Poem Relay

Please continue the poem. No rules, no restrictions. Continue as you whish. Happy or sad. Yellow or blue. We all love you.

Ill begin:

I’m lying on the couch. look up at all the stars. soon the sun will come. along with all my scars.

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They cover my skin like constellations. impossible to tell where marks end and ink begins.
Like shining stars, they had fallen.
Navy blue, splattered from busy pen to bare skin.

( I’m not exactly a poetry person, but this is such an amazing idea that I really wanted to try and add on :blush: )

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No matter how hard I scrub the ink will only fade and the stain is never going away for good. There is always still remnants left. While the past is in the past it doesn’t dictate my future. Who knows what might flow from the tip of my pen ?

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My pen is my weapon, my trusted tool.
I’ve been accused of slacking
but I assure you I’m no lazy fool.

(With apologies to Seamus Heaney, who gave me this image. His poem, Digging, is much better of course!)

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Moonlight over pond
Turtle frog and loon baby
Touch my doubting soul

[My latest obsession: writing Haikus]

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Reading this on my sofa, i feel so lazy…
Mind is always racing, must be going crazy

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Today I got a brain flush.
About time.
Lately has been such a rush.

Finally, my brain can Idle.
About time.
I can now see my goals title.

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My flows impeccable,
My prose delectable,
Going against me is regrettable,
You know where I’m heading but
Then I stall,
If you keep your eyes on the ball,
you won’t see the others fall

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I wonder if this inspired this thread or am I just reading to deep into it

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