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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required To The Brink For The Ink Crack Like Fissures Another page scarred with ink. Upon her page, I see red ink branded by the thoughts I think. Tattooed thoughts, that make me think My mind imprisoned, feel the burn, Within intricate patterns, my heart it learns past the point of no return. As I slip off her ledge, my spirit churns Faces bob like buoys in an ocean, For her mind, it is an ocean I'm sea sick to societies motion. I'm lost upon, her wave like motion Clutter intoxicates my brain, Intoxication, it fills my brain filling me with failure and pain. Strange impressions, as I view her pain Forcing sleep deprivation muse, bubbling from my mind, feelings break loose cigarette, pot and coffee abuse. I'm transported back, to my own abuse Five A.M. and the pressure is strong Crack like fissures, emotions strong to make these words move along. I feel I've known her all along My audience awaits but I'm still She grants me audience, within places still writing rhymes against my will. Her rhymes resonate, until I bow to her will Blocked by need I'm suffocated, lungs filled fully, never suffocated my joy becomes what I've hated. She’s one transcended, not filled with hatred I can't escape the vines I've grown, a climbing flower, I've see how she's grown notebook prison, I cry alone. With her notebook open, she's never alone All this angst and misery, She transcends angst and misery all for the love of writing poetry. Within her glowing landscape of poetry Casarah Nance Richard Lamoureux September 14, 2015 September 14, 2015 Dedicated to the Artistry of Casarah Nance
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