Samuel Brown : Writing

On a stage at the red spade

On a stage at the red spade

A Poem by Samuel Brown


I now lay locked in a glass box of water, With an audience waiting for me to break free. My trick would have gone flawless, If I had not drop..
To the People who can Kill a Fly, but cannot Kill a Man,

To the People who can Kill a Fly, but cannot Kill ..

A Poem by Samuel Brown


It is so easy to squash a bug. There is no mind boggling or heart wrenching decision on whetheror not to end its small life. Killing t..
The Autumn Years

The Autumn Years

A Poem by Samuel Brown


In spring we are born. In summer we are wrought. In autumn we are worn. In winter we are not.
From Bitter Truth

From Bitter Truth

A Poem by Samuel Brown


From bitter truth,To bitter lie,No one ever,wonders why.
Meatloaf

Meatloaf

A Poem by Samuel Brown


When I see a crowd of people, I see a pile of flesh. It reminds me of my mother’s meatloaf, Tender, but not fresh.