Stars (an acrostic poem)

So many distant suns twinkling as they watch from above

They escort the night across the sky

Arriving at the horizon to be relieved of their duty

Resting till called upon as their little sister fades to black

Silent sentries stoic in their duty

 

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Point of Contention (an acrostic poem)

Perhaps it wasn’t a good idea to meander in his explanation

Of course he should have decided that about ten minutes ago

Instead, here he was, and even he knew he was mucking up the whole thing

Now he stopped speaking and held his breath, hoping she would let it pass

That’s when he became the punch line, literally, and she knew how to hit

 

Ouch, but that was not the worst of it

For that’s when she turned and stomped out of his life leaving him in a hard place

 

Considering she took with her the engagement ring as a consolation prize

Obviously she wanted to hurt him in the pocketbook as well

Not like this was the first time they had had a major disagreement

To tell you truth he felt more like the victim in this situation

Even her sister had taken his side in the dispute

Now that could be because she was a bit biased

The fact that the sister was the woman he was making out with when she walked in

It might have something to do with it

Of course there was only one thing to do

Now that should make really interesting Thanksgivings

 

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Destiny (an acrostic poem)

Determined to be the great hope since birth

Emily always had the burden of being the chosen one

She was chosen to watch her sisters, chosen to become a doctor

Then she was chosen for lifting her family out of poverty

It was enough to be soul-crushing

Never was she allowed to do something just for herself

Yet when she finally fulfilled all the predictions she took her own life as a way of claiming it back

 

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The Gamble (a 100 word story)

Nothing was left in the tank.  The car had screamed at Greg miles ago that it needed sustenance, but Greg drove on anyway.  Why should the car get what Greg could not?

It had been twenty days since she had left him.  Now Ginny was on the west coast with her new job and new friends, and here he was in Cleveland, no money, no gas, and no chance of undoing any of his mistakes. To think at one time Greg was her bad boy.  Now he was just being bad.

He left the keys inside the stolen car and began walking home.  Sometimes you needed a long walk to clear your mind, but all the way to Atlantic City?

After two miles his feet were screaming.  Okay, maybe this walk was a bit melodramatic, but it would be a great story to tell Ginny’s sister.  She was hotter anyway.

 

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