Word: section
Form: Well, I guess it’s some sort of Shape Poetry…
sec tion
reflec tion
detec tion
selec tion
connect tion
affect tion
erec tion
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tomorrow’s word: vacuity
Word: debuted
Form: Villanelle
Debuted
They said it would not hurt, but they were lying.
I wonder if they thought it to be true.
But what I had of trust in me is dying.
I wonder if they heard my silent crying.
I wonder if they ever had a clue
They said it would not hurt, but they were lying.
To all my questions they just kept replying:
You know, my dear, the problem is just you.
And what I had of love in me is dying.
My eyes don’t cry no more, forever drying,
I wish my heart to follow, it is overdue.
They said it would not hurt, but they were lying.
I wish I could just stop to breathe, I’m sighing.
It seems my world and theirs are all askew.
And what I had of hope in me is dying.
Oh, if I had the strength to be defying!
Oh, if I just could say “You were not true!”
They said it would not hurt, but they were lying.
And what I had of ME in me is dying.
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Thanks nikneven for suggesting the Villanelle. This one’s for you.
Tomorrow’s word: section
Word: Flasks
Form: wordwrap poem
So inconspicuous a thing,
so small and nondescript.
You slowly pick it up and bring
it home. A flask. Its neck is chipped,
made from clear glass, and also clear
the liquid that you see within.
You smile. You do not fear
the unknown. Face it with a grin.
You drain the liquor, take a breath
and know what it is that you face.
You smile once more. You smile at Death.
For him it is that you embrace.
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Tomorrow’s word: debuted
Word: metropolitan
Form: Haiku
metropolitan
heat hammers on empty minds
people are lonely
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OK, I pulled the haiku joker on you. Suffering a bit of a writer’s block, or rather some hectic days and no time to properly think, so this will have to do. 
Tomorrow’s word: flasks
Word: sparking
Form: double acrostic
Kiew Dusk
subconscious fears
passing beyond grasp
another vodka
restless flutter
kalashnikov bark
ignites Bar Berzelii
nowhere to run
glass shattering
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That was harder than I thought.
Thanks to nikneven for the idea, and to my fabulous jeenias little meerkitten brother for helping with the letters. I owe you a drink in Bar Berzelii for this.
Tomorrow’s word: metropolitan
Word: retire
Form: Jueju
the sun retires
to the lands beyond
to the vast darkness
will it extinguish?
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Thanks to MZPresto for the inspiration and choosing of the form.
Tomorrow’s word: sparking
Word: economists
Form: Musette
economist
dispensable
society’s cyst
data leech
feeding on money
who will impeach
you, cheapskate
spare us!
use another bait
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Tomorrow’s word: retire
Btw: We’re over the hump!
Word: Giveaway
Form: Cinquain
candies
gay giveaways
munching noshing nibbling
oh melting sweetness of heaven!
goodies
Tomorrow’s word: Economists
Word: Civilize
Form: Tanka
offering riches
they took away your old gods
their gifts abundant
but under the surface: void.
what riches did they offer?
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Tomorrow’s word: giveaway
Word: Asteroids
Form: Terza Rima
Asteroid Wallowing In Self-Pity – a Terza Rima Sonnet Elegy
I am circling, careening through space
Ever wandering, ever alone.
And I know that I am a disgrace!
Don’t you know that I really bemoan
My flintiness so cold, so gruff?
I am but a splinter of stone.
I get nothing but hate and rebuff.
I’m no planet, so sun and no star,
Just an asteroid – never enough.
And I’m longing to be what they are!
Indwelt or just shining with grace!
I pine over them just from afar.
I’m a frigid and dead-hearted block
Just an asteroid. Just a rock.
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Stay tuned for tomorrow’s word: Civilize