Model (an acrostic poem)

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Making miniatures of real life was their thing

Organizing all the bits and pieces

Determining how to fit them all together

Enabling the construct to simulate the reality, but at a smaller level

Letting them travel through time as they watched the big bang unfold on their computer screen

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

Plastic (an acrostic poem)

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Pliable emotions allowed them to bend and not break

Letting the couple withstand so many of life’s issues

And it also let their souls meld into a perfect fit with each other

So it was no surprise to those around that as their features morphed by time’s hands

That it didn’t make a difference to the beauty they saw in each other

It was inspirational to view, to feel

Can something like that be recycled for the betterment of society?

Bang (an acrostic poem)

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Being able to pull the trigger had always been the question

All that training and education came down to this moment

Now it was time to execute or walk away

Given the thumbs up, she pushed the button, and the building imploded perfectly as she had planned

Ground (an acrostic poem)

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Gripping the dirt like he was afraid to fall into the sky

Really it was his muscles clenching all at once

Outside the thunder rumbled, marking sonically where he had been zapped

Under those angry clouds, the smell of ozone persisted

Not that the people with the ski masks on noticed.  They were too busy trying to flee, but they

Didn’t have time because Thor stood back up and smiled.  “Now it’s my turn.”

Cusp (an acrostic poem)

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Coming to the end meant that it was time for a new beginning

Until now, he had never thought about what that next would be

Since it seemed impossible that they had a chance to survive this nightmare

Pushing that aside he took out the Ring and was about to throw it in, but he had second thoughts…

Wonder (an acrostic poem)

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What she loved to do was count the stars in the night sky

Only she knew she could never get an accurate number

Not once did she let it stop her from what she perceived was her duty

Determined to be a witness to every star’s existence in its moment of time

Everything comes to an end, and one day she might be the only one to notice

Remembering the dot of light for what it might have been before it wasn’t there anymore

Splat (an acrostic poem)

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Shooting ideas onto the whiteboard

Plastering it with colorful words and diagrams

Leaving a chaotic schematic of creativity

And yet this work of art is unfinished

That’s why it is a blessing when it is erased, left waiting for the next time

Extinct (an acrostic poem)

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Every single one of them were gone

X marked the spot where the last one had died

That seemed such a minor thing at the time, and yet

It was the beginning of the end for the rest of us

Now I stand here to make another monument

Chiseling an X using my fingernails on the spot I stand

This is where the last of us will take their final breathe