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
Fear (an acrostic poem)
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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 …
Farm (an acrostic poem)
Finding your food on the ground usually is a bad thing
And would be frowned upon picking it up and popping it into your mouth
Radishes and watermelons were there for the taking though
Making this one place where there was way more than the ten-second rule.
Bluff (an acrostic poem)
Bashful with a dash of humility was his favorite drink
Leaving him sated every time he partook of that sweet nectar
Under the moonless sky, he would go out for a pint or two
Fortune smiled when he found a sweet young insecure thing looking for tall, pale, and handsome
Finding a dark spot to sip her vitality, he never saw the wooden stake till it was too late
Forget (an acrostic poem)
Finding memories strewn along the river of life
Only they were not yours, but do you really care?
Remembering things that were almost true, but with a twist
Generating new recollections resonating inside your head
Echoing emotional reverberations
That fade to black as you wake up and begin to …
Sign (an acrostic poem)
So, he looked for hidden meanings in everything around him
It made him paranoid he might miss something that would lead to a preventable catastrophe
Going through life on tiptoe meant that finding anything underfoot caused him to lose mental balance
Now if he only saw that earlier, he might have enjoyed what that foretold
Figure (an acrostic poem)
Finding men talking about her curves all the time was quite tiresome
It made her wish they were a little less… conical
Geometrical arguments be what they may, the boys never added things up correctly
Underestimating her desire to derive their equations
Relying on a vanishingly small probability that she would be impressed by the results
Especially since their plots would undoubtedly be too small and dreadfully unenlightening
Frown (an acrostic poem)
Finding upside down smiles scattered among the audience
Richard tried to make a quick joke to lighten the mood
Only it didn’t work, and more people joined the unhappy camp
When he decided one more time, they started to angrily yell at him
Nobody warned him that practicing his startup at a funeral was going to be such a bad idea
Moss (an acrostic poem)
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Maybe the rolling stone wasn’t that great after all
Only by finding a quiet, still place can you put down some roots
Soul-nourishing peace grounding away the pent-up anxious energy
Soaking in patience waiting for the right stone to come
Passion (an acrostic poem)
Putting the focused energy of emotion into the “thing”
And feeling like even if it doesn’t work, well you are still one step closer
Such that you recognize that the wall exists
So you can dig under it, climb over it, blow it up, make a tunnel through
If you don’t have that focus, that wall hurts to run into
Once, twice you will run into it and then wander off because it is too much
Never finding out what is on the other side
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