This is a bit of a forum game, but at the same time it has the capacity to result in a bit of poetry, so it goes here. I'm going to supply a line of poetry, and the following poster is to create a poem using the line I gave as their first. Along with their poem, they supply a line for the next person to write poetry on. No restrictions on the type of line or poetry; just keep the line open ended.
Lights of every color are flashing beneath my eyelids They snap open, and I look about me in wonder.
There you are, running like there's no tomorrow, but you're not going anywhere on that looping strip of plastic.
Those lights are still there, glowing, transparent, barely there, And they lead me to the door to get out of here.
Out the door, I fly, Soaring through my thoughts, as if I were moving. I take a step forward, and am transported back to the room with you on the treadmill.
Why does it have to be this way? You're staring at me
You're staring at me Because You think i'm different You think that i'm worthless You never appreciated individuality i was foolish to think that You, You of all people could ever change But i never changed either
i never moved on when You crushed me And i never stopped loving You And i never forgot what You did to me You were the D of my life Naw forget that you are Remember when i bought that guitar It was to write you this song
You never noticed my subtleties my ways of showing i loved You Or at least that's what i thought But i realized that You did notice You just chose to ignore me To ignore that i loved You But it's time that I start ignoring your stare.
Change to major key and lift the corners of cheeks
I'm going to fire my laser Into the back of your head and you're going to turn around.
But I'll just have a vacant stare at the whiteboard squiggles And you'll turn back again, to take notes.
But what you don't know is: That laser wasn't imaginary It was real. And your thoughts are leaking out the back of your head. And you aren't thinking about the notes at all.
This is the first line Not the second not the third but have you heard? Right here is the sixth line But all I'll think we'll have is eight 'cause it doesn't matter too much anyway. Ok, I was lying. There is really twelve lines. Don't run away from me.
There it was, just sitting there, and I just walk by my greatest wish just slithered on by I'm surprised no-one started screaming But those scales on my hand are heaven I love snakes but I'm not in Slytherin.
