#mystructured

[nicholasbrowne]

It's hard to watch such beauty go to waste, I don't understand how men lack such taste.

[nicholasbrowne]

The awareness of existence is the  heaviest load any man could carry. And I must admit there have been times when I've felt as a tired child does when he is ready to sleep, careless and weary. Yet there have been times every now and again when the weight has been like a drop of dew upon my soul, when each day I rise anew. One part of me could drown in sorrow while  the other could fly as Icarus once flew  and burn away with nothing but my virtue. What in the world is a foolish man to do?

Two Options, One Result  

[nicholasbrowne]

Hold me close, hold me tight, help me get through this fearful night. Hold me close, hold me tight, dear, won’t you love me with all your might?

[nicholasbrowne]

I am a fool because I want to feel it all. Merely existing is not enough for me. I want life to wither me away, as the ocean does to an isolated sea wall. Life is not black and white, it is only blue. It is blue with many hues, some are ominously dark and others promisingly bright, and I want to revel in all the shades the world has to offer. This urge of mine is what keeps me alive, this urge to discover all there is to discover. I truly believe that when it comes to change there can never be too much. I am a fool because I want to feel it all, merely existing is not enough.

Nicholas Browne 

[nicholasbrowne]

Icarus’ Theory

So, friend, as the world continues to turn, 

continue onwards to the sun and burn.

[nicholasbrowne]

I was stuck on your wall, four pieces of 

Scotch tape to keep our love perfectly aligned.

I was there, framed on your night table, above

our lush bamboo plant, it just barely rhymed,

but still, it was my first labor of love.

I was engraved on the side of your dresser,

etched in with a screwdriver, “You are loved”.

I was there on your delicate veiny wrist. 

I slid up and down your forearm, I let 

you know that I was ready to commit.

I was on your desk, always facing you,

a handmade Buddha head to make you anew.

I was on the table, your wrist, the wall, 

and your desk. Now, I’m nowhere at all. 

[nicholasbrowne]

I fall in love much too easily for

it to ever last. I tend to not regard 

ex-lovers as things of the past. Always 

revisiting moments trying to find out

what it is that makes me fall so damn fast.

And I 've found that you fit perfectly in 

the shadow that these memories have cast.

Dare I say it, these memories are something 

you have easily surpassed. And I think 

I know why that is. It's because of your 

uplifting smile. The way you say you'll be out 

in a while. The way you laugh like a child.

I've fallen in love too easily in the 

past. Darling, how I hope this love does last