Fog (an acrostic poem)

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Formless gray extended in all directions

Obsficating everything, and making it all seem alien

Going back to the previous room, she tried to remember why she had gone there. Got to love brain…

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

Meal (an acrostic poem)

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Making food always made him feel both happy and sad.

Every morsel that left his kitchen was a love note to those who ordered it.

A loving response was an empty plate that came back, ready to be cleaned for a new missive.

Leaving food on the plate meant rejection and left him wondering what went wrong.

Drape (an acrostic conversation)

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Do you prefer blinds or shades?”

Really it’s a toss-up, though my cats prefer blinds”

Ah, I see.  Is it because they love to peer through the slats?”

People like to think that.  No, it’s because they like to break off the ends”

Entropy and gravity.  The study of feline physicists everywhere.”

Tide (an acrostic poem)

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These times she felt like she was being washed out to sea

It caused her to panic and thrash erratically

Diving in, her wife swam out to meet and support her

Emerging from the ocean of troubles she dried her off with her love

Album (an acrostic poem)

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A collection of things that mean so much to the curator

Love wrapped in plastic and placed in a binder

Building the history of a lifetime one photo at a time

Until it is placed away on a shelf where it awaits the proper time

Meaning the time to pull it out when her first boyfriend visits

Brain (an acrostic poem)

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Beating up her heart with blows of pure logic

Reality was there was no chance this was really love

Almost certainly it was just hormones and nothing more

It was a waste of time, and her resources were better used studying

Not that she could think of anything but the taste of his lips…

Glue (an acrostic poem)

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Given how attached he was to her, how he loved her

Letting her go never entered his mind.  He wanted to be with her at all times

Under that notion, he physically stuck himself to her

Eventually, his mommy got the cat away from him, but not after lots of scratches.  Love was hard.

Mail (an acrostic poem)

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Marking a real piece of paper with her thoughts and fears

And sending it to her love, who was across the sea

It took so long for it to get him

Letting the seed of hope she planted inside those words time to grow.