Alright as you can see this is for poetry. i enjoy writing poetry, reading poetry, i even think of it as my native language. so i will continue to post my poetry here, in the hope that some understand me.
I don't really expect much feedback on my poetry, but i am always open for conversation, and will listen to what you have to say.
i will continue to update when ever i feel poetic.
i hope you enjoy this unique view of my thoughts, and soul.
I saw death in a tea cup, he was having the time of his life,
I was at a festival with my family and friends waiting in line for a ride de, I saw something until now I denied,
There was a man dressed in black swirling and twirling alone, it didn't bother him that no one else would go on,
Later on in a tent getting my fortune read, she told me I had encountered the dead,
It wasn't my hand that told her, so I leaned forward and said,
I saw death in a tea cup, he was having the time of his life, he was swirling and twirling the image has burned itself into my mind.
I got the inspiration for this a few years ago and wrote it down. I had unknowingly spilled something on one of my works. The stain left was a nothing more than a dark stain but I could see what looked like a skull in top hat and cloak, smiling from the shape of a tea cup.
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