Eric Brown

Retired MMA fighter, freelance writer for www.markercontent.com

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Eric Brown

Retired MMA fighter, freelance writer for www.markercontent.com

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Boredom Is In the past

Eric Brown

1 min read

Everyone is glued to their phone

I'm not a sheep so I feel alone

People are constantly on their devices

I chose a different path with different vices

People lose touch with reality

They will bump into you on the street

Without even as much as an apology

Paying attention to their phones walking into poles

Even twisting their ankles in mole holes

Boredom sparks creativity

They are held in digita...

Poetry

Fantasy

In the City

Eric Brown

1 min read

As I stand waiting at the crosswalk

I hear voices from hundreds of people talk

The smell of car exhaust fills the air

I'm getting passed by people in strange suits that they wear

The noise of car horns blare

You can cross without the walk sign if you dare

Chances are you will get hit by a cab

Sights of street art all over a cement slab

This city is strange but Bansky has definitely been here

I...

Poetry

Adventure

Trust me

Eric Brown

1 min read

Trust is only earned

You would have to drop your guard

It can hurt your heart...

Poetry

Drama

The first Date

Eric Brown

1 min read

Going on a date

She's really already late

Isn't starting well

If she is like her picture

Waiting is worth the torture...

Poetry

Romance

Times Up

Eric Brown

1 min read

While on his daily beat patrolman Stevens gets a call over the radio about a gymbag that was left outside the bruick built holding cells that barely broke grass line of the federal court building. Patrolman Stevens reasponded. Stevens responded and as he approached the black duffle bag he could hear a beeping that seemed to be going off every second. Stevens slowly unzipped the bag very slowly and...

Crime

For Dave and Scotty

Eric Brown

1 min read

Thank you for your service

You died in your sleep but your funeral made me nervous

I was the tough guy in my outlaw supporter cut

Every time they mentioned my brother I held in that burning feeling and tried not to cry I tried thinking happy thoughts but I’m not going to lie I couldn’t help but cry.

I regret never going for that ride with you I miss the fun we had in New Hampshire especially my...

Poetry

Drama

You can only Go Forward for So Long

Eric Brown

1 min read

You start life under someone else's care

Then you start to walk and wear big-boy underwear

You eat the rest of your meals at the table with silverware

Then in no time that little kid turns into an elderly man

He tries to be the most independent as he can

Now he is back in someone's care this time he's wearing depends instead of regular underwear he gets fed by his nurse wishing time could rever...

Poetry

Humour

Abandoned B&B

Eric Brown

1 min read

There was a house that’s now in our past.

When we were kids boy was it a blast

We played in the snow and the sand

When flying there we couldn’t wait to land

There was a recession and us as a family lost it’s favorite possession my parents sunk into a deep depression

No more snow and sand

I’d give anything to buy back that land...

Poetry

Drama

Yeah I Gave Up

Eric Brown

1 min read

At the worst of my worst I was my plugs best customer I would lie cheat and steal from anyone and anything I was detoxing on my parents couch flip flopping like a fish just trying to catch an hour or two shuteye and it was a music video from an artist with a problem of his own that made me think of what I was doing to my family and friends. It was velvet revolvers fall to pieces to bring light to ...

Project Thor

Eric Brown

1 min read

Carl was the deadliest of assassins who worked for the defense contractor “9 realms.” To even qualify for the wait list for a job with “9 realms,” you had to be ex special forces. After one trip Carl has his whole life fall apart on him, he gets a burn and his wife Judy is sleeping with her the newest guy at Carl’s work,Chad, basically everything that he old Carl was not anymore...