Soured (an acrostic poem)

Sweet nothings flowed from his mouth­

Obvious to her now, he didn’t mean a thing he said

Until that moment she thought they had a chance

Reality left a bitter taste in her mouth, and her stomach roiled

Exacerbating the situation further he kept staring at her friend’s chest

Displeased with the whole situation she left him stranded at the party

 

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Hurt (an acrostic poem)

Her eyes leaked water, at least that’s how he looked at it

Useless showing one’s emotions in public like that

Really it was contemptuous her humiliating display

That was what he was going to do in the privacy of his shower

 

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Solo (an acrostic poem)

So many people crowded together to celebrate

Only Erik felt like an island in the sea of humanity

Looking at the beer in his red cup, he wondered why he was there

On his way home, he remembered.  He was Marty’s ride.

 

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Pickled (an acrostic poem)

Pounding back another tequila

It made his eyes cross

Curt looked around the bar

Keen to find someone to connect to

Lurching to unsteady feet, he stumbled towards her

Everything screamed to him that she was the one

Didn’t make it three steps before he found out the floor wanted him more

 

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Oops (an acrostic poem)

Ordinarily, I would make an excuse

Or beg for your pardon

Perhaps even try to compensate you

So to break character I’ll just leave this out there

 

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Winter Blessings (a 100 word story)

The snow continued to fall, covering the refuse of Gary’s life.  He smiled at the cold whitewashing of his previous mistakes.  It gave him a crisp clean perspective on his past.  The sad thing was he knew soon the sun would come out and the blanket of white would melt away, allowing his warts to once again be in plain sight.

At least for now he could pretend there had been nothing wrong as he sipped his spiked hot chocolate in front of the fireplace.  Spring can take its own sweet time.  He was happy to be buried in blankness.

 

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Emotional Relationships (a 100 word story)

Melancholy was his mistress and muse.  He worshiped her day and night, always trying to make things right, but it never quite worked.  He felt he came up just short no matter how hard he tried.  She had been his first love.  One day he decided to take the plunge and proposed.  That was the last day he ever saw her.

He now felt empty inside.  That’s when he found Depression.  She moved in, and they became inseparable.  Once he thought about breaking up with her, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.  Till death did they part.

 

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