Jetbrown : Writing

The Spell

The Spell

A Poem by Jetbrown


N*****s cold like hazel eyes unblinking. Copper bristles erect between chests, stand..
Traveling High

Traveling High

A Poem by Jetbrown


Staring to the clouded walls, gazing .. My mind elevates, I follow close behind it, the Shadow in..
Black Pen, Right

Black Pen, Right

A Poem by Jetbrown


I wish I could have the pen in your hand. Obedient pens. They learn how to punctuate, use proper grammar, A..