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~ Symbols danced in InkGirls eyes As she twirled herself Onto the stage Pen in mouth, her skin the page - Rhythmic sensuality Bouncing inside her veins Her enunciation popping sounds In the eardrums, of those listening - She dances Her heartbeat prances Her ink is like France; beauty Her statement like the Eiffel Tower - Poésie Je t’aime She cries As she bled herself Into the diamond around her neck - Poetry becomes a worded butterfly Fluttering toward InkGirl But when he lands on her He began to melt into her - The words on Poetry’s wings Became apart of InkGirl The audience ooh’d and ahh’d As the swirly word magic robed the girl’s body - She became a poem While she pirouetted Her body a poetic language Speaking to the eyes only - She is a ballerina Poetess As she swallows her diamond pen Her eyes blue pearls Her lips; poetry - Je suis devenu un poème She whispers She loved Poetry so much She became it - [Although she is stuck to the stage She is performed; over and over The theatre is her birth and her grave She is chained forever, because of love]
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Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 3:10 AM UTC
Theatre Chains
~ Symbols danced in InkGirls eyes As she twirled herself Onto the stage Pen in mouth, her skin the page - Rhythmic sensuality Bouncing inside her veins Her enunciation popping sounds In the eardrums, of those listening - She dances Her heartbeat prances Her ink is like France; beauty Her statement like the Eiffel Tower - Poésie Je t’aime She cries As she bled herself Into the diamond around her neck - Poetry becomes a worded butterfly Fluttering toward InkGirl But when he lands on her He began to melt into her - The words on Poetry’s wings Became apart of InkGirl The audience ooh’d and ahh’d As the swirly word magic robed the girl’s body - She became a poem While she pirouetted Her body a poetic language Speaking to the eyes only - She is a ballerina Poetess As she swallows her diamond pen Her eyes blue pearls Her lips; poetry - Je suis devenu un poème She whispers She loved Poetry so much She became it - [Although she is stuck to the stage She is performed; over and over The theatre is her birth and her grave She is chained forever, because of love]
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Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 3:10 AM UTC
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