Kristen Brewster

The swirls of darkness
pull me under for a while.
When I find the surface
I have to correct all the wrongs
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I thought it was useless
and gave up and wept
I thought I was garbage
and shut myself away
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Your colors; fancy and bright
Glimmer and shine in the sun
You have chosen the path of light
And bring me back, even though I may run.
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Do you feel it?
Pulsing through your skin and bones
the energy that burns in the wires you are made of
radiating through your eyes.
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These hands of bleedings
have created the locks on doors
and their keys.
Back to the days of their glories
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Failures
unwanted outcomes
pressure of risking your feelings
and getting crushed.
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That canister of black paint
stares directly at you
Hoping you will use it
the black tar you have long avoided
...

the bandages around my arms
protect and strengthen.
Trying to heal the wounds that
are overworked and tired.
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Doctor, oh doctor!
I haven't written for so long,
in fear that we would grow farther apart.
Please doctor! I am broken!
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Shall I catch the tears your eyes spill out
or the words that hurl towards me.

I sit on the swing set we used to play on.
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I am not understanding these
feelings that churn up inside my heart.
Or is it my stomach that is affected?
For it rolls as if it is a daughter wave in the ocean.
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I see a girl cowering in a dark corner,
Whimpering and crying.
My heart tugs towards her,
In hope of offering some kind of comfort.
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Sing me a song
beg me for my mercy

kneel to your feet
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What is the use
the use of pretending
the use of chasing a dream
that has long been forgotten
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In my emotional mind, I've come up with this
Notion that just because that wonderful
Season has ceased,
Everything about us is
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I am like that of a raindrop.
I am transparent.
Can't you see right through me?
I am small, round
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In the playground of my mind,
I tasted your cries of love.
The merry go round spun around,
I will get off at the next stop.
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In the storage bin of my mind,
I felt the sight of you behind me.
I walk up the stairs,
I suppose we will talk tomorrow.
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Those words,
They spill,
Like a running train,
A running stream,
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That feeling you get when
you know that something is going to come to an end
soon.
And the feeling of your stomach
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