Cutting out moments in time
Licking and sticking them into her memory
It made her happy collating all of them
Putting the rest of the dross in the recycle bin
Clip (an acrostic poem)
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Stitch (an acrostic poem)
Systematic suturing of her emotional wounds
The pain of sewing the gash to her psyche was almost unbearable
It continued to throb years later, but the echoes of the horrific laceration kept getting weaker
They left the itch of wanting to see if she had healed enough yet
Cutting loose and pulling out each piece of mental floss
Her battle scar, now exposed, made her proud of not only surviving but healing
Chop (an acrostic poem)
Cutting wood and working up a sweat
He fell into a rhythm that made the job almost pleasurable
Only his hands, his back, and his arms would claim otherwise
Perhaps it wasn’t pleasurable at all
Plane (an acrostic poem)
Perhaps the story was a bit too flat
Letting it feel two dimensional
Allow your characters to take off and fly
Now I would also shave off a bit here and there
Eventually cutting out all the plain.
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Pipe (an acrostic poem)
Perhaps smoking wasn’t the best thing for Marcus’ health
It definitely meant cutting his life significantly shorter
People had warned him not to pick up the habit
Except being a dragon hunter paid so well.
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Crease (an acrostic poem)
Cutting and tape would be cheating
Realize the Zen of proper folding
Elephants and cranes made of paper
As fingers show off their dexterity
Solemnly teasing out a third dimension from two
Evoking the surreal as its goal
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Price (an acrostic poem)
Purchasing liberty through sacrifice
Red stained trails through foreign lands
It fulfilled a solemn oath
Cutting freedom away from the oppressor’s grasp
Ensuring another day for democracy
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Scar (an acrostic poem)
So much cutting in her past
Cuts that let blood and tears flow equally freely
All that was in the rear view mirror now
Rachel wore their history as a testament that there is a future
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Miracle (an acrostic poem)
Misha looked back over the waves
In the distance, she could still see the fires on the shore
Reaching out, she placed a comforting hand on Herb
After everything, the two of them had been through
Cutting ties with their past and sailing into the unknown was the hardest
Last week it looked like they would both be dead in a mass grave
Even unbelievers like Misha could recognize their escape for what it was
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Style (an acrostic poem)
So much of her life was trying to be trending
That she almost was the epitome of cutting cultural edge
Yet there were lines she would not cross
Lest she would lose whom she was
Even if she would find out she was someone else
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