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…