Living life with the volume cranked to eleven
Obliterating reality around him
Until it is all just white noise in the background
Determined that his echo will be heard long after he was gone
Loud (an acrostic poem)
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Crispy (an acrostic poem)
Crunching on this piece of Nashville hot fried chicken
Relishing in the heat and texture dancing in my mouth
It is a spiritual experience to be sure
So much noise and so much spice
Perhaps I should have gotten that milkshake after all
Yeppers, as my mouth begins to erupt, yes, I should have
Crunch (an acrostic poem)
Chewing through the textures dancing in my mouth
Reveling in the amount of noise that escapes my piehole
Until everything Is broken down into the mush my stomach desires
Necessitating another bite of that audio and physical harmony
Chomping down on another symphony of mastication
Hope there are many encores!
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Enough (an acrostic poem)
Evening faded into the background as he turned up the noise
Nothing special, just something to keep the world from invading
Outside he looked like he was just chilling out
Underneath he was boiling with emotions
Going to blow any minute like one of those geysers
He just couldn’t take it anymore. Soon the water escaped, but one drop at a time.
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Scream (an acrostic poem)
Silence wrapped its hands around her throat
Containing the sounds that wanted to escape
Racing pulse rate filled in the empty soundscape
Except she was the only one to hear it’s percussive note
As the room began to grow gray, then black
Making a noise seemed the least of her concerns
Noise (an acrostic poem)
Never completely missing
Obscuring the surroundings
It creeps up on consciousness
Scarring attention spans
Ever fearful of the silence
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Foibles (an acrostic poem)
Feeling her way through the darkness
Olivia could feel her pulse quickening
If these walls could talk, they would be screaming murder right now
But silence was the only thing that was echoing in her ears
Losing herself here would not be a good idea with Justin chasing her
Even though Olivia really wanted to be caught
She shifted the grip on her chef’s knife and purposely made a noise
