Empty (an acrostic poem)

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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

Rug (an acrostic poem)

 

Ripping up the broken tiles by breaking them some more, how cool is that?

Underneath the subfloor doesn’t look that bitch’n, soooooo

Gonna lay me down some burnt orange shag.  Make the bathroom groovy again!

 

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Crunch (an acrostic poem)

 

Chewing through the textures dancing in my mouth

Reveling in the amount of noise that escapes my piehole

Until everything Is broken down into the mush my stomach desires

Necessitating another bite of that audio and physical harmony

Chomping down on another symphony of mastication

Hope there are many encores!

 

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Pupil (an acrostic poem)

 

Perhaps the eyes are the mirror to the soul

Until you think about that little crack in the facade

Potentially that means your soul might be trying to break out

It could also mean that your soul doesn’t really want to be seen, breaking the glass

Leaving you either a prison to break free from or just broken

 

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That’ll Fix Anything (a 50 word story)

The phone was broken, but he was sick of buying new ones.  He grabbed his screwdriver and contemplated how to attack the problem.  It was probably beyond his ability, but he was damn good with a screwdriver.  After drinking three of them it wasn’t fixed, but he didn’t care anymore.

 

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Broken (an acrostic poem)

Belief was sometimes such a fragile thing

Relying on just your faith that everything will be okay

Outside forces were always tearing at that virtual support

Keeping it under assault, looking for the smallest of cracks

Enlarging them until the whole thing falls into pieces

Nothing could ever put you back together completely and make you whole again

 

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Broken? (a short Easter story)

Pierce pointed at Jenny’s broken locket.  “Why do you wear that stupid old broken thing?” he asked.  “It’s Easter.  Shouldn’t you wear a cross, or do you not believe?”

Jenny shook her head.  She lifted up the locket, its hinge mostly broken, never to close again, its contents lost to the world.  “I wear this because I believe.”

“What?  You don’t make any sense.”

Jenny pointed at Pierce’s cross.  “That is a symbol of sacrifice and death.”

“Uh, yeah?  That’s the whole idea.”  Pierce’s eyes rolled up into his head so hard it almost sounded like a slot machine spinning..  Once they returned to normal he continued.  “God sent his son as the final sacrifice.  I thought you said you believed.”

“I do.  This represents the empty tomb.  That means death is conquered.  I am saved as long as I believe in this.  That’s why my locket is empty and can’t be closed back up.”

Pierce stumbled a bit mentally as he processed what just happened.  “So what you’re saying is?”

“Without this,” she lifted her broken locket, “that,” she pointed at the cross, “is just a gory end to a magnificent man.”

“Where can I get one of those?” Pierce asked.

Jenny folded her arms in front of her.  “I thought you said it was stupid.”

“Once I was blind, but now I see?”

She shoved his shoulder.  “That was bad.”

Peirce laughed.  “Happy Easter?”

Jenny joined in is laughter.  “Happy Easter.”

 

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St. Patrick’s Day Drama (a 100 word story)

I found a pot of gold, but then the damn leprechaun mobsters began kicking my knees.  No one tells you about that.  Find the end of the rainbow they say, but no tells you to bring a Glock!  I never stood a chance.

Now I have an empty cast iron pot that smells like cow manure and a single gold coin I managed to hide.  Too bad it won’t pay for the emergency room visit for my bloody broken knees.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day everyone!  That is everyone except those damned leprechauns.  They can go where the damn snakes went!

 

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Pressure (an acrostic poem)

Pushing past the limits of her endurance

Rita kept ratcheting up the tension in her muscles

Everything was on the line this time

Success and she was set for life

Slip up and she would be homeless and broken

Urging her body to give her just a little more

Rita growled as she felt her opponent quiver

Everything after that happened so fast she didn’t know how to react

 

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