Struggle (an acrostic poem)

So many children were screaming into the void

That the void got frustrated and threw the cacophony back

Resulting in an aural tsunami that came crashing over my consciousness

Undercutting the foundation of my sanity

Giving me a sonic lobotomy

Gone was any chance of getting anything done

Leaving nothingness

Existential emptiness

 

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Book (an acrostic poem)

Between the covers lives a synergy of two consciousnesses

Obviously that of the author, but also that of the reader

Organically melding into a reality neither has full control over

Keeping both guessing how it will turn out

 

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Science! Bah Humbug! ( a 100 word babble)

I am synthesizing information in an attempt to immolate my brain cells, allowing me to warm my frozen thoughts about the subject, yet the thaw has yet to come.  I huddle in obscurity, surrounded by obscenities used, but not forgotten, built up to keep me from seeing my failure from the outside.

Still hope tries to grow inside though it hasn’t seen the light of inspiration or the nourishing rain of success in so long it might as well be on the dark side of the moon.  Should I just collapse this rhetoric into a black hole of consciousness?

Probably.

 

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Cast (an acrostic poem)

Cutting away the final dross, Andros looked at his creation

Absolutely perfect was the only way to describe it

Still something nagged at him from the corners of his consciousness

That’s when he realized he forgot to give her arms!

 

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