My diseased cerebral speaks of mind bending methodical similes pounding at the front door like thunderstorms, Maniacal poetry that burns deeper in your canals of hearing to brand the lyrics into your memories, Coughing words of puzzling lessons trying to teach you the reality of the life you live in, yes I would have you displaced in your own conundrum, excluding the negative aura you bring to my utopia, mixing potions similar to lotions to keep your minds short attention span from experiencing a drought, distinguishing the genuine foreshadow of love is hard to grasps because of ones disbelief, steady discharging mere thoughts that cycle on the marathon my mind events daily is great exercise for ink, Thy creativity is my sanity, therefore my vocals will always be heard whether written or spoken, I am Courtney... your unorthodox poet.
-Cspb