A Poem by Somebrownnerd

An obsession.


The whimper of your keys prescribes a civil disobedience.

Tranquil chaos fills my heart and mind, brimming recesses with mumbles of hubris,

and the pining of a forgetful friend.


Olivia, the stain does not simply scrub away, as your keys continue to play.

Rather, the edges sharpen and cut away; the false truths, the quietus of pain.

Perhaps it’s necessary to mute our fledgling memories, and abort a mission of faith; of...


Love was never a goal, but a harmonious consequence, plucked from a macabre rhythm.

As you continue to write your future , your own personal symphony,

Remember I am the quiet critic silently applauding your beauty of energy.

A shadow of a false hope, a remembrance of lost time.


Olivia, this is for you; I tried. 

© 2014 Somebrownnerd

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Man! I’m digging this one! “Love was never a goal.” And yet here we are. Love it!

Posted 2 Years Ago

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2 Years Ago

Appreciate the Review! I actually recently decided to come back to this community after five years. .. read more
Wow, one of the first poems I have fell in love with, I really enjoyed this. "...but a harmonious consequence, plucked from a macabre rhythm." My favourite line, beautiful.

Posted 7 Years Ago


7 Years Ago

Thank you Eva, I'm glad you enjoyed it! Though, I must say you should thank Beethoven, and the memor.. read more

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Added on September 29, 2013
Last Updated on January 5, 2014
Tags: gloom, shadow, beauty



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It's been five years, since I've put thoughts to words. Alas, the dam has finally broken. Wow have things changed quite a bit, I'm looking forward to being a part of this community again. So much t.. more..