Putting it all on the line
As the brain fires on all cylinders
Giving a new world the breath of life
Even as the cursor blinks, mocking me
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Divine (an acrostic poem)
Donald thought she looked like an angel
It almost made him hurt how much he wanted her
Vivid ideas about what would happen if they met
Instantly flooded his hormone soaked brain
Nothing would make him not think she was a gift from God
Even when she spread her wings and ripped out his soul
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My Brain Dump (an acrostic poem)
Musings I needed to write
Yearning to go to sleep, I throw this out there
Believing in yourself and trusting your inner voice
Rarely will steer you wrong
Ask the questions that need answers
Inscribe on your soul the names of your loved ones
Never sell yourself short
Determine your guiding star and follow it
Until you reach your destination
Maintain due diligence on the world around you
Push your limits to grow your boundaries
Blush (an acrostic poem)
Brent watched her hips sway as she walked away
Lust pumped through his veins, leaving little blood for his brain
Urges finally broke his feet free and he started to follow
She spun around on her left foot, stopping him in his tracks
He felt his lust dissolve and rush to his cheeks as she put her hands on those hips
Mind Worm
The words bawl up inside my mind, burrowing deeper, eating away at who I am. I try to rip open my skull to allow the words out, freeing me from the infestation, but it runs deeper, trying to eat away at my core, my soul. If it can eat away enough of me I won’t be able to summon up the courage to dig deep enough to get all of it. Will I win? We will see. Hopefully no matter what happens it will be epic.
Hopeless (an acrostic poem)
Hatred spiked as she looked at the single piece of paper
Ordinarily inanimate objects did not suffer her wrath
Perhaps if it didn’t have those words and symbols on it
Eventually those very words scrambled her brain
Leaving her feeling lost amongst a future sea of red ink
Eyes fluttered skyward, but no divine help was forthcoming
Shifting in her seat gave didn’t give her any new insight
Suffering silently she wondered how bad it would be to ask if they wanted fries with that
Writing (in 100 words)
Building a world on the back of words spun from the cloth of imagination can be hard work. Finding a way to hack into the reader’s brain and deliver an experience that challenges as well as entertains, while delivering a message about the human condition seems impossible to even contemplate. Yet everyday people sit down and try to articulate fully formed stories from the ether by sifting their thoughts through their souls to find the gold nuggets there within. They then take that gold and refine it in their minds, burning off impurities, and pouring off the slag to reveal…
