Break (an acrostic poem)

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Baby porcelain doll, the last one her daughter had ever held, burst into sharp shards as it hit the floor

Releasing so many emotions in her, some she thought she had closed within that small casket

Everyone around her just stopped and stared, silent, not knowing what to do or say

As she watched those pieces scatter she started drowning in a psychological flood

Keeping the tears away was impossible as she felt something inside of her…

Creature (an acrostic poem)

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Capricious thoughts scatter across his mental landscape

Reason and emotion decorate his headspace with the creative and the banal

Everything coalescing into a morass of possibilities and probabilities

A prime candidate for the existence of a higher purpose

That life is not just reacting to environmental stimuli and hormones

Unless it concerned her smirk

Reducing everything to its most primal place

Especially as she purred, kneading him, keeping him awake

Carry On(an acrostic poem)

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Cupped hands holding all the ideas I had

And I am running to find the places they all need to be planted

Reaching my first destination, I try to plant just one idea

Really screw up and most tumble through my fingers to infertile ground. Devastating!

Yet after a period of mourning I rush on, and something miraculous happens. My hands refill!

Oh if I knew ideas would repopulate I would not have been so careful in the beginning

Now you know. Rush and let your ideas scatter, and wait to see what awesomeness grows!