Quest (an acrostic poem)

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Quitting the task had never crossed his mind

Unless you counted when he woke up, most of the time during the day, and just before sleeping

Every moment he thought about stopping he somehow found the will to finish it

So when that music in his head announced he was finally done, he let out a sigh of relief

That was short-lived since he realized all he had been doing was just a side…

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.

Train (an acrostic poem)

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To put her mind through the mental pressure cooker

Researching what her next “next” was going to be

All she wanted to do was to level up now

It was her passion, but she realized it was unrealistic

Now she needed to double down on the work.  It will all pay off later.

Yawn (an acrostic poem)

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You bore me like no other person

And it’s amazing I can stay awake when we are in the same room

When you open your mouth, my mind shuts off immediately

Now if you weren’t my physics professor, I wouldn’t care…

Ponder (an acrostic poem)

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Perhaps you should sit quietly and think about what if…

Or at least open your mind to the possibilities

Now that you see what is available, you can take action

Determine how to make the changes needed to get there

Everything action leading to the next, but…

Remember all that action stems from the moments of silence.

Billion (an acrostic poem)

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Big numbers eventually become small

If you zoom out far enough

Leaving the sense of wonder behind

Like when you’re little, 100 was so big, then a thousand

It boggles the mind at how small those numbers are now

Only by adding zeroes can the awe be added back in

Now what is a big number for you?

Interested? (a 100 word story opening)

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Someone once said that even the villain is the hero of their own story.  Yeah, that’s a bunch of… 

Sorry.  I’m not usually that crass.  I prefer to be in control.  Total control.  That’s why I am leaving this recording.  I don’t want myopic historians researching me to think I was lucky or a bumbling opportunist.  This will be the witness to my greatness, especially since no one else is capable of fully comprehending what I am about to do without me helping by giving you this simplified commentary.  Sit back and marvel at the mind of an unmitigated genius.

Petite (an acrostic poem)

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Perhaps short was not quite the right word

Even diminutive didn’t fit her stature

There was so much crammed in that tiny package

It boggled his mind as he lay there

The fact that she graced him with a slight smug smile made his heart flutter

Even as his jaw throbbed from her uppercut

Wisp (an acrostic poem)

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Winding through the dark recesses of my mind

I follow the glimmer of an idea as it floats just out of reach

So I shouldn’t have been surprised when I fell into a mental swamp

Pushing me under the murky surface to drown in the fetid cerebral sludge

Impossible (an acrostic poem)

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It might look like things are at their darkest.

Makes picking up your burdens and trying again seems pointless.

Perhaps even preposterous.

Oh, don’t lose faith in yourself.

So many things are doable once you put your mind to it.

Strive to find little successes and chain them in a row.

It matters seeing those breadcrumbs of progress.

Believe that you can climb out of the dark depths.

Lift yourself one bit at a time.

Eventually you will feel the sun of triumph on your face.