Fear 

fear is chaos 

it attacks

 you rooting you to the spot 

it kills you 

on the inside

it takes over the out Your mind goes into chaos

it disables your senses 

you try to scream 

nothing comes out

you try to run but you can't

 bravery fights black 

but it doesn't prevail 

you fall into darkness

cowering at every sound

by parker A. brown

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My Thoughts

a lot of poets carry a note book with them for sudden ideas but I don't and when I get and idea i write it on a random scrap or my arm but a lot of the time I keep it in my mind till I get home and constently revise it in my mind. After i write a poem I keep it in a little moleskin journal and some days i'll just read poems I wrote and think about them. one poem I wrote I wrote it and revised it for three years and that one is the "Rollercoaster." 

Parker A. Brown

i sort of have a bad connotation of riming poem because when I was younger I would listen to Jack Palusky because to me his poems don't really have a meaning

My favorite poet is Robert Frost

rollercoaster

It goes up 

and down

and twists around,

you can never predict it

no matter how hard you try.

After a while it comes

to a stop

so some people

get on and some get off,

but the ones who love stay.

And after a while 

the gears break down

and the wheels screech

and then it comes to a stop,

never to move 

again

by parker a. brown

Charge for glory

you charge for glory love and life

you think you're invincible

you're hit you fall 

more come to take your place

by Parker A. Brown

Happiness

Happiness is a sudden taste

of the peace, love, and joy in this world

expressed through the actions of another.

To feel joy is to the very essence of life circulating

and pouring through the body

and filling your heart with 

the world

by Parker A. Brown

Chaos

you feel the intensity of the people around you,

all you see is a blur of colors swirling around you 

with noise like a waterfall times ten.

yet all you hear is your footsteps and the calming voice of 

you.

by Parker A. Brown

A Soldier's Tale

I hear the shot

I feel my legs crumple

I see red liquid drip down from  hole in my uniform.

I pray for mercy. 

I pray to live, even though the innocent souls I shot did not.

I say I will never kill again, 

though the damage is done. 

I ask for a second chance, 

but none comes.

I pray for my wife and baby 

as I fall away from life into death,

unaware that 10 years from now my son will sit by my grave 

and wonder about the father he never had.

by Parker A. Brown