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.
Lurkers Prying in the night Just viewing fights I spot one Flying out, pulls a gun I fall on knees Pray to Jeez Hope I live That I don't give My life I retrieve knife
Rest my friend, Think of nothing, Let everything go, Have a blank mind.
Enjoy those splinters, Piercing your corpse, You won't feel it, Enjoy having no pain, No emotions, Let yourself go, Into a dreamland, Feeling nothing, You're cured From this disease, We call life.
A better state of mind Is all that I ask. Instead of sitting here Wishing I was dead, Can't I please just Enjoy my life? A better state of mind; It is all that I ask Of you to do for me.
I can see the light, Almost out of the abyss, Approaching the end, The light begins to burn my eye sockets, Bringing me to complete blindness, I'll remain in this deep dark abyss, 'till I die.
Climbing up a tree To see what I can see. Perhaps a flower, or a bee? Maybe a puffy white cloud? Or a the birds singing loud? But deep in my heart, what I Really want to see is a warm, Welcoming smile as I look by.
Think everybody is forgetting the next line lately, Legit.
Eww, bliss.
You're my bliss, Warming my heart, Making me smile, Making life worthwhile, Without you, I'd be nothing but a failure, I love you with my heart and with my soul. *glomps laptop*
Suicidal thoughts swarming my mind Have fun with that one.
Look at what you did, LTD. You killed it. :/ A quickie. Shall it turn out positive? Or depressing? Stay tuned to find out!
Suicidal thoughts s-w-a-r-m-i-n-g my mind, Burrowing through my frag- ment- ed thou-ghts. I start to yearn for the bliss Of muffled darkness, Death on my cold lips. The sun has forsaken me to the dirt. When will I feel The warmth again? I step into the light. I see the blue-ness The green and yellow. The clear and calm. I breath I dream Of living.
