Colleen Brown's Blog, page 205
March 17, 2014
"It really fucking hurts loving someone who doesn’t give a damn about whether or not you are doing..."
- Small conversations, #5
You may not
want me anymore,
but I know
just as well as
you do that your
love for me
will be a...
You may not
want me anymore,
but I know
just as well as
you do that your
love for me
will be a feeling
that you will never
be able to rid of.
I’m always writing
about love, and the
way you make
me feel.
But as my feelings
for you are...
I’m always writing
about love, and the
way you make
me feel.
But as my feelings
for you are starting
to deteriorate
writing about love
doesn’t seem to be
as appealing as
it used to be.
March 16, 2014
Please tell us who it is you're writing about. Or at least describe them, your time with them. Your words are so lovely I want to know who gave them to you.
You are so lovely.
And there isn’t much to say about the person, or the people that I write about. Just that each person that appears in my writing is a person that has either impacted my life for good reasons or for bad. My writing is to help me ease through the pain of a persons absence, or more than one persons absence. It also allows me to feel at ease with letting go, moving on, and finding love, friendship, and anything that is good or bad. My writing is not only about one person. It never has been. I mean, sometimes the same person appears in my writing more than others do, but that doesn’t mean that all of my writing is gravitating towards just that one being. My writing is for everyone and anyone who hopes to feel at ease with simple but also provoking things in life. I just want to make others feel at ease, and feel as though they are not alone, because they are not. So I promise you, love, all of my poems are not just about one person. They are about any person that has been able to shift my life for better or for worse.
"Always go with what your gut is telling you to do. Even if you think that your gut is leading you..."
- Small conversations, #4
In my mind,you no longer exist.
But in my heart,you are alive and well.
In my mind,
you no longer exist.
But in my heart,
you are alive and well.
I want himto want me,but I don’twant himto want mejust becausehe feelslonely.
I want him
to want me,
but I don’t
want him
to want me
just because
he feels
lonely.
March 15, 2014
a small kissfrom the skykeeps mefeeling at ease.



a small kiss
from the sky
keeps me
feeling at ease.
Your name is the wordthat is tucked underneathmy tongue, and I amthirsty for somethingto wash it...
Your name is the word
that is tucked underneath
my tongue, and I am
thirsty for something
to wash it down
so I can finally
get you out of me.
"Our story is the type
of story that either has
to be rewritten, or read
over again. Either..."
of story that either has
to be rewritten, or read
over again. Either way
that one night where I
found myself inside
of your arms is the
only night that I have
ever really felt safe.
Do you ever wish that we
would cross paths again?
Or hope that you may
find me in that café
where we caught a
glimpse of what may be
that one night, one more
time? Even if it has
been months since we
last saw one another,
or even exchanged words,
I can’t help but to think
of that one night
where we got to know
each others bodies
rather than each others
stories, was a night
that was meant to
stretch on for eternity,
and not just for
the mornings sunrise.”
- "We’ll meet again," - Colleen Brown
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