Putting together a list of steps
Looking for any fallacies and fixing them
After all of that was complete, he put his scheme into motion
Nothing went right after that. So much for a good…
Plan (an acrostic poem)
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Lever (an acrostic poem)
Looking to get him to budge just a bit
Evelyn laid out her argument like a lawyer
Vivid and concrete examples of the whys
Everything out in the open, she waited for his decision
Really her dad had no way to say no because if he tried she would pull out her pouty lip and well…
Begin (an acrostic poem)
Been looking to start something else
Even though I have five hundred or so projects in the works.
Given all that, something new has caught my eye.
I wonder if I could squeeze it in if I sacrifice something else.
Nobody really needs to sleep, right?
Hollow (an acrostic poem)
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
Color (an acrostic poem)
Couldn’t tell the difference between red and blue
Or blue and green for that matter
Looking at everything in grayscale made paint choices easier
Only paying attention to lights and darks
Reaching for his brush he channeled his inner M. C. Escher
Chilly (an acrostic poem)
Cold permeated the air as it dripped through the walls.
His teeth chattered comically, so he put on a third sweatshirt.
It couldn’t get more miserable. could it?
Looking at the water pipes overhead, yes, it could.
Leaving his basement, he contemplated the empty fireplace.
Yeah, maybe he didn’t need the couch anymore.
Bluff (an acrostic poem)
Bashful with a dash of humility was his favorite drink
Leaving him sated every time he partook of that sweet nectar
Under the moonless sky, he would go out for a pint or two
Fortune smiled when he found a sweet young insecure thing looking for tall, pale, and handsome
Finding a dark spot to sip her vitality, he never saw the wooden stake till it was too late
Slice (an acrostic poem)
She held the knife in two hands like a samurai sword.
Looking at the watermelon, her sworn enemy, she bowed her head.
It was going to be a battle to the death, but she didn’t feel like dying tonight!
Cutting deftly, the watermelon never had a chance and soon it was bleeding chunks on her counter.
Extremely happy with herself, she popped a piece in her mouth and spit out the seeds.
Mile (an acrostic poem)
Making that walk down the hallway, her feet heavier with each step
If she had more time to think, more time to make sure, more time to know if this was right
She was now having doubts, yet here she was wearing white and wondering if she had an “I do” in her.
Everyone was waiting, but looking down that aisle felt like she was walking her last…
Floor (an acrostic poem)
Feet drifted along the hardwood
Looking for the beat desperately since he felt his life depended on it
Of course, they could not find it and so he dreaded what would happen next
Ordinarily he would have abandoned ship and found a wall to prop up, but…
Rachel kept smiling at him as she tried to follow his lead, and that was all that counted
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