Monday, February 4, 2008
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Denial

Denial
My back is to the candle,
I'm faced the other way.
The human heart can stand anything,
if it looks the other way.
Misfortune cannot break me.
I’ll seek another way.
I won't see the shit that happens,
I'll exist another day.
The coldness is unending
living life outside the fray.
When all is said and done though,
I’ll have lived my life my way.
Lindsay Riggs Brown
My back is to the candle,
I'm faced the other way.
The human heart can stand anything,
if it looks the other way.
Misfortune cannot break me.
I’ll seek another way.
I won't see the shit that happens,
I'll exist another day.
The coldness is unending
living life outside the fray.
When all is said and done though,
I’ll have lived my life my way.
Lindsay Riggs Brown
Friday, January 18, 2008
(P) Alliteration
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
Stuck
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Tears In a Tea Cup

Tears In a Tea Cup
Where did you go?
I am alone.
Tears gather in a tea cup.
The cat won’t drink from the saucer.
I see your scrawl
Where did you go?
I am alone.
Tears gather in a tea cup.
The cat won’t drink from the saucer.
I see your scrawl
across the page.
You knew me
that long time ago.
I hear your drawl.
Doesn’t matter what the words,
in my ears
they were all true.
Kindness, you spoke of
simple, sweet kindness.
Something died.
The challenge was in living it.
Lindsay Riggs Brown
You knew me
that long time ago.
I hear your drawl.
Doesn’t matter what the words,
in my ears
they were all true.
Kindness, you spoke of
simple, sweet kindness.
Something died.
The challenge was in living it.
Lindsay Riggs Brown
Friday, January 11, 2008
Winter Rain
Winter Rain
Time is long;
wants are too;
needs don’t
even figure.
One question mark
mocks;
makes;
all this busted beauty.
Flash a light
on every quandary;
look deeply at each
nickel-colored sky.
Unfurl one perfect
imperfection;
send it skyward;
ask for everything.
Thunder out
the blackness
of tree-bark
drenched in rain.
Lindsay Riggs Brown
Time is long;
wants are too;
needs don’t
even figure.
One question mark
mocks;
makes;
all this busted beauty.
Flash a light
on every quandary;
look deeply at each
nickel-colored sky.
Unfurl one perfect
imperfection;
send it skyward;
ask for everything.
Thunder out
the blackness
of tree-bark
drenched in rain.
Lindsay Riggs Brown
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