Contrast (an acrostic poem)

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Cold, cold logic sets fire to my imagination

Oblivious to the pain, I draw out tears of joy

Nothing can stop me but myself

That’s what makes creating so hard.  It’s destroying simple things

Reaching the basic elements and then building complex structures on them

Always digging deeper and climbing higher

Searching for the thing that is always with you

That is the war of the abstract and realism that defines me

Trash (an acrostic poem)

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The words she first typed were complete garbage

Reaching deeper, she tried again, trying to have them make artistic sense

As she typed, though, she knew these were still rubbish

She decided to keep going, but that feeling never seemed to leave her subconscious

How even after all the self-doubt she was a bestselling author amazed her every day

Float (an acrostic poem)

 

Falling below the surface of the water

Looking back at the border between the liquid and gaseous states

Opening my mouth, bubbles race away to freedom

As I continue to sink deeper

There I found my value of buoyancy

 

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Void (an acrostic poem)

 

Vast emptiness inside his life left him listless, drifting in space

Oblivious to those orbiting around him trying to help

It was easier to focus on those hot balls of gas spewing hate

Deeper he went, then colder and darker it became till he became lost in the…

 

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Dig (an acrostic poem)

 

Down deep you know it’s true

It doesn’t stop you from going deeper, though

Giving up hope that the treasure is just a bit lower isn’t an option

 

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Page (an acrostic poem)

Plunging into the words

And swimming the story

Going deeper and deeper

Eventually forced to come up for air and a dose of reality

 

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Flavor (an acrostic poem)

Finding the right words to say

Letting them linger on the tongue

And then hurling them onto the page

Viscous remnants of enlightening ideas

Obscuring their true deeper meaning

Removing all taste from the text