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Sunny Brown
@sbrown39.bsky.social
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Amateur poetry - always happy to receive criticism
Also probably one of the world’s worst spellers
Music geek
Oregon-US
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Day #45 of writing a poem per day

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An old room in my dad's house My hand feels small as I turn the doorknob I look for the binder of lined paper There are files splayed on the floor - which is just concrete The studded walls are dirtied with mud and dark liquid splattered Remnants of lost mothers hang in the closet Hats, knit sweaters waiting to be mine Sure to be eaten up by moths by the time I grow big enough to wear them But I take my time in this sour room Time has stopped in here My father, reality waiting outside can feel as fiction as a picture book if I move slow enough And let the quiet seep into me so l am not really living, but a thing in this room The only room in the house that isn't covered in memories that talk so loudly my ears feel like bleeding The only moving thing now is the dust particles Floating like stars in a galaxy lit by the sun On her way behind the hill you can see out the window
November 23, 2025 at 3:45 AM
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Day #44 of writing a poem per day

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November 22, 2025 at 4:10 AM
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Day #43 of writing a poem per day

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Molly's got the sun waiting for her to get home So she walks as fast as she can to not end up alone on the street She skips past all the worker bees still hard at labor She's on her own time now, but never really free The street smells of death, a cigarette can cure that Lonely, she pretends not to be in the world she's in
November 21, 2025 at 2:45 AM
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day #41 of writing a poem per day

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November 18, 2025 at 11:20 PM
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Day #40 of writing a poem per day

More like a short story of a memory from when I worked in a school
November 18, 2025 at 11:19 PM
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Day #39 of writing a Poem per day

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November 17, 2025 at 5:58 PM
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day #38 of writing a poem per day

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November 16, 2025 at 6:57 AM
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day #37 of writing a poem per day

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Some time ago You saw a slug on paper But he was lifeless You won’t see him coming again Only drywall sticking to the roof of your mouth In little crumbles Will remind you Of that memory The same genre of disgust An oddity it is Not making sense Yet you’re weeping silent on the floor All the same
November 15, 2025 at 2:15 AM
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day #35 of writing a poem per day

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Harsh is the Lord on the soul of those weighing their pockets down with riches and ruin terrible eyes and discolored faces holding the light too far above themselves The people holding too fast to the words of a king who often takes off his crown to take a bath in the thoughts of someone addicted to themself The people walking too fast off a cliff made of clouds and only then realizing they've been falling to the ground None, but a fool with a heart can see None but a fool Sees the king is a man for himself
November 12, 2025 at 3:55 AM
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day #34 of writing a poem per day

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This morning, alone I want to crawl out of my skin and take up my place in the dirt to grow slowly, beautifully into a giant maple tree and never ever have to think or feel anything, but cool, wet dirt and the stretching of my colossal branches in the wind maybe the tickling of small leaves -footprints of my existence coming out of me green and sweet I'd be happy with that
November 11, 2025 at 4:52 AM
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day #33 of writing a poem per day

a poem about nosiness, being nosy

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November 10, 2025 at 4:36 AM
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day #32 of writing a poem per day
Hope after Rain

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The dark blue sky reflects in the teardrops still hanging from a barren tree tears for the lost leaves that once hung in scarlet glory on her strong branches she loved them all and now she is alone for a long time but not forever
November 9, 2025 at 1:14 AM
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day #31 of writing a poem per day

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Christmas lights spiraling up trees blurring in my vision from across the river becoming colorful circles of light wreaths hanging from every lamp post on the boardwalk families laughing, passing us by red and green decor filling any empty space Dad and Laura holding each other’s gaze each holding one of my hands walking slow on our way to dinner I love them and they love me but I was so hollow I felt lonelier than I ever had like I was sinking down to the bottom of the river just a few feet away I stared at its black waters and I wondered if I’d feel this way forever
November 8, 2025 at 3:34 AM
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An Ode to “Requiem” by Eliza Gilkyson
Day #29 of Writing a poem per day
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Mother Mary Just the name Spoken And I am already lost in a sea of memories A deep nostalgia For something that's completely lost I have given it up And I don't intend on getting it back But with her name I am there again Standing in a circle Singing with my choir Tearing The voices And the harmony surround me completely Enter me Every part that was missing moments earlier Is now returned Filling me up I have love for everything and everyone around me Love for myself From the singing And it is lost for me now.
November 6, 2025 at 2:49 AM
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day #28 of writing a poem per day

