Oval (an acrostic poem)

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On camera, the room looked round.

Viewed from the inside, however, that was definitely not the case.

And why did they decide to make a space, especially such an important one, that way?

Look, they were still British in their own special way, so why not.

Hollow (an acrostic poem)

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He was sick of feeling empty inside

Only self-pity seemed to fill the void, and he knew that wasn’t healthy

Looking out over the storm-tossed ocean waves, he wondered what to do

Love felt so far away, somewhere out there past the emotional gray horizon

Of course, even if he got out there it might not help

Walking away from the water, he tried to convince himself that being full wouldn’t feel all that great

Store (an acrostic poem)

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Selling pieces of his soul was the only way he could get ahead
They were not large pieces, but they all added up
Outside everything was fine, but inside, the echoes of who he had been became a cacophony
Relegating his self-worth into moral bankruptcy
Eventually, he ran out of product, closed up shop, and faded from memory

Vision (an acrostic poem)

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Viewing those things that were not there

It was the bane of her existence

She wanted to expose them and show others what they could not see

If only she was better at that than she was.  Every time she tried; the figments fled

Organizing her chaotic thoughts, she decided to try a different trap this time

NaNoWriMo would be motivation to finally capture them inside her words

Crayon (an acrostic poem)

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Crayola’s yellow box made his eyes go wide.

Realizing all one hundred twenty colors inside were his to work with.

And that thought had him wondering what he should color first.

Yukon forests?  Dragons breathing fire on a horde of gold? Something from the Matrix?

Of course, he could let his imagination run wild and do something totally out of the box.

Next moment he was using a heat gun to make a three-dimensional sunset!

Scrape (an acrostic poem)

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She scooped out the contents of her soon-to-be jack-o-lantern

Copious amounts of sticky wet goop went plop as it was deposited into the garbage

Releasing a scent that wasn’t as fowl as she had anticipated as the knife cleaned the sides

After a bit more grunt work, the task was finished

Putting her candle inside, the glow from the eyes and mouth gave the room a ghoulish glow

Emmet said he never used his head, so she was happy to use it for him

Empty (an acrostic poem)

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Every word he wrote on the paper was a bucket full of holes

Making them equally as worthless at holding anything inside

Perhaps he should just give up now and save the time and effort

Though it did make the lifting of each one easier in its own way

Yes, maybe he would haul of them into place now since it was easy and spackle it all together during rewrites

Forget (an acrostic poem)

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Finding memories strewn along the river of life

Only they were not yours, but do you really care?

Remembering things that were almost true, but with a twist

Generating new recollections resonating inside your head

Echoing emotional reverberations

That fade to black as you wake up and begin to …

Break (an acrostic poem)

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Baby porcelain doll, the last one her daughter had ever held, burst into sharp shards as it hit the floor

Releasing so many emotions in her, some she thought she had closed within that small casket

Everyone around her just stopped and stared, silent, not knowing what to do or say

As she watched those pieces scatter she started drowning in a psychological flood

Keeping the tears away was impossible as she felt something inside of her…

Corner (an acrostic poem)

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Couldn’t stand being put in one when she was young

Objecting to the degrading idea of facing the epitome of a box

Realizing she never wanted to be inside that construct ever again

Now she does her own thing while society fiddles and burns

Energized knowing she is living her best life

Regretting that the rest of humanity decided not to follow her and stayed in the …