10.10.17
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Crash (an acrostic poem)

Clicking the mouse as fast as she could

Rachel laughed as she blew up three of her competitors

All she needed to do now was make her sprint to home base

Suddenly frames started dropping almost as fast as her f bombs

Her screams echoed as the screen went black

 

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10.05.17
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Checkmate (an acrostic poem)

Calculating the best move

He pointed his wingman to move in

Everything seemed perfect about her

Cascading red hair framing her heavenly pale face

Knowing her friend was fully engaged by his man, it was now show time

Moving in for the kill he broke out his fifty million dollar smile

Asking her what was her drink of choice

Too bad she pointed out she was the designated driver

Even though she held a gin and tonic in her hand

10.03.17
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Celebrate (an acrostic poem)

Cliff looked at the assembled friends and hung an appreciative smile on his face

Everything was too perfect to those in attendance

Looks were more important than any bitter reality

Even if behind the looks rotted what was left of his decaying heart

Being a zombie with a human veneer should have been easier

Reaching forward to blow the candles out, Cliff’s only wish was for it to by quickly

Aggie smiled her know it all smile as she could see the monster she had created

Tearing another part of his humanity away, he blew out the flames

Eventually the pain would end, but not before that smile

 

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10.02.17
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Framed (an acrostic poem)

Filching from the common sheeple was always easy for Mandy

Reaching in and taking a pretty bauble or a thick wallet was second nature

And if she was flirting with someone, well she could take what she pleased

Men especially were susceptible to her charms

Everything was going fine until she decided to move up the food chain

Devon left her literally holding the bag, while he fled with the art

09.28.17
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Lost Soul (an acrostic poem)

Looking over the remains of the party

Oscar shrugged his sore shoulders

So much carnage strewn across the living room

Too many people had been in too small a space

 

Still he had better start cleaning up

Olivia would be coming back in a couple of days and she would be pissed

Unless he started soon, she would see the mess he made

Lifting up his shovel he began disposing the bodies

 

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