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I look down at my nearly finished bowl of yogurt Halfway through a bite Bugs Little wormy things squirming around And coming up out of my yogurt Flailing, flaunting their conquest that is my breakfast How did I not notice this whole time? I thought for a split second I had eaten too much of it to care If I hadn't notice before Maybe I could finish But the thought of them being in my mouth Separated under my teeth And sliming their way into my tummy I lost my appetite What a waste My father would say “it's just extra protein" He never let anything that could be used get thrown away I feel rotten As I dump the yogurt from a poor sweet cow into the garbage Her precious work is wasted.
November 5, 2025 at 1:17 AM
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Day #27 of Writing a Poem per day

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7th grade was the year I knew there was something wrong with me Thanks to a friend in my homeroom class Who called me by my last name And had the brightest smile Big curly hair and even bigger brown eyes I couldn't control my staring And when her gaze would find me She looked at me like she knew Every other week A new boyfriend Always seemed to have a million things wrong with him Wrong for her And I'd feel all of the jealousy That could fit in a 12-year-old brain We were convinced it was some sort of phase But prayer and holy water Certainly didn't take it away So I dyed my hair blue And years later I found out she was the same as me
November 3, 2025 at 7:50 PM
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Day #26 of Writing a Poem per day

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I see the mirror A jaundiced belly Swelling out of my shirt Skin is tight Though I haven’t eaten yet And maybe I won’t I lay on the floor Outstretch my arms And catch the sun in my hands It’s warm The best feeling ever I squirm so sun touches my whole body And the warmth touches my yellow belly Makes it feel held In a way only the sun can hold me
November 3, 2025 at 2:13 AM
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Day #25 of Writing a Poem per day

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Strawberries this way White paint on a rotting piece of wood We do pull over An old run-down farmhouse Gravel road A short, friendly man All smiles from him Dad had to give his displeased frown His principle I didn't Big ears, the man said You have big ears I did I stood only at his chest then It means you have good luck You'll have good fortune Later that night I had the best strawberries I'd ever tasted And I hoped that it was true What he said 8 years past There’s no sign yet Still thinking of him I hope he is still smiling Maybe I misunderstood his broken English I'm not sure
November 2, 2025 at 12:17 AM
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Day #23 of Writing a Poem per Day

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My dinner is made My window is opened My blanket is wrapped around me I can hear my grandmother's wind chimes singing I can feel the sunlight tickle my skin with warmth Water cools my throat My eyes are heavy And my vision is darkened by fatigue My stomach protests, but I eat My piano sits in all its glory across the room And all this just for me I am a living breathing girl.
October 31, 2025 at 9:28 PM
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Day #23 of Writing a Poem per day

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I cant resist Watching the remnants Of a beautiful sunset That just escaped me Fade into nothing But infinite night It strikes me in my chest I’ve missed it I’ve missed the sun And now it’s no use to cry The night will not hear my plea All my hope of rescuing It is gone With the day
October 31, 2025 at 1:50 AM
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Day #22 of Writing a Poem per Day

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October 29, 2025 at 4:42 PM
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I forgot to post Day #21!

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My hands are very cold They've always been I've heard the words "They're freezing!" More times than I can count And they are Usually uncommonly yellow too I wear gloves around the house And every sort of protective garment outside Whatever the cause Bad circulation Failing metabolism It's not that that I think of When I'm staring at my hands I think How interesting That they are attached to my body They look so pitiful And they're mine.
October 29, 2025 at 4:40 PM
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Day #20 of Writing a Poem Per Day

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I find you down on the floor Warming your hands by the heater vent And I press you to the wall With questions Filling up your ears and bubbling over You scare like a wild animal Who is too full of fear to think I see your shoulders hunch Your gaze avoiding mine Sometimes I forget I can be too much for you I step back, let my hands fold Pointing my gaze and my torso to the wall adjacent to you Lower my voice and ask If you'd rather not talk right now To my surprise and joy You say yes My chest booms in delight And I continue But gentler I enjoy being the way you need me to be
October 28, 2025 at 2:44 AM
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Day #19 of Writing a Poem per Day
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There was nothing I could do but stand still and watch misery fly over my home as she brought with her the tallest darkest cloud to peer down into the window but it didn't move on, it stayed it loomed over and shut its eyes for a rest since there wasn't much to do in those days I went out and got my shovel and stuck in down into my backyard When the black cloud finally woke it broke up and went on its way I sat on the ground and caught my breath for I had been digging all day I look at all of my work covered in dirt I thought I might as well but with the sun poking through smiling at me I might wait a while
October 27, 2025 at 1:52 AM
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Day #18 of Writing a Poem per Day

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So many things untouched In my place Unmoved Unclean, dusty It’s as if the person who lived here Died some time ago And their ghost Still walks around some To keep the empty walls company And play on the piano a bit Haunting melodies wafting Through empty rooms This place is haunted Not by ghosts But by me By all my pasts selves That have lived here And that hate me For not leaving
October 25, 2025 at 1:36 AM