Formless gray extended in all directions
Obsficating everything, and making it all seem alien
Going back to the previous room, she tried to remember why she had gone there. Got to love brain…
Fog (an acrostic poem)
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Bistro (an acrostic poem)
Being as hungry as he was, he sat with the menu pondering his options.
It was always tempting to just say, “I’ll have one of everything.”
Silly as that thought was…
Though maybe today was the day to do it.
Really, he had the funds for a once-in-a-lifetime splurge, and this was the right place.
Ordering it all, he made friends sharing all the tapas.
Smoke (an acrostic poem)
So many wires going here and there
More than what is needed right now, but you want to be ready for the future
Oh I know it can get confusing, but that’s okay
Keep track of everything right up here in my big old brain
Except I forgot and now the smoke alarm is going off. Damn!
*a semi-fictitious tale. There was no smoke in my case. lol
Towers (an acrostic poem)
Those pesky trespassers ruined everything
Oh sure, they were trying to “return” his stolen property
Well they could have just left it at the gate and been off, but no, they didn’t want to
Everything might have been fine if his security was worth the payments
Really they might as well have opened the door for the interlopers
See, be nice, give people some jewelry, and that’s how they pay you back! Medieval!
Face (an acrostic poem)
Feeling where his eyes, his cheekbones, and his jaw were. It gave her a quick mental picture.
Alice smiled. He was a handsome boy for sure.
Clyde asked her, “Would you like to see how my lips feel?”
Everything stopped as his lips pressed against hers.
Color (an acrostic poem)
Couldn’t tell the difference between red and blue
Or blue and green for that matter
Looking at everything in grayscale made paint choices easier
Only paying attention to lights and darks
Reaching for his brush he channeled his inner M. C. Escher
Trend (an acrostic poem)
The sky is the limit
Really, everything is coming up roses
Except, of course, when it’s all burning down
Now that’s when everything is just going to hell
Don’t worry, it will all be just fine
Store (an acrostic poem)
Selling pieces of his soul was the only way he could get ahead
They were not large pieces, but they all added up
Outside everything was fine, but inside, the echoes of who he had been became a cacophony
Relegating his self-worth into moral bankruptcy
Eventually, he ran out of product, closed up shop, and faded from memory
Fear (an acrostic poem)
Finding the darkness settling into his soul
Everything began to slow except his heartbeat
Animalistic screams escaped his tightening throat
Reaching up on tiptoes toward the full moon the transformation was complete
Feel (an acrostic poem)
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Finding his emotions too cumbersome to deal with, he packed them away.
Eliminating his ability to cope with other people around him
Everything became harder until he decided to become a hermit
Leaving humanity behind allowed him to decompress and once again begin to …
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