Every story needs a hero and a villain
Perhaps they are even the same character
It then becomes all about the hero’s journey
Care to take on the role? It will be…
Epic (an acrostic poem)
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Habits (an acrostic poem)
How many times can you do the same thing
And do you get the wanted dopamine hit for each?
Bet it is a series of diminishing returns
It should make you want to do it even less
That would be nice, but no, you crave want more
So you do it again, well, because…
Fan (an acrostic poem)
Forcing air to get its behind moving in front of the spinning tines
As the blades cut up the parts that lollygagged behind
Nothing will ever be the same ever again
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Focused obsessively on the one-way relationship she had with Him
Always finding out of the way moments to try to finally be with Him
Now that restraining order will be a problem, but it won’t stop her love of Him
Vessel (an acrostic poem)
Vehicle for fluids is raised for another toast
Enables waking dreams as you stumble being possessed
Sometimes you can host a multitude of different spirits simultaneously
Such as wine, beer, and hard liquors
Enough visitors that you reach your max occupancy limit, and you’re forced outside your body
Leaving you empty and full of yourself at the same time
Gravity (an acrostic poem)
Given how much it meant to her, this failure left her soul feeling heavy
Reason told her this time wasn’t any different then the million times before
And she knew she should let go of that emotional weight
Vanity wouldn’t let that happen, though
It kept her rooted firmly on the ground
That pressure to beat Sisyphus by pushing up her metaphorical boulder
Yielded the same result. She never left her personal black hole
Trail (an acrostic poem)
The path through the trees split around one prominent trunk
Reaching that point, I paused and thought which side should I take
At a quick glance both seemed pretty well traveled
It left me a bit sad since I wanted to follow Frost’s advice
Leaving me but one choice. I climbed the tree and my perspective was never the same again.
Dune (an acrostic poem)
Dramatic undulations littered the moving landscape
Under the constant onslaught of sun and wind
Never the same from minute to minute
Entropy hard at work
Change (an acrostic poem)
Can’t things just remain the same?
He shook his head reading the paper about another closure
As if being single wasn’t hard enough
Now where would he meet women? He hated Tinder.
Going on Twitter just made his skin crawl
Even though this virus likely wouldn’t kill him, his love life was RIP.
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Routine (an acrostic poem)
Reaching for her car keys, Delilah headed out the door
Outside she got into her car and pulled out of her driveway
Under the slate-gray sky she drove through traffic to get to work
There she punched the time clock and began her shift
In her breaks, she chatted with the same people and told the same jokes
Never did it dawn on her on her way home that she should do something different
Every day might have been the same, but that’s what she so loved about it
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Mild (an acrostic poem)
Maybe variety is the spice of life, but
Isaac worried about getting burned
Loving to do the same thing over and over
Delicious blandness that left him fulfilled
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