Viewing life through a gauzy sheet of emotions
Everything was fuzzy and slightly off color
It made things less scary and more comfy
Living that way also meant never really knowing what was real
Veil (an acrostic poem)
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Pulse (an acrostic poem)
Palpitations made him stop in his tracks
Until his heart began to beat normally
Listening, he could hear others fleeing to the north
So he continued fleeing eastward and hoped his pursuers would go in that direction
Except hope was extinguished when a slug ripped through his chest
Chilly (an acrostic poem)
Cold permeated the air as it dripped through the walls.
His teeth chattered comically, so he put on a third sweatshirt.
It couldn’t get more miserable. could it?
Looking at the water pipes overhead, yes, it could.
Leaving his basement, he contemplated the empty fireplace.
Yeah, maybe he didn’t need the couch anymore.
Ego (an acrostic poem)
Everything was about him, and that was the long and short of it
God knew why she couldn’t get that through her diminutive pitiful mind
Of course it might have been because he never told her, but that was her problem
Flame (an acrostic poem)
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Fires roared through the house, consuming everything in their path
Leaving behind black charred remains of a lifetime together
All of those bits of the past turned to smoke as if an offering to a non-existent deity
Mumbling to himself, the former occupant of the home shuffled in his slippers down the street
Everyone would be worried about his dementia, but if he couldn’t have those memories, no one would.
Sing (an acrostic poem)
Songs rang through the night, raising everyone’s spirits
It made the darkness come alive with magical moments
No one was ever going to forget it for the rest of their lives
Given that the ghosts were slaughtering all those that lived, their memories didn’t have to last for long.
Subway (an acrostic poem)
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Submerged below tons of dirt and rock
Under the people scurrying like insects in metallic carcasses
Believers in mass transit meditated as their bodies gently swayed
Weaving their way through a complex anthill structure
And then regurgitated back up to the surface like zombies risen from the dead
Yearning for homes instead of brains
Fragile (an acrostic poem)
Focusing on her reflection in the mirror
Rachel wondered how she could go on
After everything she’d been through, there was so little left
Glass was far more robust than her current mental state
It felt like at any moment she would shatter into a million pieces
Leaving emotional shards across the floor
Except that’s when her son came by and gave her a hug, pulling her back together.
Mark (an acrostic poem)
Many hands make the chore light
And that was his philosophy through life
Reaching out with his hands to help all those he could
Keeping to this up even as he passed, so many came to celebrate him, it made his passing easier.
Limit (an acrostic poem)
Looking for that little bit more
I push the pace past what was comfortable into the red zone
Making me breathe harder, faster
It rips a growl from my soul as hit that wall
Then I break through that ceiling. On to that next level.
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