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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Enter (an acrostic poem)
Every night Walter left cookies beside his bed
Never expecting them to be gone by morning, but a small part hoped really hard
They were his offering to the Sandman for dreams that never came
Eventually the Sandman had to get hungry and grant him his wish of a dream. It was Walter’s only hope
Reaching for a snack as he got out of bed, he didn’t notice that the cookie he took reappeared as he walked away.
One (an acrostic poem)
Only person who could fill her days with laughter was gone
Nothing was ever going to bring that twinkle back into her eye
Every sunset she watched and prayed that maybe he would rise in the morning
Thought (an acrostic poem)
Think, therefore I am was his favorite idiom
He held onto it with both hands, never letting it go
Others gave up and allowed themselves to become fleshy robots
Under the guise that the need for money was above all
Given that option himself, he rejected to play along
He kept generating new and different mental creations to escape their drudgery
That was why he was gone when they finally came to imprison him for his ideas
The Lesson (an 100 word story)
Under a gloomy gray sky, she looked at the shattered pieces of her life strewn at her bleeding feet. She stood there dumbfounded. Everything was gone in mere moments! She cried and almost just gave up, but…
Time kept moving.
Tears dried.
The sun crept out from behind the clouds.
She grabbed a broom and began to clean up the mess that had been her life and threw it away. She kept a couple of small pieces to remind herself of the before times. She then made a cup of tea and looked at the horizon.
The phoenix watched and learned.
Shame (an acrostic poem)
So many wanted her to stay inside the box of their construction
Happy and content with the societal norms
All she wanted to do was be free, to be herself
Maybe if they all accepted that she would have bloomed
Except they belittled her for being different till she hid away her truth until it was gone
Extinct (an acrostic poem)
Every single one of them were gone
X marked the spot where the last one had died
That seemed such a minor thing at the time, and yet
It was the beginning of the end for the rest of us
Now I stand here to make another monument
Chiseling an X using my fingernails on the spot I stand
This is where the last of us will take their final breathe
Loud (an acrostic poem)
Living life with the volume cranked to eleven
Obliterating reality around him
Until it is all just white noise in the background
Determined that his echo will be heard long after he was gone
Stand (an acrostic poem)
Still there she was, even after he had left her
The universe was shattered, her everything was gone
And yet she was still upright
Now she didn’t know what to do, or how she would go on, but
Determined to not let him down, only then did she fall to her knees
Ladder (an acrostic poem)
Leaving the ground behind one step at a time
As I climb higher and higher into the sky
Don’t look down though
Don’t ever look down. That my knees will knock
Eventually, I stop and wonder how high I have gone
Realizing I was only three rungs up.
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