Cold (an acrostic poem)

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Chilled to her bones, she tried to finish her typing, listening to the percussive clatter of the keys

Only the chattering wasn’t just the keyboard, but her teeth beat a duet with her fingers

Leaving her to wonder if the furnace was ever going to kick in

Didn’t remember she had placed a hold on it so no heat came for a long time

Code (an acrostic poem)

Clicking like mad on her keyboard

Ordering her computer to bend to her will

Determined to watch it compile and run successfully

Errors proliferated like rabbits and she decided it was going to be a long night

 

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Word Count (an acrostic poem)

When sitting down in front of her computer

Olivia began her daily penance

Racing fingers

Dancing on the keyboard

 

Crafting new realms from the ether

Outpouring her imagination onto the page

Until she felt she could write no more that day

Nanowrimo would push her to become the writer she wanted to be

That or break her will to write till New Years.

 

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Grind (an acrostic poem)

Getting the words to flow seemed impossible today

Really it would be easier to just kick back and watch TV

Instead here was Bob pounding on the keyboard

Now very few of those words tapped out will probably make it past the edits

Definitely none of the ones NOT typed would ever see the final manuscript though

 

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Crashed (an acrostic poem)

Cody hit the wall, then he hit the Monster Energy Drink

Rallying his remaining reserves, Cody began to code some more

As he pounded the keys, Cody realized he was even thinking in code

Still, he could feel the friction of lethargy begin to slow his neurons

He doubled down, blinking away at the ever growing wave of exhaustion

Everything became a blur, but Cody pushed even harder

Didn’t realize a keyboard could leave such an imprint on his drool  drenched cheek

 

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Mary Jane (an acrostic poem)

Musing in the heady fog, Shelia looked at her story

Already her main character had done so many cool things

Really she had to considering all the shit Shelia put her through

You would think Shelia hated her, but it couldn’t be farther from the truth

 

Just as she took another hit, the idea hit her

Amazing she had never thought of this before

Now she puffed twice as fast as the clack of the keyboard became staccato

Even as the high wore off, the buzz of writing remained

 

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Blank (an acrostic poem)

Bashing on the keyboard, programming robot liebehaviors

Living the lie that it will actually work this time

As you change random things in the deluded hope it will fix the problem

Never really believing you will really make things better

Killing all your hope as your mind goes…

Fresh (an acrostic poem)

Fumbling for words after typing over 250,000 of them, Ward began to hate his keyboard

Really it had to be that, or the computer itself, or maybe the lighting

Everything felt stale and lifeless no matter what he tried

Shutting down his machine, Ward was about to walk away, but decided to try again

He ended up setting fire to his house when the computer wouldn’t start.

 

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Reality (an acrostic poem)

Richard felt around for his pen

Even though his agent had warned him

Always have a pen ready, but Richard was a bit forgetful

Leaving it here and there along this book signing tour

Is it really his fault with all the fans screaming his name

Telling him that he was their dream writer

Yet when Richard woke up, all he had written was xcdfrt where his head hit the keyboard.