Collide (an acrostic poem)

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Coming violently together was their usual M.O.

Obliterating everyone and everything around them with such a release of energy

Love contains almost limitless potential energy waiting to be continuously released, but…

Lust was a poor substitute with so many limits

It would be expended so quickly in a blink of an eye

Deforming each of their spirits, leaving permanent dents therein

Eventually becoming as cold as the void that remained.

Technology (an acrostic poem)

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The mathmagicians cast their spell of logic

Electrical and mechanical design engineers took that energy and gave it physical form

Constructing a simulacrum of silicon and glass

Handing it off to the whisperers of binary

Now they coded in the soul and function of the new beast

Ordering the chaos of all the possibilities of this new creation

Lifting it from an inanimate object

Obscuring the line between animated and animator

Giving the world a new fascination that

You can hold in your hand

Diner (an acrostic poem)

 

Dinner rush was hitting hard, not a seat at the counter was empty

It was moments like this that made Tracy’s spirit sing

Nudging her to be more efficient taking orders, expediting, and jumping on the line

Energy flowed from her to her customers satisfying their appetite for perfection

Rush ended and Tracy felt wrung out since she had poured out her soul into their meals

 

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Rise Up (an acrostic poem)

Reach deep down inside of you when you feel dead

It’s there where you’re power resides

Set it loose upon your world

Everyone will fear your inner zombie

 

Undead and dangerous, you climb out of your energy grave

Pushing upright you shuffle off to find your brains

 

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Fatherhood In These Modern Times (a 150 word story)

The simple sound of a baby crying pierced the night, causing Bob to bleed from his stubbed toe as he became the first responder.  The little bundle of joy was empty of joy, and thus the alarm was going off, but Bob couldn’t find the off switch, even after changing the wet encasing.  He tried moving it around to activate the snooze, but that didn’t work either.  Soon he decided that the alarm was a low energy notice.  He plugged the baby into the recharging device and watched the fluid level on the device drain to zero.  The recharge worked, as the baby went back into low power sleep mode.  Bob thought about putting the baby where it belonged but worried that the jostling alarm had been reset, and he was worried about setting it off.  Instead, he closed his eyes and snuggled the sleeping baby close to his heart.

 

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Place (an acrostic poem)

Putting things away, be they trinkets, memories, or even people

Leaves me feeling complete, and yet filled with an uneasy energy

As if the more compact I make my life, the more space I have to get lost in

Could it be clutter is the equivalent of comfort

Even to the point of not knowing where I am anymore?

 

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