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

Industry take 2 (an acrostic poem)

 

It is all about you, trust us

Now get to work and push through the pain

Don’t you know when we do well you do well

Until there is a downturn

Still, don’t worry about that.  We will always be successful

That’s why we need you to work so hard

Really, get back to work, we have your back

Your severance package will be exciting

 

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Spice (an acrostic poem)

 

She turned up the heat in the chili, drop by evil-looking drop of ghost pepper essence

Perspiration beaded along his forehead and dribbled into his eyes at first bite

It gave his body an illusion of cooling, but the heat just kept climbing

Couldn’t believe there was a time before the all-consuming fiery pain

Eventually, his mouth recovered, but he knew round two was coming

 

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Dig Deep (an acrostic poem)

Down and out is not in her vocabulary.

If anything, it just means get your hands dirty,

Get up, and swing for the fences.

 

Determined to rise like the phoenix of old,

Even if every part of her soul screamed in pain

Even after getting kicked back down again and again

Pushing past that finish line proved she had it within her

 

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Ghost (an acrostic poem)

Going dead was such a drag

Having no sensations other than mind-numbing pain

Or the inability to have any strong emotions

So Wendy just haunted her surroundings

The way their daughter just floated through her days confused Wendy’s parents

 

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Trip (an acrostic poem)

The frequent flyer miles might be great, but he hadn’t signed up

Really he hated flying, especially the landings

It always gave him anxiety that moment just before touching down

Pain exploded in his head as he hit the floor.

 

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Weep (an acrostic poem)

Wet drops of salty water raced down her weathered face

Ending in a pitter pater at her feet

Every drop carried a little bit of her anguish

Purging her soul of its pain

 

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Thorn (an acrostic poem)

The rose bit Olivia’s finger, releasing a single scarlet drop

Hendrik felt horrible.  She was the love of his life and he had caused her pain

Olivia sucked at her wound with a small pout on her face

Realizing he needed to do something, he leaned forward to seal it with a kiss

Never seeing the rose as she smashed it into his face

 

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Sweat (an acrostic poem)

Sopping wet shirt dripped onto the sun-dried ground

Working through the pain in her muscles, Lynn pushed harder

Every turn of the pedals carried her farther

Already she had gone farther, faster than she ever had before

This was just the beginning, but now she needed to hydrate

 

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