Eric Brown

Retired MMA fighter, freelance writer, artist, and former writer for massmma.com

https://www.theperfecttattooblog.wordpress.com

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Eric Brown

Retired MMA fighter, freelance writer, artist, and former writer for massmma.com

https://www.theperfecttattooblog.wordpress.com

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Eric Brown

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Two bright red Cardinals perched in my tree

Beautiful little creatures staring at me

There's a myth that they are friends who have passed, coming to say hello

Dragonflies can be black, blue, or yellow

Looking at me, knowing that I see you

If these are true, I believe you come here because you miss me, and you know that I miss you too

It's a good thing you are a loud callah

Because otherwise I wo...

Poetry

Fantasy

Life of a Dog

Eric Brown

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A dog who lives with a family who loves them

But no matter its size it believes that it's there to protect them all

Cause I've had pit bulls and I've had boxers

Didn't matter any threat to them were monsters

Every time I walk into the bathroom I was followed

For no other reason b**ut it was the pack mentality **

**Guess when you are the weakest in **the wild when using the bathroom

How do they k...

Poetry

Drama

Ode To Mma

Eric Brown

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I started with a private lesson once a week

Then I went on a daily streak

Three months of training BJJ and Muay Thai

Then it was time to fight my first guy

My coach asked me if I thought I was ready

I was convinced I was but couldn't keep steady

I threw a left hook and a right straight

He was still out by the count of 8

By the count of ten I convinced that I could do this over and over again

Tha...

Poetry

Action

Burden of memory

Eric Brown

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They say anxiety is living in the future

Depression is living in the past

That in itself is the burden of memory

There's no telling how long depression will last

One day you will turn elderly

And you won't remember the past

Alzheimer's runs in my family

My grandfather had it and I fear I will too

There are some memories that I would love to forget

Even though I've had a stroke I have not lost ...

Poetry

YA fiction

Boredom Is In the past

Eric Brown

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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

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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

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Trust is only earned

You would have to drop your guard

It can hurt your heart...

Poetry

Drama

The first Date

Eric Brown

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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

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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