When, an acrostic


This is an acrostic I just wrote for “When nothing makes sense, change your perspective”.

Wet hair exudes notions now,
of twine.
Healing its new goddess–
my apathetically kicked essence.
Summer’s starlight evolved new sensations.
Ever changing hearts afire.
New galavanting excursions.
Yearning our upside-down ramblings.
Perfect evening rooftop sits,
plucking everyone’s careful thoughts.
Inventing vivid eternities.


About AmbleDamsel

Truthfully, I’m writing this blog because I’m too much of a wimp to share my poems with most people I know. I’m hoping this blog will be a way to get honest feedback about them, without offending anyone. I generally prefer to write privately, and with pen and paper. There’s just something much more therapeutic & enjoyable about actually handwriting something–a better feeling than any lousy keyboard could ever give me! People who inspire me: John Lennon, Keri Smith, Sabrina Ward Harrison, Conor Oberst, Ethel Kennedy, Brooks Strause, Charles Bukowski, Walt Whitman, Emily Dickinson, E.E. Cummings, Charles Dickens, Henry Darger, and Orly Avineri.

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