Split (an acrostic poem)

Image: static.wikia.nocookie.net/fablehaven/images/d/d3/Fool%27s_treasure.jpg

So they planned to divide the bounty equally once they opened this chest

Pirates they may be, but they didn’t try to screw each other over, usually

Lust for gold was tempered by what the others would do if they found out

It surprised them all when they opened the chest, and nothing was there.

That’s when the guns and swords came out…

Carry On(an acrostic poem)

image: ak.picdn.net/offset/photos/5fb810ea6f52af4409e51dcc/medium/offset_1044690.jpg

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!