Nervous (an acrostic poem)

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Never sang in front of more than a couple dozen people before

Evert could feel his legs try to quiver with just the mere thought of the packed concert hall

Ready and waiting for him to come on stage and open his mouth to let those songs free

Vivian smiled warmly as she straitened his collar.  “You’ve got this.”

Oh, he got something all right.  Got to go to the bathroom that is.

Under the harsh bathroom light, he looked himself in the eye and thought..

So what was it going to be?  That’s when he threw up.

Crayon (an acrostic poem)

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Crayola’s yellow box made his eyes go wide.

Realizing all one hundred twenty colors inside were his to work with.

And that thought had him wondering what he should color first.

Yukon forests?  Dragons breathing fire on a horde of gold? Something from the Matrix?

Of course, he could let his imagination run wild and do something totally out of the box.

Next moment he was using a heat gun to make a three-dimensional sunset!

Salty (an acrostic poem)

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Swearing up a blue streak was her pressure relief mechanism

And she needed all the relief she could get tonight

Little did she know her ex was going to be there with his super-model girlfriend

That’s when she knew she had to do something to assert dominance

Yet loosening the tops to the seasoning shakers were probably not the route to go

Crabby (an acrostic poem)

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Couldn’t care less what you think Miss Know It All!

Rarely does something come out of your mouth that’s worth a damn

And right now isn’t one of those moments

Being the refined person, such that I am, I won’t allow myself to stoop to your level

Because to do so would admit that you put me in a foul temper, but we both know that’s not the case

You just run along now and go to Hell, you hear?

Float (an acrostic poem)

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Finding themselves adrift among the waves of emotion

Lifted by the manic highs then dropped into the depressed lows

Oblivious to what used to be normal and peacefully flat

As they bobbed along, unable to control their emotional path

That was when they contemplated letting go and sinking into eternal oblivion to make it stop

Normally I don’t post more after a poem, but I want everyone to be careful. Most of the time we can float through our lives and manage what storms are sent our way. For some, they are ready to let go. If you are one of those wondering if it is worth holding on, please first call the suicide prevention hotline: 800-273-8255. It is worth that one last chance to find an anchor.