Random poetry

Wrote a poem and felt like sharing:

Free form thoughts can't float in an unfinished bathroom. 

Time melts the air like a rusted spoon, 

it spins out of control and then on to the next persons life it wants to mess with. 

To draw awkward patterns on the moments like the sound of a cats claws or the incongruity of some one not you wearing your hat. 

I guess life is full of little oddities like these and all one can do is to try and not fall off the spoon.

Somthing Worth Sharing:- Sarah Kay

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I was blown away by the opening poem.

Old Poetry: Vampires Sonnet

Oh sweet the pain that he gives me by night,
Makes my passion burn. The cuts made for him,
Sliced through skin, so my life bloods his lips.
The tender bite of death. In deep midnight
Our romance has breath, we un-dead.

Love's torture dances in the moon's wild heart,                 
And angel wings upon my back stained black.
The mark of evil love upon my neck
Now weeps for him. His crimson lips caress
And carve upon my heart his name.

In night's shroud we indulge the need of blood,
Souls dyed a lustful red by Tears of stars.
My forfeit. Pure flesh cut, you hold me tight
My neck is thine, marked by our bite