Dated (an acrostic poem)

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Didn’t believe it would ever come to this

As if time was the greatest jerk of all the jerkiest jerks

The muscle pains, the worsening eyesight, the fading memory

Everything might not be that bad, if looked at in the right light, but…

Despite trying to remain hip, all my pop culture references are now flat and …

Veil (an acrostic poem)

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Viewing life through a gauzy sheet of emotions

Everything was fuzzy and slightly off color

It made things less scary and more comfy

Living that way also meant never really knowing what was real

Late (an acrostic poem)

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Looking at the clock, he shuddered

All the time he thought he had had evaporated

That left him wondering if sleep would have to be optional

Even though deep down he knew that was so so so wrong

Begin (an acrostic poem)

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Been looking to start something else

Even though I have five hundred or so projects in the works.

Given all that, something new has caught my eye.

I wonder if I could squeeze it in if I sacrifice something else.

Nobody really needs to sleep, right?

Farm (an acrostic poem)

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Finding your food on the ground usually is a bad thing

And would be frowned upon picking it up and popping it into your mouth

Radishes and watermelons were there for the taking though

Making this one place where there was way more than the ten-second rule.

Yawn (an acrostic poem)

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You open your mouth wide open

And nothing but air and odd noises escape

Whisking away a contagious bit of tiredness and projecting it into the world

Never ending as it spreads, until one day the whole universe falls asleep

Sorry x2 (an acrostic poem)

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So, I haven’t posted here for a couple of days

Of course, I hate when that happens

Really, I wanted to post, but I was burning the candle at both ends

Reaching a point where the words would not come

You can be assured I am sorry and will try to do better in the future.

And now a bonus poem/story…

She wanted to tell him she had been wrong in what she did

Or maybe not quite wrong, but maybe more mistaken

Reaching out, she cupped his cold face with her hands

Ready to finally apologize for what she had done

Yet she couldn’t though since he was already dead