That first time my lips grazed yours
How my world changed forever
Racing hearts beating together
It left me dizzy and short of breath
Let me tell you, I couldn’t wait to do that again
Loving that hit of raw adrenaline
Thrill (an acrostic poem)
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Limit (an acrostic poem)
Looking for that little bit more
I push the pace past what was comfortable into the red zone
Making me breathe harder, faster
It rips a growl from my soul as hit that wall
Then I break through that ceiling. On to that next level.
Habits (an acrostic poem)
How many times can you do the same thing
And do you get the wanted dopamine hit for each?
Bet it is a series of diminishing returns
It should make you want to do it even less
That would be nice, but no, you crave want more
So you do it again, well, because…
Crumbs (an acrostic poem)
Can’t get a seat at the table?
Relegated to looking on, waiting for something to hit the floor?
Under foot and unnoticed?
Maybe this year is when you stand up and demand a seat.
Become a partner with those who should be your peers.
So stop settling for mere…
Bust (an acrostic poem)
But as all her chips were swept away
Ursula still felt she should have hit
Since she had doubled down
That jack of spades was going to haunt her dreams
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Demon (an acrostic poem)
Don’t you want another hit, man?
Everything would feel so much better
Make all those whispers you hear go away
Or at least make them fade for a while
Now isn’t that worth it?
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Anxiety Attack (an acrostic poem)
All the things were out to get him
Now his wife was in on the mission
Xenon headlights broke the darkness in front of his speeding car
If he could just get across the state line
Eventually, they would give up their chase
Then flashing lights stabbed him from behind
Yanking the wheel hard to the right he crashed through the guardrail
All of a sudden he was in free fall
That was when it finally hit him
They couldn’t follow him here
All they could do was watch
Calm now he accepted the oncoming water with a smile
Knowing he had finally escaped
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Drugged (an acrostic poem)
Didn’t know I was so addicted
Reality breaks without you
Until I am huddled in my bed shivering from withdrawal
Give me another hit
Get my engine running again
End this horrible feeling I have in my soul
Don’t ever leave me again, sweety
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Thug (an acrostic poem) part 8
That Mike was hiding being a reformed serial killer
He made an easy blackmail target, except no one knew about that
Until now that is. Someone had found out
Giving him the hit his mind craved, but that his soul despised
Habit (an acrostic poem)
Hank took another hit
A frustrated sigh escaped from his lips
Being so weak willed really sucked
It didn’t stop him from adding to his misery
That is until the whipped cream can was finally empty
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