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

Collide (an acrostic poem)

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Coming violently together was their usual M.O.

Obliterating everyone and everything around them with such a release of energy

Love contains almost limitless potential energy waiting to be continuously released, but…

Lust was a poor substitute with so many limits

It would be expended so quickly in a blink of an eye

Deforming each of their spirits, leaving permanent dents therein

Eventually becoming as cold as the void that remained.