Wish (an acrostic poem)

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What would I do if I found a genie in a bottle?

I would ask for three simple things.

Something that would make you smile, something to make you think, and something to give you peace.

Hope by you reading this some of it came true.

Power (an acrostic poem)

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Punish the oppressed

Obliterate all knowledge of their humanity

We can blame them for the problems they have

Even if we were the ones who perpetuated them

Really it as simple of an abuse as that

Thick (an acrostic poem)

The breadth of her knowledge was tremendous, but

How could she not know something as simple and basic as this?

I approached her, my evidence in hand

Capturing her attention, I began to lay out my arguments

Kept at it even when I realized maybe I had done something stupid

 

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Depression (a 100 word diatribe)

Emptying everything out of the depths of my soul, finding the places where sorrow pools, and I try to pump that out too.  The calming feel of numbness would make me “happy”, but yet it seems the more I pour that bitter water out, the more they fill up.  Is there an end to those salty depths?  I know the simple answer, but I am past simple answers.  Simple is Saccharin.  It is artificially sweet, leaving my emotional palate overloaded and underwhelmed.    The complex is too much for my mental state right now, so I am left in purgatory. Selah