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

Mist (an acrostic poem)

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Morning sunrise had its glory diminished by the fog wrapping the ground

It gave the world a sense of magical wonder

So rewarding those awake to witness the scene

That still isn’t enough to make me wake up that early voluntarily

Interested? (a 100 word story opening)

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Someone once said that even the villain is the hero of their own story.  Yeah, that’s a bunch of… 

Sorry.  I’m not usually that crass.  I prefer to be in control.  Total control.  That’s why I am leaving this recording.  I don’t want myopic historians researching me to think I was lucky or a bumbling opportunist.  This will be the witness to my greatness, especially since no one else is capable of fully comprehending what I am about to do without me helping by giving you this simplified commentary.  Sit back and marvel at the mind of an unmitigated genius.

Wall (an acrostic poem)

 

Want to hit it so damn badly

And then punch my way through, removing it from my existence

Leaving only dust to witness where the impediment once stood

Letting me race ahead till I find the next…

 

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Heat (an acrostic poem)

 

Hot air blasted the buildings in its path into kindling

Everything yielded to the unstoppable force

And the boom followed like a youthful puppy

Too bad no one was left alive to witness the event

Writer (an acrostic poem)

Witness for the invisible and intangible

Ripping it from the ether and grounding it in words

Interpreting the strange and the different

Tying it to the ordinary and everyday

Even though it sucks part of the soul out to do so

Revealing the story is worth it

An Unknown Story (told in verse)

Both were held in contempt of court

Two pairs of jeans found on the beach

They witnessed it all

But they refuse to testify