Contrast (an acrostic poem)

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Cold, cold logic sets fire to my imagination

Oblivious to the pain, I draw out tears of joy

Nothing can stop me but myself

That’s what makes creating so hard.  It’s destroying simple things

Reaching the basic elements and then building complex structures on them

Always digging deeper and climbing higher

Searching for the thing that is always with you

That is the war of the abstract and realism that defines me

Motor (an acrostic poem)

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Mary was always on the go.

Oblivious to sleep or the need for food.

The way she pushed herself was amazing to watch.

Of course, she could not keep this up forever.

Really it wasn’t surprising when she crashed and burned.

Float (an acrostic poem)

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Finding themselves adrift among the waves of emotion

Lifted by the manic highs then dropped into the depressed lows

Oblivious to what used to be normal and peacefully flat

As they bobbed along, unable to control their emotional path

That was when they contemplated letting go and sinking into eternal oblivion to make it stop

Normally I don’t post more after a poem, but I want everyone to be careful. Most of the time we can float through our lives and manage what storms are sent our way. For some, they are ready to let go. If you are one of those wondering if it is worth holding on, please first call the suicide prevention hotline: 800-273-8255. It is worth that one last chance to find an anchor.

Void (an acrostic poem)

 

Vast emptiness inside his life left him listless, drifting in space

Oblivious to those orbiting around him trying to help

It was easier to focus on those hot balls of gas spewing hate

Deeper he went, then colder and darker it became till he became lost in the…

 

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Caution (an acrostic poem)

Cliff looked at the oncoming traffic

All it would take is one step, and it would be all over

Unless they could get help to him in time

Then it would be even more pain

It was too risky of a plan

Oncoming traffic still whizzed by, oblivious to all this

Nope, it was none of their concern

 

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