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Jul 2013 Timothy Brown

Just another smile

Jul 2013 Timothy Brown

individuality-exists

Just another smile

Sometimes a smile doesnt say
'im okay'
Sometimes it means
'im trying to be *brave...'

Jul 2013 Timothy Brown

Consequence of You

Jul 2013 Timothy Brown

ANH

Consequence of You

You are head on knees
arms 'round legs
tears on jeans.
You are sleepless nights
restless dread
dang'rous dreams.
You close the book
and come unhinged
to see it shut.
You light the candle
and stare until
you burn it out.
You are torn out hair
empty glass
bloodshot eyes.
You are fading thin
losing faith
no surprise.

Jul 2013 Timothy Brown

I have "better" things to do.

Jul 2013 Timothy Brown

M Clement

I have "better" things to do.

I haven't written in some time.*
He said, as he glanced longingly at the pen
Knowing, tonight, just like any other
He would leave it lone, to gather dust.

Just a lot of stuff on my plate. Haven't written in a while. Felt it was good to jot a few lines down.

Jul 2013 Timothy Brown

Sonnet: Time

Jul 2013 Timothy Brown

Marian

Sonnet: Time

Time is like a mighty ocean rolling
Full, forever rolling, forever blest
Like the bell of death forever tolling
“Lord, give Thy servant forever rest”
Time like the sands of the shore uncounted
Time is like those grains of dust unmeasured
Time is like those years of Life surmounted
Time like those mighty em’ralds are treasured
Who’ll know what’ll happen in a thousand years?
A thousand years to God is like a sigh
Time is not counted like those sparkling tears
Before we know it we begin to die
Time is like a mighty ocean rolling
Like the bell of death forever tolling

*~Marian~

Jul 2013 Timothy Brown

Untitled

Jul 2013 Timothy Brown

Hilda

Untitled

Please forgive any thing I did or said if it made you feel unhappy.

**~Hilda~

Jul 2013 Timothy Brown

With the Help of God

Jul 2013 Timothy Brown

Hilda

With the Help of God

I may not often have the time
To express my gratitude
for all you do for me
Day dissolves into night
leaving words unsaid
while loving hands continue
to knead each loaf of bread
So please forgive me of any wrong
robbing you of thy song
With the help of God I'll strive to be
A better mother to Marian
and sweeter wife to thee.

**~Hilda~