“Can’t believe he isn’t bleeding out”
“Unless that means what I think that means”…
The zombie crunched away at the fresh brains, so yummy. They should have run.
Cut (an acrostic poem)
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Spell (an acrostic poem)
So do you believe in the magic that surrounds you?
Pushing the fantastical into the factual
Enabling imagination to define reality
Letting wonder bloom in the field of drab predictability
Let’s drink deep of this fever dream and cast our fancy into the world
Sorry (an acrostic poem)
So, obviously I have not been posting that much to my blog lately
Oh believe me, I wanted to keep publishing every day, but I had my reasons
Reason one, my professional life has demanded more of my time
Reason two, I needed to get a bunch of stuff done around my house
Yet the time is coming where I will return. Thank you, and please keep checking in
Empty (an acrostic poem)
Everything felt numb inside
Making him crave something, anything to fill that void
Pushing him to do crazier and crazier things
Though nothing seemed to help
Yet it did lead him to believe he was broken
Impossible (an acrostic poem)
It might look like things are at their darkest.
Makes picking up your burdens and trying again seems pointless.
Perhaps even preposterous.
Oh, don’t lose faith in yourself.
So many things are doable once you put your mind to it.
Strive to find little successes and chain them in a row.
It matters seeing those breadcrumbs of progress.
Believe that you can climb out of the dark depths.
Lift yourself one bit at a time.
Eventually you will feel the sun of triumph on your face.
Bones (an acrostic poem)
Been shaking the pair in my hand and wondering
Obviously the way they land is random
Now that wasn’t an appealing thought
Every ounce of him wanted to believe in luck, that now was his time
So when they came up snake eyes, he knew he had been right
Close (an acrostic poem)
Couldn’t believe I even had a shot, to be honest
Last thing I thought would happen was that you liked me too
Old feelings of insecurity and inadequacy swamped me when we were apart, but together, that was something amazing
So when I popped the question I was at an emotional breaking point
Even though you said no, I…
Blind (an acrostic poem)
Believe in what cannot be seen
Leave the mundane behind and fly with gossamer wings
Infuse your life with the magic around you
Nothing can really hold you back when you brace the impossible
Don’t hesitate and close your eyes and see
Cross (an acrostic conversation)
Can I have one of your buns?
Really? Are you trying to make me mad?
On the contrary. I am trying to take away your sin.
Sin? Why is me having these buns a sin?
So I believe the sin in question would be gluttony. Hand one over and be saved.
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Blah (an acrostic poem)
But the plot will come if you just type words. You just have to believe.
Like that would really happen. He laughed bitterly.
All it meant was the letter vomit on the page might be some sort of Rorschach story form.
He closed the document and went to bed. He had seen enough.
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