Misfit (an acrostic poem)

Maybe I would fit in if he just compromised a little bit

If he could be just a bit more flexible with his morals

Shift a bit in his political views one direction or another

Find a niche where the contrast grayed out just a bit more

It would make things so much easier in life

The fact that that would break him leaves him with no choice and loneliness

 

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Reborn (a 200 word start)

Her world was pitch black darkness.  Actually, it was darkness and water, but after not breathing for so long she didn’t really notice the wetness.  She didn’t have a concept of time, but she did know her chains hand rusted and broken a while back.

She felt around the floor of her prison and found a large stone.   She picked a spot she thought was the same as last time and began hammering.  It might take millennia to get through, but she had that and more.  Still, she hoped she had picked the right direction.  She didn’t relish chipping her way through Mount Torlock.

That’s when she heard a muffled noise to her right.  She shifted her attention and started to hammer there.  She had been pointing in the wrong direction.  How long had she been off course?

Suddenly there was an explosion of sound.  Light poured into her prison as the water poured out.  She shoved herself out of the hole, reborn again into this world, and this time she would do the swatting.  Before any swatting could occur, though, she retched up the water in her lungs and stomach next to her.  Not the start she had imagined…

 

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Crush (an acrostic poem)

Cupid struck him right upside his head

Reducing him to a puddle at her feet

Unhinged he lobbed a lopsided grin her direction

She didn’t catch it at all as she focused his wingman

Her mind went to mush as Cupid played his sick game

 

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Run Away (an acrostic poem)

Really Paul knew he should get out of there

Undercaffeinated and out of time

Nothing left in reserves

 

And yet here he was, a flaming branch in one hand

Watching the monster squint in his direction

All he wanted to do was to wake up from this nightmare

Yet he knew his alarm clock was never going to go off again

 

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Place (an acrostic poem)

Pointing at a vague point on the horizon

Larry started to walk that direction

As the steps climbed into the tens, then hundreds, then thousands

Counting them became irrelevant

Eventually finding himself while he lost his …

 

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Compass (an acrostic poem)

Curt was looking for direction

Order out of the chaos surrounding his life

Maybe a change of scenery to give him a fresh perspective

Perhaps a new way of life altogether

As an answer to his prayers, the flashing lights pulled him over

Since that arrest warrant was still active

Soon he would have his wish

 

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