Fog (an acrostic poem)

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Formless gray extended in all directions

Obsficating everything, and making it all seem alien

Going back to the previous room, she tried to remember why she had gone there. Got to love brain…

Lever (an acrostic poem)

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Looking to get him to budge just a bit

Evelyn laid out her argument like a lawyer

Vivid and concrete examples of the whys

Everything out in the open, she waited for his decision

Really her dad had no way to say no because if he tried she would pull out her pouty lip and well…

Flash (an acrostic poem)

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Flickering lights were the first things he noticed as he awoke, dazed, confused, and hung over

Laying on the asphalt, he tried to roll off his back but found he couldn’t

As if he was stuck there by the hand of God, all he could see were

Strobing lights pulsating across the cloud-infested night sky

He began to cry when he heard his brother say, “Told you superglue would work.”

Novel (an acrostic poem)

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No way he would ever get all those words down on paper

Obviously, he had bitten off more than he could chew

Vowing that after he was done he would never even touch a word processor

Every letter was a struggle as he tried to download his soul onto the paper

Long months later he typed ‘The End.’  That was when he realized his work had just begun!

Hollow (an acrostic poem)

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He was sick of feeling empty inside

Only self-pity seemed to fill the void, and he knew that wasn’t healthy

Looking out over the storm-tossed ocean waves, he wondered what to do

Love felt so far away, somewhere out there past the emotional gray horizon

Of course, even if he got out there it might not help

Walking away from the water, he tried to convince himself that being full wouldn’t feel all that great

Vision (an acrostic poem)

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Viewing those things that were not there

It was the bane of her existence

She wanted to expose them and show others what they could not see

If only she was better at that than she was.  Every time she tried; the figments fled

Organizing her chaotic thoughts, she decided to try a different trap this time

NaNoWriMo would be motivation to finally capture them inside her words

Floor (an acrostic poem)

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Feet drifted along the hardwood

Looking for the beat desperately since he felt his life depended on it

Of course, they could not find it and so he dreaded what would happen next

Ordinarily he would have abandoned ship and found a wall to prop up, but…

Rachel kept smiling at him as she tried to follow his lead, and that was all that counted

Betrayed (an acrostic poem)

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Been promised that everything would be fine

Except that was never going to be true

That shouldn’t have surprised her

Rachel had grown up on the wrong side of the tracks

And no one there was ever able to keep their word, even if they tried

Yet this one hurt more than all the rest put together

Everett said he would always be there to hold her, to help make things right

Death had conveniently gotten him out of that, the bastard.  She spit on his grave.

Clogged (an acrostic poem)

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Clutter rampaged across his mental landscape

Leaving a mess of chaos that scrambled his thoughts

Old ideas mixed with current observations and new connections

Giving him no chance to respond to her questions

Grimacing all he could do was shrug his shoulders

Everything he wanted to say tried to come out at the same time, allowing nothing to escape his lips

Distraught, he knew that job opportunity was lost

Heal (an acrostic poem)

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His heart was shattered into shards that stabbed his soul and made it bleed

Every day he tried to put one or two more pieces back together as best he could

And some days his heart broke more than he fixed it, yet overall

Living slowly got better, forever different, but better