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Anonymous asked:
You're amazing.

Aw thanks anon! I don’t know who you are but I have a good feeling you’re amazing, too!

•••IconBrown

Anonymous asked:
will you reblog a fellow tumblr poet whose words you have enjoyed in the past day?

You bring up a great point anon - It has been a long time since I last showcased pieces from my fellow tumblr poets! Come off anon and let me know what you’re thinking of and I’ll let you know.  

Regardless, I really should be looking around for some reblog-worthy pieces to share. 

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Anonymous asked:
Rusty eyes laced with age, rimmed with exhaustion and frost, soul of a wheelchair suspended in the air, a fingertip above turf, blink of an eye, all is red...

Is it like your soul is handicap and there is no ramp up toward the heavens… only stairs? A sad spirit left to roam the sullied surfaces of this earth, eternally.

Anonymous asked:
Hate to be "that guy," but you kind of completely ignored my ask, and I was honestly curious as to why you didn't like people adding to your poems because, again, isn't entry about expressing yourself , and they should be allowed to express themselves in the same way that you do because that's what makes it interesting. I do love you and your work and I don't mean this rudely at all so please do not take it rudely, I just truly don't quite understand.

IconBrown

Look. If I let people tell me, “hey, write about sex,” (just for example) and I don’t have any experience, knowledge, and interest about sex, what will I write?

In writing, firstly, words don’t come easy and secondly, there are many important things to consider when you are to write, such as your interest, experience and knowledge about the topic, and many more.

I am allowing people tell me their stories because I may have interest, knowledge, experience about it and/or it may give me ideas and/or remind me of my old ideas — but I don’t promise anything because there’s no assurance that I really have/will have those things.

And, about your ask, I swear, I receive nothing other than this. I didn’t ignore your message.


I think jerico silvers completely misses this one. The anon clearly asked why he doesn’t like his fans to add onto his entries (not about fans submitting ideas). 

Maybe it’s just me because I love collaborating when my fans send me prompts and I encourage them to add to my own entries… Art is imitating life and I sure as hell hope my fans are living, breathing, thinking, human beings.

But hey, if you want a hoard of mindless followers, just tell them to reblog and keep their mouths shut…

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Anonymous asked:
geometry creased possibility/a fickle quiver followed/ unmistakable shivers/ lined her back like stockings

IconBrown
iconbrown answered:

Her shapes are foreign to me

with too many sides and angles.

She’s possibly a quiver

to hold the arrows she slings.

Pointed like goosebumps-

the gifts her back gives

when my hands hold her in.

Legs in the air-

white stockings

signal her surrender.

•••IconBrown & wonderful anon


modernlies asked:
Icon brown is a pretty interesting name, i bet it comes with an even more interesting story ? :) thanks for the follow. I'm may be at this moment stalking all your poems.

Some of the most interesting stories aren’t ever told but please stalk away! That sounds like a story I’m more interested in…

These empty bottles act like gravestones - Each sip killed the memories of her. I’m now sending messages in these bottles - Sailing the seas to find me a new love.
- •••IconBrown - Message in a Bottle
Anonymous asked:
geometry creased possibility/a fickle quiver followed/ unmistakable shivers/ lined her back like stockings

Her shapes are foreign to me

with too many sides and angles.

She’s possibly a quiver

to hold the arrows she slings.

Pointed like goosebumps-

the gifts her back gives

when my hands hold her in.

Legs in the air-

white stockings

signal her surrender.

•••IconBrown & wonderful anon

srahh asked:
I know that you wouldn't want me to utter those words to you because maybe you're too afraid of the consequences and the uncertainty of it all. ///Lately though, my heart feels so full. My chest feels like it's being pulled open into an empty room with those words I wish to say to you scribbled all over every wall. ///Before I fall asleep, I whisper these things out loud and it feels so nice to bless the silent air in my bedroom with the only secret I can't share with you.

Lovely srahh, this is eerily similar to the prompt I just finished… Are we sharing muses? Here it goes: 


Maybe it’s the way your voice was born-

Cooing cons to the unsuspecting passerby

Like a bird hidden in the tree limbs overhead

But to my ears I hear only pangs

As I speak aviary words too

The words you sing hurt like truth

I know your heart is full-

Not of my words-

But of the words from a bird of another feather

His nest full of you

Mine empty like your whisper

Carried off by the winds

•••IconBrown and the very beautiful srahh

Hey man! Would you be up for some co-op writing? Write a poem, I'll take a theme from it and write another piece, then you take mine and do the same. We just trade back and forth, what do ya think?

A crime whispered into his ear

A song where each chorus was a dull blade into the gut

Doubled-over and displaced

A crawl to the only place he knew safe

The corners of her mind with cobwebs

Old books of memories

Little golden locks with no keys

Beautiful marquetry

For hideous thoughts

Binding fraying and flaying

A secret backdoor

To her mind…

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definitely-evan has called upon me a challenge! Look forward to your rebuttal, good sir.

Anonymous asked:
This sadness is not my aesthetic/funeral dress sewn into my skin/these bones were made for dancing/why do they creak and crack under your touch?

Dizzy aesthetic

Watching you twirl wide circles in your dress

Eyes crossed

Limping from floor to floor

Guessing which end you’re on

I lifted your hems and touched your skin

A half-assed lump of tongue pressed against your back

Knocked you down and out and tired

This well waxed dance hall

Loosens up these dry bones

And makes mistakes less audible

I’ll close my eyes

While I tell you all these lies

•••IconBrown & anon