Acrostic Secrets

S     Since you came, I've noticed things have changed, they've changed a lot

E     Everything I hear, I question the truth in the words

C     Continuing to pray, praying for the unending contradiction

R     Remembering the blessings I am gifted to have

E     Even though I've dropped far too many tears for too long, I have grew and gained resilience

T     Trying to take in the denunciation and turn it into appreciation

S     Serenity is the answer, serenity is the reason I got through it all

- E.P.

Acrostic LIVE LOVE LAUGH

LIVE

Live,

I live for today.

Villages, towns, cities, countries, continents, regions,

Every place you go, someone lives for today.


LOVE


Love,

On Christmas, on your birthday, with your family, there should be love.

Very good.

Everybody should feel love.


LAUGH


Laugh,

Anybody can do it!

Us even.

Good laughs and evil laughs.

Hiding your laugh is hiding yourself in a way.

Acrostic Polychromatic

P     ersuasive illuminessence guides me through the narrow tunnel of shadows,

O     bsessively scratching at my flesh and bone,

L     ingering ever so tightly in the darkness.

Y     ellow color sparks through the tunnel,

C     rimson walls revealed and the shadows departed.

H     umming ever so faintly I am on my campaign to the light,

R     eminiscing of the rainbow,

O     verlaying the serine world and mountains,

M     undane colors now being cast aside with more vibrant,

A     ppendages of light and mystery further endeavoring,

T     riumphant shades of gleaming light.

I     ratating the once known shadows,

C     reating the paradise that has and will  thrive for eternity.

acrostic I am Dave!yognaught and i have the beach balls

Mister listens to the yogpod all day.

I am micheal mcdonald.

Chief of listening to the yogpod.

He is a king of podcast listing.

Always listening.

Every one envys him because of his listening skills.

Loves to listen its his past time.

Men try to be like him.

Chuck norris would rather be him.

Dogs run away after hearing his voices power.

Over all he is the best at everything.

Never stops listening to the yogpod

All the men want to be better but don't know how.

Lovely women love him.

Do you understand me? His name is micheal mcdonald and he listens to the yogpod all day

-W.A.

acrostic don't kill for revenge...

Anybody can be mad
Nobody can kill
Good people control the anger they have
Everyone can be furious
Revenge by killing is the worst idea anyone could have

arcostic

Danger and deaths beds.
All day sickness every day
You will not survive
Quite your day job
Um ilke cake
In your bed for life
Little life you will have lest

Crush

C  can you even see me?

R   relentlessly playing games with my heart

U   understand where I am coming from?

S    so, do you like me too?

H   how can you not feel the same?

Winter Is Coming

Bare birch trees and the brisk cold are here.
I look at the birch trees, feel the brisk cold coming and ask,
"what will it be like this year? Maybe dark, cold, wet, foggy, or even warm."

The Mind of the Creator

A heart
filled with pain and suffering
but thats not true
The Creator is empty
a big heart filled with nothing
Only the ability to create lies
to make stories

The Creator's thoughts are not just creation they are logic
By the Creator's logic
there are not feelings in your heart,
not your heart but your mind
Your brain sending reaction to your heart
making it thump
to your hands making them sweat

Because in the Creator's heart
there is only emptiness
The creator can only see the technicalities and logic
The Creator's empty heart can never be filled
Maybe by lies
lies and stories
The outer self the Creator decides to depict
The Creator's self for others to see

But no one can see what's inside
Because there is nothing to see
There is nothing inside the Creator but lies!

Maybe the Creator's heart can be filled
With all it's outer selves it's made over time
Maybe it can keep all its thought and feelings made for people to experience

But those aren't real
They are lies and stories
Fake, made up images of things the Creator could never be
The Creator only creates
But it can never truly individualize itself as its own person

The Creator is empty
The creator is me

Acrostic Madness

I     Inside every human is a beast that speaks the truth and

N   nothing in between.  On the surface though, the

C   carnage takes hold and forces the beast to be silent, fully

R   ready to accept imperfections. Is there

E   ever a reason to make yourself vulnerable, when others

D  don't see the point?

