Heal (an acrostic poem)

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His heart was shattered into shards that stabbed his soul and made it bleed

Every day he tried to put one or two more pieces back together as best he could

And some days his heart broke more than he fixed it, yet overall

Living slowly got better, forever different, but better

Complete (an acrostic poem)

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Carnage had been prophesied since the day of her birth

Obliterate the evil, or else she would fail, and the world would burn

Many people tried to guide her, their interests, they felt, were the same as hers

Pulling her six different ways at once, she ended up pitting them against each other

Letting their division give her the room to find her own way

Everything was going well.  The darkness was beaten back.

The final battle took place, and in the end, she was victorious

Everyone’s cheers turned to screams when she didn’t stop and began attacking them

Thought (an acrostic poem)

Think, therefore I am was his favorite idiom

He held onto it with both hands, never letting it go

Others gave up and allowed themselves to become fleshy robots

Under the guise that the need for money was above all

Given that option himself, he rejected to play along

He kept generating new and different mental creations to escape their drudgery

That was why he was gone when they finally came to imprison him for his ideas

Shame (an acrostic poem)

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So many wanted her to stay inside the box of their construction

Happy and content with the societal norms

All she wanted to do was be free, to be herself

Maybe if they all accepted that she would have bloomed

Except they belittled her for being different till she hid away her truth until it was gone

Vessel (an acrostic poem)

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Vehicle for fluids is raised for another toast

Enables waking dreams as you stumble being possessed

Sometimes you can host a multitude of different spirits simultaneously

Such as wine, beer, and hard liquors

Enough visitors that you reach your max occupancy limit, and you’re forced outside your body

Leaving you empty and full of yourself at the same time

Gravity (an acrostic poem)

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Given how much it meant to her, this failure left her soul feeling heavy

Reason told her this time wasn’t any different then the million times before

And she knew she should let go of that emotional weight

Vanity wouldn’t let that happen, though

It kept her rooted firmly on the ground

That pressure to beat Sisyphus by pushing up her metaphorical boulder

Yielded the same result.  She never left her personal black hole

Across (an acrostic poem)

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Always there was a distance between them.

Could be living on different coasts, but it wasn’t.

Really it happened even when they were in the same room.

Oh, if they could just figure out a way to cross the gap

Such that all their dreams could come true.

So it was a tragedy when they settled for the next best thing.

Taste (an acrostic poem)

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Those stripes will be yummy with a dash of polka dots

Adding the mismatched pink and green fluorescent socks to further spice it up

So put together a feast for your soul and embrace who you are

There might be people who want to throw up a bit when they see you walk down the street but…

Everyone has a different fashion palate when it comes to style.