Sleep (an acrostic poem)

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Soundlessly floating among clouds of thought

Leaping from one random thing to the next, but trying to create a narrative

Eventually to his sleep-addled brain, it all made sense

Everything a flow of deranged circumstances distilled into a crazy story

Pushing slumber back into consciousness, the construct fades, but the emotional memory remains

Tape (an acrostic poem)

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They were trying to patch things together

And their therapist gave them an exercise to try

Perhaps they shouldn’t have taken it literally

Eventually the EMT was able to unwrap them from all the duct …

Edge (an acrostic poem)

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Eager to push her buttons

Denise kept asking her mommy why

Giving her mommy the gift of a headache and a short-fused temper

Eventually, after fifteen more whys, the temper exploded

Work (an acrostic poem)

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Whitlling away at his soul to earn sustenance

Only he never felt sustained

Reaching lower and lower depths of despair

Knowing eventually he will fall out the bottom and drop into nothingness

Base (an acrostic poem)

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Being such an acerbic person

Allowed him to eat through most of the resistance he encountered

So it surprised him when she neutralized him so easily

Eventually, he found out the reason was she was caustic

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.

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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