I   I know that only I can choose for myself to

B  believe that expectations are bound by our own beasts, and if I

L  live in that alone, then my

E  even playing field will become a barren wasteland

What Happened

What?
What happened?
Disappointment pouring around you
Silent failure screaming in our faces

You had such a chance
But you simply threw it away
You gave up
Or was it something else?

Did somebody steal your hopes?
I bet it was at night
Innocently you slept
While your dreams faded away

All of that  hard work
All of that talent
Simply wasted on the broken society
And forever lost to the world

The Game

A bash on the head
just
     one
that's all it took
knocked out
bagged, loaded in the car
tossed in a room
squashed up in a box.

contained
I am contained in a
small knife jabbing
Box...
get out
if you can

                           I can feel the air cutting out my circulation
                           this is a sick physco, method playing game
                           how..how do you expect me

to get out?

   I am running out of time
there's no way out
no solution
death is the only Resolution

I can already feel the air getting
polluted
polluted with toxins and breath gagging fumes

30 seconds...30 seconds
I look at my watch
close my eyes
that last words i hear before I die is


                                "Do You Want To Play A Game?"
-K.C

Dead Leaves

Pale dead nautrel torn dead

The poor leaves have been torn up

and beat down by relentless weather conditions

I'm enraged

why have the leaves Im looking at so pale.

Because the depression of watching life fade away as winter comes today.

Oblivious.

No one knows,
Not even the aggressor,
Just now and then I think of it lesser and lesser,
But the desperation is still there,
Waiting for you to remember.
-E.P.

Trees

Dead and decaying, knocking on deaths door, for now

Amazed blown away.

Why does it do this to its self?

It knows no other way.

-W.A.

Pay Our Dues

Brittle leaves fallen from the once thriving birch

like fallen soldiers on the battle field

The prelude to the desolate wasteland of winter

waiting for the soft flakes to be stained crimson with blood

Don't you see how this will play out?

The violent force of nature will take its toll

and we will pay our dues

Where has it all gone?

Nervousness fills my body and numbs every sense I have,

Time passes like days and seconds simultaneously,

The same evanescent thought looping my sanity,

Shaking in my heart, what is this, profanity of insanity?

Light headed and stars filling the night,

Lifeless tone drifting to an action-less slumber,

Waiting for this question-less answer,

My thoughts seem to wonder further and further,

Frozen in a trance with numbed thoughts and somber emotions,

Am I really just going to let these emotions take over my every thought and movement?

Or will this fright tire and leave my like the night chasing the day,

Beyond my grasping reach until I can’t go any further,

Held down by these chains of gravity,

And right when I least expect it, it’s all gone.

The feeling numbing my every sense,

These over whelming emotions,

Was it better to have been lost and scared,

Those feelings may seem like nothing,

But were they better than what I currently have, nothing,

Or am I fooled, deceived and lied to,

Were they just pain or something to learn by,

A tool of wisdom and misleading corruption,

A monster only to be forgotten and locked away,

Like an abomination,

Or am I deceiving myself,

Iridescently evanescent thoughts that guided me,

Or silver tongued devils misguiding me.

Each days these emotions just becomes even further nullified,

Are they disappearing or eating me alive,

Like a parasitic infestation?

Or are they trying to save me,

Like the next breath after drowning?

And then I turn away and wonder,

Where has it all gone?
~Micah Perino~

Wonderland

Edyn Perino's:

Mist surrounds me, its blocking my vision.
I'm lost, I don't know which way to go.
Would you clear the mist if there is a storm on your path?
If the clearing of the storm creates my wonderland,
then I'm willing to walk through that storm.

Will you just shut the fudge up and listen to us?

A group of fearless poets,
Ready to shout,
Standing near the dead trees,
And sitting on the huge gray rocks.
I need them to listen,
I need them to hear me cry.
I feel alone.
Like I'm the only one standing near the dead trees.
Who would listen to us anyway?
Like anyone would care.
We need help.
We need to shout.
Hear us cry.
Now just shut the fudge up and listen.


-M.L.P.

"Seeing is Believing" Poem

Impressive leaves hide non-biodegradable colors,
         splayed out like junky coffins

Let's party; in the end garbage will still be here
But you had a good time, right?

Bet you
    feel
        There isn't anything you can do, right?

When you make your trailed remains
    are
as important as your
   facebook page
then maybe your rage

will match
      my face

-M.C.