Poems from Madam Nixie

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Hi, my names Courtney. Poetry is one of my biggest hobbies, because it allows you to express yourself on a whole different level. I am a passion kind of chick, and I carry more of it in my work than anything else. It shows in my poetry, along with my books. Music is my muse, I thrive off the beats and rhyme of each song, it helps me create the emotion and expand it in every word. My personality is straight forward, I have a very natural temper issue, which leads to violence but I keep it in check very well unless you touch the few subjects that I grow impatient in. I cannot stand people who judge and step all over others. If I witness it, I usually give them a taste of their own medicine. Protective instincts are a key element to sparking my anger, so picking on others is definitely not tolerated with me. I will show you my signature pimp slap, and turn you into the victim, because Karma is my best friend. My poetry is all rhyme, besides maybe one because that is what comes naturally to me, so if you don't like that, sorry but that's my style. I'm a R.A.P: Rhyme artist of poetry. Over all, I'm different, but I'm okay with that. I'm not emo, scene, goth, prep or even tom boy. I'm just a plane rocker that loves music. I listen to any style of rock but being classified as anything other than original just isn't me. So go with the flow, and just let it be.
Hidden behind the understanding... buried beneath it all.. Lies a woman.. Who's anger was her down fall. Deception in the broken form,...
They say she trapped him.... They say she used emotions to bring him down...Her Jealousy, her despite, her vanity, lost light, left...
Images failing, Lessons erased.Some assume it's hidden, maybe misplaced. You hear me, but do you honestly care?Do you even see the...
Once upon a time I desired to beLike that ones that tormented me. But someone awakened my imbecilic mindTo the voice that would help me...
Vanity sneaks past your pure untainted eyes. It hides behind sparkling lies.The beauty you admire so extravagantly is merely a shell to...

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