Ugly (an acrostic poem)

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Under the harsh bathroom light, he looked hideous.

Going on this date was such a bad idea.

Leaving her alone would be better than returning to their table, wouldn’t it?

Yet when they left the restaurant she held his hand, and he wondered why.

Fuel (an acrostic poem)

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Fiddling with her coffee mug, she looked out the window with dead eyes

Ugly vibes hung in the air on words that shouldn’t have been said

Everyone, even him, had to understand life’s fundamental truth

Leave her alone until she tanked up on at least one mug full

Outpost (an acrostic poem)

Outside all was quiet except for that ever-present northern wind

Ugly clouds shouted that something bad was coming

That put Kristoff into an even more foul mood

Pulling duty in such a remote Nordic section of the kingdom was horrible

Observing his youth and career slowly blowing away in this wasteland was worse

So deep he was in his musings that he didn’t hear the twang of the released bowstring

The snow soon covered up the red stain

Ugly (an acrostic poem)

Underwear discarded, he looked into the mirror

Glaring back at him was such a gangly mess of hair and confusion

Looking away he quickly got dressed

Yielding to his low self-esteem yet again

 

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Idea (an acrostic poem)

It seemed so simple in the beginning

Developing something that would be better

Even though no one else seemed to be doing it

And that’s when reality decided to rear its ugly head