Clock (an acrostic poem)

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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

Mess (an acrostic poem)

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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…

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…

Maze (an acrostic poem)

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Making out of this place alive was going to take skill and daring

All the exotic animals surrounding him made it even harder

Zoos were supposed to be places of wonder and discovery

Except he was just a humble peacock, and all these stupid paths became one evil…

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.

Farm (an acrostic poem)

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Finding your food on the ground usually is a bad thing

And would be frowned upon picking it up and popping it into your mouth

Radishes and watermelons were there for the taking though

Making this one place where there was way more than the ten-second rule.

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

Name (an acrostic poem)

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Now, what should he call his invention?

And he knew this was almost more important than the invention itself

Making him wonder if maybe he should shelve the whole stinking kit and kaboodle

Except the WhositwhatsitYouSitISit^tm was so cool otherwise

Scams (an acrostic poem)

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She didn’t mean to start another pyramid scheme

Creating a product so cool, she just wanted to allow others to have opportunities

And to grow it quickly, she decided to use subcontractors, who could subcontract from there

Making a company with a pretty nifty product and a pretty crappy way to sell it.

So that’s why one day the whole thing toppled

Drug (an acrostic poem)

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Don’t think I can get enough of you

Racing through my veins and making my heart beat hard and fast

Until I feel I might explode from the feeling of pure bliss

Grinning, I whisper into your ear, “Give me another hit.”