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With a one TRACK
mind, vast determination and a CRESCENT
smile, she set out to DRIVE
that she hoped would BYPASS
the pitfalls of the low ROAD,
and carry her to a HIGHWAY
that would lead to AVENUES
of success in her search for Primrose LANE,
of dreams and easy STREET.

She paused to MEWS
on her plans and decided that she’d WALK
forest PATH
around the public GARDENS
at the bottom of the CUL DE SAC,
but the TRAIL
through the GROVE
was muddy and the gate was about to CLOSE,
so she thought it best to hit the ROAD
and be on her WAY
before she ended up in COURT
asking the judge to OVERLOOK
her trespass in the PARK
What I do when I'm boread at work.  Did I miss any?  Tell me and I'll rewrite.
Zinging the zen-zone I was in
A zany request zig-zagged my way.
Princess Zinnia from the Zuider-Zee
Required a zippy line or two
To paint the zeitgeist of our times.

With the strength of a Zamboni-
With the power of a Zeus-
And an uncommon zeal I set out
To zap the doubt that slowed me.

With the flair of a Florenz Ziegfeld
And his zoftig choir of beauties,
I morphed into a zealot
Gamboling in the zephyrs
That wafted in from Zurich and Zaire,
Not to mention Zanzibar.

I felt like a Zacharias
When my zealous work went bust.
The writing turned into a zonk-
The accolades were zilch.
I felt like I’d been zippered up
Like a zebra in a zoo.

I lost my zest for going on
And slopped around in old Zoris,
Listening to zydeco’s beat
And feeling like a zit.

But then the Zodiac-
My zinging-singing sign
Came to my rescue
And I was marching off to Zion.

I was one wowie-zowie-zucchini
As I zipped across the pages
And zoomed from one idea
To an even zippier one.

So here, Sunprincess, is your verse
I’ve used up every letter zee
And gone from very bad to worse
But of this challenge, I am free.
After I posted "The H Words", Sun Princesschallenged me to do one using 'Z' words.  Took me a while to do it, but I only had to resort to the dictionary once.  And here it is.  Please don't give me any more letter choices to work with.  My brain is fried.
Lianna Walters May 2016
I don’t get it
Please help me understand how your promises of “forever”,
Are already over,
I seem to lack the understanding as to how I was your “everything”
But now I don’t seem to be anything to you but a ******* game,
Is this fun for you?
It’s a shame I’m backing out, this game is for two
Have fun playing by yourself.
It’s interesting how you tell me your friends have nothing to say to me
Yet it seems you still have things to say to them about me
And even your closest friends are in my inbox, trying to learn my side of what’s going on here.
Go ahead and mock me
I dare you, call me crazy
Tell your friends I’m obsessed with you or whatever helps you sleep through the night,
But know that I’m getting my rest regardless.
Because I went from
“Oh my God, he doesn’t even care anymore”
“You know what, I don’t even care anymore”
And now every night I sleep great.
What’s funny is you begged me for a chance,
I sent you away yet you still came crawling back
So I don’t understand what the hell you’re playing
Do I amuse you?
Or are you simply trying to seem cool?
Cause it’s weird how you were crystal clear about how you used to feel
But now you can’t seem to remember how to express your emotions
See, I’m starting to wonder if you had any to begin with
Or was this all just a run through?
A twisted, ****** up way of seeing how much I would do for you?
You might as well tell me now, you have nothing to lose
Not anymore
See you already ****** up
You already lost the girl who’d have done anything for you
Because you were too **** stubborn to care about her
I wrote this a long time ago, and just realized I never posted it. I really like this one, though.

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