My Verse to The Powerful Play.

<p>I am not just this flesh shell we call bodies,</p><p>I am made up of everything too big.&nbsp;</p><p>There are universes coursing through my veins</p><p>while music blankets the poems etched into my bones.</p><p>Azure stars fall from the sky into my glass windows.&nbsp;</p><p>Staining them.</p><p>My soul is full of blazing suns that grow with each beat of my aortic drum.</p><p>But there is also that dark corner that tries to quiet that raging rhythm.&nbsp;</p><p>These stars refuse to burn up though.&nbsp;</p><p>Thoughts swirl like purple wind,</p><p>leaving traces of shapes and ideas in my mixed up brain.</p><p>Blessing and cursing me with this inspired wave; I must create.</p><p>I am covered in memories that have been carved carefully into my pale skin with red ink.</p><p>Scars.</p><p>These deep marks bare my stories. My experiences. My life,</p><p>I&#39;ve been branded &quot;Original&quot;.</p><p>I&#39;m an adventurer&#39;s leather satchel that&#39;s filled with treasures only found from paths not taken.</p><p>Indiana Jones would die for these artifacts.</p><p>I&#39;m a constant battle between being a cool breeze and a riotous New Years Eve.</p><p>There is a cup within me full of this emotional ocean...</p><p>And I&#39;m drowning in it.</p><p>But slowly I&#39;m learning how to swim.&nbsp;</p><p>This home I occupy is completely full; the seams are starting to burst.</p><p>My light doesn&#39;t escape me though, it only seems to brighten others.</p><p>The relieve of knowing I&#39;m not dimming.&nbsp;</p><p>I am not defined as just as pretty face,</p><p>I&#39;m immensely more than the sky could ever contain.&nbsp;</p>