Couldn’t even think about using plastic.
And bartering would get him thrown out of the joint.
So he took out his wallet and began pulling out fives.
Hoping he had brought enough to make it rain.
Cash (an acrostic poem)
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Post (an acrostic poem)
Putting words in where emotions feared to tread
Out into the world, unprotected, left to fly or flounder on their own
So every time I press that button and make something come alive on the web
That is the moment where I add a bit more to the universe and wait to hear what echoes back
Loop (an acrostic poem)
Looking at the arrow of time, he felt that it was wrong. It didn’t explain his bouts of DeJa’Vu.
Oh, that’s why he had spent so much of his life putting together this machine from those moments.
Only did he have the balls to press the button and see what would happen?
Pushing it he winked out of time. When he woke up he had a feeling he should make a time machine…
Clock (an acrostic poem)
Counting down the hours, minutes, and seconds was painful
Letting my emotions swing back and forth, back and forth, twisting my gut in knots
Observing how life seems to move in slow motion making breathing difficult
Can’t seem to make those hands spin any faster, even if I stare so hard at the thing I go blind
Killing time sounds like it would be easy, but now I realize time is killing me instead
Story (an acrostic poem)
Searching for conspiracists to spread the word
To make sure the world knows the truths
Of mysteries and magic, of history and the future, of the real and the surreal
Rascals and damsels, princesses and princes, paupers and millionaires
You up for the challenge? All you need to join is to pick up a book and read.
Mess (an acrostic poem)
Making things usually left his desk a little cluttered, and he loved to make stuff
Everything started within reach, but by the end, some of creative debris was in the other room
Someday he would learn to put everything back in its place when he was done with it
Still, he thought of his whole experience in terms of his need to be creative, not that the output was a chaotic…
Bacon (an acrostic poem)
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Bring on all that smoked pork awesomeness
And let me eat till I want to oink
Can I get an amen, my piggy people?
Oh you might say I am a hog for engorging myself on the crispy pieces of heaven, and you would be correct
Now that being said, does this desire make me a cannibal?
Sad (an acrostic poem)
Suddenly the color leached from the world around him
And nothing seemed to make sense
Depression is a bitch
*Not autobiographical
Oval (an acrostic poem)
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.
Curls (an acrostic poem)
Cutting her hair, at one time, would make her cry. It was such a horrible experience
Utter fear would grip her upon sitting in the chair knowing she was at the mercy of the hairdresser
Red hair ringlets defined the core of who she was and were her pride and joy, so she was so particular
Letting the electric razor zoom across her scalp, she smiled.
Suck it, cancer! She would grow back stronger.
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