Sorry x2 (an acrostic poem)

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So, I haven’t posted here for a couple of days

Of course, I hate when that happens

Really, I wanted to post, but I was burning the candle at both ends

Reaching a point where the words would not come

You can be assured I am sorry and will try to do better in the future.

And now a bonus poem/story…

She wanted to tell him she had been wrong in what she did

Or maybe not quite wrong, but maybe more mistaken

Reaching out, she cupped his cold face with her hands

Ready to finally apologize for what she had done

Yet she couldn’t though since he was already dead

Harp (an acrostic conversation)

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“How much do I hate you?  Let me count the ways.”

“As if you can complain.  I’m the best thing for you.”

“Really?  That’s about as offkey of a response as I can imagine.”

“Perhaps, but I am secure in my knowledge that I know how to pull your strings.”

Hair (an acrostic poem)

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He rubbed his bald head in frustration

All his follicles had rebelled so young

It made him wonder what he did to them to make them hate him

Really they just wanted to show off his head’s perfect shape

Elf (an acrostic poem)

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Everyone thinks just because you have pointy ears, you’re magical

Let me tell you, we are only qualified for two things

Fighting orcs or wrapping presents, and I hate goddamn bows!

Rag (an acrostic poem)

 

Reaching out and sucking as much of the mess as she could 

Absorbing as much of the hate and condemnation before she overflowed

Getting saturated she ended up to wringing herself out into her emotional drain 

 

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Void (an acrostic poem)

 

Vast emptiness inside his life left him listless, drifting in space

Oblivious to those orbiting around him trying to help

It was easier to focus on those hot balls of gas spewing hate

Deeper he went, then colder and darker it became till he became lost in the…

 

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Creep (an acrostic poem)

Cutting to the front of the line was Bill’s status quo

Really the world was all about him

Even when it wasn’t, Bill made sure to correct the mistake

Everyone really hated Bill and what he was inside

Perhaps that’s why Bill did as well

 

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Sinful (an acrostic poem)

Steve looked at the jacket in the window

Instinct told him not to buy it

No reason to even think about it

Furious with himself he walked away

Until he realized how much she would despise him for it

Laughing, he went into the store

A Math Home Run (a 100 word story)

Facts and figures spun and danced in front of Maryann’s eyes.  She was great at math, but she hated it.

Her father tried to convince her that math could be beautiful.  She wouldn’t believe him.  After all, why would someone like math who worked on making sure the grass in left field was trimmed to the perfect height.  He showed her the analytical side of baseball, how she could use her ability to simulate games, just like this one.

As the ump called strike three Maryann smiled and settled back in her seat.  Okay, maybe hate was a strong word.