Crumbs (an acrostic poem)

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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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Crave (an acrostic poem)

Counting the minutes until I can get the next hit

Reality can be such a harsh mistress

All I want is to leave this plane of existence

Vying for my spot in line, I wait eagerly

Eventually the latest Brandon Sanderson will drop and I will be high

 

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Hockey (an acrostic poem)

Hottest thing on ice

One on one with the goalie

Can he score, or will the goalie snag a piece of victory

Keeps us all on the edge of our seats

Every pretty pass and crushing hit

Yields a map to the treasure that is the Cup