Sweat (an acrostic poem)

 

So much water was pouring out of her body

Watching it rain upon the ground on this sunny day was fascinating

Every piece of her clothing was supersaturated

And she felt like she was swimming in her own juices

That all doubled her feeling of being a badass after that workout

 

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Element (an acrostic poem)

Earth, air, fire, water

Life was simpler in the past

Everything was created with those four basic substances

Making up everyone’s reality

Except people knew there was something more

Now we have a periodic table filled with of over one hundred building blocks

That is how life goes, Mr. Watson.  Starts off simple then becomes complex.

 

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Tears (an acrostic poem)

The drops of water slowly rolled down her face

Eventually falling to the dirt below

And yet neither her, nor that patch of earth, were quenched

Reality was that both needed more

She emptied herself trying though.

 

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Villain (an acrostic poem)

Venomous words spewed with intense malice

It made the whole encounter even more toxic

Leaving me looking for the exit

Lo, there was no exit to be found

As I was cut off by more vile miscreants

It made me sick to my stomach

Now just because I had poisoned their water supply…

 

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Journey (an acrostic poem)

Jamming on her brakes, Salama looked to her left where she saw whitewater far below

Oddly the sound reminded her of the ocean, but more chaotic, capturing the wildness it passed through

Under normal circumstances, she would want to continue the climb to the top

Reality the water called to her spirit so she began to descend

Navigating downward on tree roots and small rock outcrops she got closer to her goal

Eventually dipping her toes into that white foam and the crisp water underneath.

Yet that water was too cold to do more, so she climbed back up with a satisfied grin

 

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Enough (an acrostic poem)

Evening faded into the background as he turned up the noise

Nothing special, just something to keep the world from invading

Outside he looked like he was just chilling out

Underneath he was boiling with emotions

Going to blow any minute like one of those geysers

He just couldn’t take it anymore.  Soon the water escaped, but one drop at a time.

 

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Reborn (a 200 word start)

Her world was pitch black darkness.  Actually, it was darkness and water, but after not breathing for so long she didn’t really notice the wetness.  She didn’t have a concept of time, but she did know her chains hand rusted and broken a while back.

She felt around the floor of her prison and found a large stone.   She picked a spot she thought was the same as last time and began hammering.  It might take millennia to get through, but she had that and more.  Still, she hoped she had picked the right direction.  She didn’t relish chipping her way through Mount Torlock.

That’s when she heard a muffled noise to her right.  She shifted her attention and started to hammer there.  She had been pointing in the wrong direction.  How long had she been off course?

Suddenly there was an explosion of sound.  Light poured into her prison as the water poured out.  She shoved herself out of the hole, reborn again into this world, and this time she would do the swatting.  Before any swatting could occur, though, she retched up the water in her lungs and stomach next to her.  Not the start she had imagined…

 

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