Mucus (an acrostic poem)

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My goodness, I am drowning

Under my own body’s immune system response

Can’t breathe, my throat is on fire, my voice is silenced

Useless coughing causes my core to ache

Sneezing to loosen up the solid wall of …

Layers (an acrostic poem)

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Looking through sheet after sheet of code and information, trying to find his traces

As she peeled back the Tor “onion” server

Yielding few results from her computer forensic investigation

Everything was a matter of time, though

Ridding all traces of her initial hack of the system was well worth the effort

So the things she left behind would point an arrow only to him

Tempest (an acrostic poem)

The storm was coming; she could feel it in her bones

Electrical shocks paused through her emotional system

Making her nerves sizzle, waiting for the other shoe to fall

Penelope didn’t want to be this apprehensive

Everyone has a bad day every once in a while

So she was due, and yet she knew this was different

Thunder rolled across her mental landscape.  Then the downpour started

 

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Trade (an acrostic poem)

This for that is as ancient as any system of commerce

Reliable if both parties have something the other wanted

Although sometimes you needed a larger circle to get the deal done

Donnie wanted that old system to come back into prominence

Eventually, someone would then take his life for something meaningful

 

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Thrilled (an acrostic poem)

There was only so much adrenaline that could flood her system

Helen felt the seat vibrate as the engine revved

Rolling through the corner with the gas pedal on the floor

If she could just squeeze out a bit more speed

Looking for an opening to make her move

Leaping at her chance she dove to the bottom, hoping her car would stick

Even with the other car, she slowly drifted up the track

Determined to never be left behind again

 

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Punch (an acrostic poem)

Pounding back the sugary alcohol

Until my eyes cross from both drugs hitting my system

Now he gets into my space and spits in my face

Could barely stand I was so bad off, but I could only take so much

Hitting him in the mouth put him in the same state as I as we both fell down

 

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Addicted (an acrostic poem)

After everything was said and done, Dave still took another hit

Didn’t matter that he knew better, the cravings were his master

Dopamine receptors fired up as the drug hit his system

It gave him a feeling of normalcy, which sucked worse than the cravings

Counting to ten he waited, but there was nothing more

To think that same hit would have had him flying just a couple of months ago

Even now he could feel the craving begin to awaken

Damned if he did, damned if he didn’t, damn it to hell!

Immature (an acrostic poem)

I didn’t want to have to tell you this

Many times the words would rise up into my mouth

Maybe I should have said them, but instead I swallowed them back down

Allowing you to have your little temper tantrum

Too bad you never got it out of your system

Understand I have limits to my patience

Really I should have handled it better

Especially after I stuck my tongue out at you!  😛

 

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