Colleen Brown's Blog, page 210
March 7, 2014
His heart is stronger
than his hands,
and I would rather
build a home inside
of his body than...
His heart is stronger
than his hands,
and I would rather
build a home inside
of his body than to
seek shelter inside
of this asylum
that I call
my mind.
Just because she is no longera part of my life doesn’t meanthat she is not here with meanymore. She...
Just because she is no longer
a part of my life doesn’t mean
that she is not here with me
anymore. She is inside of my
every move, every word,
and every feeling. Even though
she is gone, she will never
really disintegrate from my mind.
March 6, 2014
I’m drunk off of vodka
and saltwater, and all I want
to do is allow my body
to collapse...
I’m drunk off of vodka
and saltwater, and all I want
to do is allow my body
to collapse underneath
your body. I want us to
become one. Just like
the ocean and the shore.
I had to scrub the smell of the saltwater from my skin tonight. It was much stronger then it ever...
I had to scrub the smell of the saltwater from my skin tonight. It was much stronger then it ever was before. When I looked at the ocean for the first time in months, I saw past the tides and the rhythm, and I looked into our future. I envisioned the way you would wake me up with your lips, and how the only way I could ever be able to sleep soundly was to fall into the imagination of the life we could have had if you would have just stayed true to what you said would always be unbreakable.
March 5, 2014
It was safe, and it was an experience.
It was safe, and it was an experience.
Are you going to stop loving meonce he makes you feel as thoughyou mean everything to him?Showing...
Are you going to stop loving me
once he makes you feel as though
you mean everything to him?
Showing you off to his friends,
dangling you on his arm,
can’t you see that you are shining?
He polishes you before you go out,
making sure that you are able
to glow not only beneath the sun
but the stars as well.
You are not only a trophy,
but a figment of an award
that didn’t take much but three
simple words to get you
to stand strong on his top shelf.
I am not afraid of rejection.
I am afraid of not being able
to recover from the pain
that you may...
I am not afraid of rejection.
I am afraid of not being able
to recover from the pain
that you may cause me
by simply using your mouth.
I’m in the airport and the sun is starting to rise. I can make it out in the distance. The sky is...
I’m in the airport and the sun is starting to rise. I can make it out in the distance. The sky is orange, pink and I think there is a small smudge of lavender that is keeping the two from each other. Men look at me like I’m lost. Women look at me like I’m running away from something. Children see me and wish that they were able to go off on their own. I’m at a small bar that’s by my boarding gate. The woman gave me a beer and said it was an early birthday gift. Said that I deserve something for being able to get out of this town. This all is so foreign to me. All of this moving. All of this waiting. I cannot find a familiar face. But what did I expect. This town is bigger than what my window shows me. I’m finding my words, my meaning, tucked beneath pages of journals and inside of sleeves of my silk shirts. This is foreign to me. But at least by doing this I will be able to see myself in a different colors of the sunrise.
March 4, 2014
I will be near the ocean in the morning. The smell of the saltwater and the sound of the tired tides...
I will be near the ocean in the morning. The smell of the saltwater and the sound of the tired tides will allow me to feel at ease with the sudden change of my surroundings. These few days of reuniting with sun, making mends with the sea, and finding myself growing within a matter of hours, will be the few days that I will feel comfortable within the pale walls of my thirsty skin.
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