Making all your shots is impossible
It is incredible if you make more than half
So why beat yourself up when you fail once in a while
Stop that, pick yourself up, and try again
Making all your shots is impossible
It is incredible if you make more than half
So why beat yourself up when you fail once in a while
Stop that, pick yourself up, and try again
Whispers called to her aching heart from the breeze playing with her hair
It promised her more than she ever hoped for
Nothing would come of it. It was just the murmurs of zephyrs
Didn’t matter though, because it gave her hope, and she wouldn’t let that blow away
Many times he could have seized the spotlight
Exclaim to all who could hear how much he had sacrificed
Embellish his exploits and discard his failures
Keeping quiet kept let the bodies sleep where he put them
Succulent savory cravings wracked his brain
All he wanted to do was have something fill that salient need
Looking for some chips, soy sauce, anything
The thought of making salt crystal rock candy didn’t sound as gross as it had earlier that day
How dry do you need to be to not shed any more tears
Until tonight she would never had even pondered such a question.
Sobbing, she thought of what she had lost and at what cost
Kneeling she watched her last tear fall to the ground.
Leaning out the window, she fluttered her eyes in his direction
And when he didn’t respond she waved
So when that didn’t work, she yelled his name
He never moved. She started to yell obscenities and that got his attention
Down below, the peons flee from the stars above
As if their puddle of light was armor they could wear to ward off predators
Reaching for his bow, he took aim at one such automaton and let loose the string
Killing it would be a blessing, releasing the fear to evaporate into the…
Hello everyone. I apologize for not getting a poem ready for tonight. I am physically and emotionally beat right now. If you want something to read, you can read for free my first three Vella episodes from my soon-to-be novel, Fallen From Mercy right here:
I hope to have a new acrostic poem up tomorrow night. Take care and thank you for stopping by!!!
Looking at images of waves crashing ashore
Over a strip of warm inviting sandy beach
Now she really wanted to go there right now
Gonna have to wait till next year though. She sighed.
Being in charge isn’t always unicorns and rainbows
Of course it does have its perks
Sometimes he took the first doughnut during the meeting
Sometimes he took them all before the meeting started.
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