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 …
Mucus (an acrostic poem)
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Layers (an acrostic poem)
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
Late (an acrostic poem)
Looking at the clock
All time seemed to stop
Though adrenaline dumped into his system
Even Superman couldn’t get there on time now
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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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