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March 17, 2014

"It really fucking hurts loving someone who doesn’t give a damn about whether or not you are doing..."

“It really fucking hurts loving someone who doesn’t give a damn about whether or not you are doing okay, doesn’t it? I just wish someone would have told me to let go of careless people. Because now all I am doing is making myself look like an idiot by loving someone who never even loved me.”

- Small conversations, #5
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Published on March 17, 2014 11:51

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.

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Published on March 17, 2014 11:48

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.

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Published on March 17, 2014 11:47

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.

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Published on March 16, 2014 21:26

"Always go with what your gut is telling you to do. Even if you think that your gut is leading you..."

“Always go with what your gut is telling you to do. Even if you think that your gut is leading you into a mistake.”

- Small conversations, #4
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Published on March 16, 2014 20:45

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.

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Published on March 16, 2014 20:36

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.

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Published on March 16, 2014 20:31

March 15, 2014

a small kissfrom the skykeeps mefeeling at ease.








a small kiss
from the sky
keeps me
feeling at ease.


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Published on March 15, 2014 20:15

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.

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Published on March 15, 2014 19:52

"Our story is the type
of story that either has
to be rewritten, or read
over again. Either..."

“Our story is the type

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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Published on March 15, 2014 15:51

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