Three Wishes (an acrostic poem)

To think that the world could be his never entered Matt’s brain

He thought hard then began to come up with his want list

Really all he needed was a ham sandwich at that moment

Everything else seemed secondary

Except he did want a collie as well

 

When he was done with those two, he thought about his last one

It should be something important

Something that could make a difference to everyone he met

He thought really really hard

Eventually he came up with what he thought would do best

So he asked to make anyone smile if he showed them his own

 

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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

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