Bacon (an acrostic poem)

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Bring on all that smoked pork awesomeness

And let me eat till I want to oink

Can I get an amen, my piggy people?

Oh you might say I am a hog for engorging myself on the crispy pieces of heaven, and you would be correct

Now that being said, does this desire make me a cannibal?

Figure (an acrostic poem)

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Finding men talking about her curves all the time was quite tiresome

It made her wish they were a little less… conical

Geometrical arguments be what they may, the boys never added things up correctly

Underestimating her desire to derive their equations

Relying on a vanishingly small probability that she would be impressed by the results

Especially since their plots would undoubtedly be too small and dreadfully unenlightening

Cell (an acrostic poem)

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Corruption pulsed within his veins energizing his desire to do wrong

Extracting money from the misery and oppression around him

Leaving him to live a life of luxury built upon the pain of others

Losing his soul bit by bit behind the bars of inhumanity

Want (an acrostic poem)

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Why should he be tortured because of his desire to have all the things

And not be able to have them because they cost too much?

Not that he was going to let that small problem stop him from getting his fix

This safe, though…

Send (an acrostic poem)

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Signals of her desire radiated outward at the speed of emotion.

Even as dense as he was, he had to sense something.

Nodding, he seemed ready to speak.  She stepped closer, hopeful.

Don’t you know it he ran away instead?  Next time she was going to try semaphore!

Pretty (a 100 word story)

Lincoln believed he was very confident in who he was, but still had this aching desire to be called pretty by someone.  Hell, anyone.  He was called many things, but never that magical word.

Finally, after a long time of searching everywhere, he finally heard the words, “You are pretty, Lincoln.”  It put such a huge smile on his face.

He wished he could have hugged the man in the mirror who said it, but instead he wrapped his arms around himself.  It might not be much, but it was a start.

He had to be the first to believe.

 

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