Plus (an acrostic poem)

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Putting things together is something I do all the time

Lets me add all the nuances I think I need

Until I start to subtract by adding too much

So am I good at knowing when that happens?  No, but when I do learn it, it will be a huge…

Born (an acrostic poem)

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Beginnings are always rough

Of course that doesn’t make the middles any easier

Really the endings can be difficult too.

Not that you need to worry.  You were ready the day you were…

Pencil (an acrostic poem)

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People say the pen is mightier than the sword

Except they are missing the point, the manually sharpened point

Now you could include mechanical versions, but that is such a lazy game

Can’t use all geometric aspects of the lead to create crisp lines to gentle shading

It is a uni-tasker, and as such fits more of the pen diatribe

Let’s admit it, all the power you need is located in a good No. 2…

Story (an acrostic poem)

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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)

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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…

Chilly (an acrostic poem)

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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.

Prey (an acrostic poem)

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Praying she could make it in time, she dashed towards the light

Realizing the monsters were close by pushed her to go faster

Everything came down to was she fast enough, and she was worried she would be too late

Yet she didn’t need to, she swooped on the monsters, consuming them before they escaped

Keen (an acrostic poem)

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Knife was sharp, elbows were out, nose broken

Everything screamed danger to those around him

Everyone scrambled to get away, but they didn’t need to  

No one, including him, noticed that his shoelaces were tied together