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K N Brown Jul 2018
when she is alone at last,

she curses

and cries

and erupts into chaos,

for there is no one in the world

who would accept her madness

and still see the sanity
K N Brown Jul 2018
I am quiet,

for I learned the hard way

that words fail me,

and my actions bring music

to the gaping silence
K N Brown Jul 2018
the scars of her yesterdays

would not allow her to see

the beauty in her skin of today
K N Brown Jul 2018
she made art

to unscramble

the tangled lines of madness

that screamed in her head

and to transfer the insanity

onto a canvas

that wore it better
K N Brown Jul 2018
she was petrified


and she still faced her demons

like she breathed air--

not with ease,

not with tranquility,

not because she wanted to--

because she had to
K N Brown Jul 2018
I paint with vibrant hues

in hopes the immense colors

will stain my hands

and seep into my soul


the tints always dull into shades

and I reverse to the nothingness
K N Brown Jul 2018
I had given up

on a place like Heaven

when I realized

that I was mistakenly placed

into the confines of Hell

and that my only savior--

the all powerful,

all giving,

and all merciful--

was a beautiful lie
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