City (an acrostic poem)

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Canyons of concrete, glass, and steel define the urban landscape

Intense neon and fluorescent lights paint the scene in bright brash colors

That pulse with the heartbeat of the millions who live there

Yet she sat on the roof in the middle of it all, as alone as the moon that traveled overhead

Undead (an acrostic poem)

Until I had breathed my last I had never thought about my mortality

Now those last few moments I wondered a lot about it through the pain

Death, as I found out, can be a tricky subject now

Even as I felt my heartbeat that last time I knew something was wrong

All I wanted to do was move for a light, or into space, or anywhere else than this body

Damned that I get to be a walking corpse for the rest of eternity.  Kill me now!

Bubbles (an acrostic poem)

Being the center of the party meant Jess set the heartbeat as she sipped her champaigne

Until hers skipped a beat as Chad entered the room

Breaking down the man with her million dollar smile

Backing him into a far wall

Licking her lips

Enticing him with her eyes

Screaming his name when the ball hit midnight

 

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