3 in the morning
Oh, heart break city, we’re packing our bags, cause we’re stressed out
And we’re taking the first flight out
Just to find ourselves driving back
Oh, heart break city, heart throbs and heart stops
Full of fragile hearts, but we’re just not that broken
  Jan 2019 Vinnie Brown
Edmund black
Do you ever stop and consider the depth and condition of your soul? What attitudes and dispositions do you allow to poison and lurk in there?  Or do you fill it with the seeds of kindness and gentleness and service? We alone are responsible for our souls and what we give into this world. I’m not content to be a handsome tree that cannot nourish those around me with goodness, kindness and gentleness. All the degrees and diplomas hanging on my wall will not comfort a hurting heart.  Being learned will not guarantee being wise.  The depth of your soul is entirely up to you...dig deeper and find yourself for yourself!
Happy New Year beautiful people! I pray 2019 is a year of abundant success, peace and joy for each of you!  I wish that you find the richest love for yourself and with others!
  Dec 2018 Vinnie Brown
lX0st
Can’t you hear me?
My tongue hurls your name
Into the wind
Moving east
Urging storm’s brewing
Rising with the chill
Of eery lake
Carrying my echoes
Through clouds of haze
Damp desperation
Voice, strained, releases
Surges of rain
And sleet. Pooling,
Pleading at your feet
Drown in my essence
Watch as it breathes
Watch as it weaves
Through the valleys and summits
Of your goosebumps
In intricate lattice
Ice lace tourniquet
Asphyxiating sadness
From sore hands. Solitude
From weary eyes. Silence
From blackened lungs
Darker than the thundering sky
Reverberating anthems
Of my unfulfilled soul
And my direful need
To be made whole
By you
  Dec 2018 Vinnie Brown
Madisen Kuhn
i could be that girl
whose voice is low and melodic
and coats your mouth with
acacia honey
whose eyes are the color
and depth of
midnight
whose presence is thick like
new york summers
rosy like
los angeles in early spring
if i braid flowers into my hair
if i write enough poems
if i learn to show the skin of my essence
but remain an abyss—
i will stop making art
when i become it
Vinnie Brown Dec 2018
It just never occurred to me
That I was the one hurting me
Save solutions for rainy days
For now my skins on fire
And my eyes feel so tired
I’ve promised myself one day I’d be sane
Except these flames just won’t die easy
And everything seems to change
These old tricks don’t seem to work
It’s hard to extinguish everything
When nothing’s on fire
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