yet another challenge

hey! my challenge to you guys is to write an acrostic poem using your name... but not only that it has to follow a topic, like for example - advertising - my poem would go something like
Just
Another
Cup
King
Insearch of
Energy

(not very good but you get my drift)

so after you have finished your poem leave a topic for the next person to follow

the next topic shall be... winning

*jackie*

Sometimes losing is not fun,
Thats the risk you take, when its your turn to run.
Even the losers,have to act fair,
Vent a lot, breath in the air.
Everyone cheers, even when I finish last...
Now that I am in the special olympics...it is easy to pass.

(that was cruel...but fun)

Topic:sloths

Looming, but never
Yelling, for they are
To darn slow,
In case you had
Absoloutely no idea...

Topic: ANYTHING

-Lyd

Lytia?

Everything seems blank as can be
Right now i cant put down whats hidin in me
I wanna get this off my chest
Can you put me up to the test
Alright i'll try my best not 2 cry

I know its not good but it was the best i could do

Everytime I'm up, someone pushes me down
Reality is I can't take this now
I have so much to deal with, so much to do
Kick it out of the way, I have no time for you
Kill my pain, let it rest
As soon as it passes, I'll take the test

I dunno ... lol it wasnt that good .. oh well

Well here is my submission

So enraptured with writing poetry.
Talkative you take the prize.
Ever wishing to please.
Vow your love to one eternally.
Enlightenment you wish to seek.
Never wishing to hurt the meek.

Regards,

Steve

Sean speaks of
everything as if he knew
anything, bullshit children he knows
nothing.

Running through the wild breeze
And listening to the world at ease.
Can you hear it?
Harps are playing, people are singing
Everyone's enjoying the joy they're bringing
Let us all enjoy life as it is, without it, we wouldn't exist.

It's sucky, but my name is kind of difficult. o_O

Not only do you now know my true name, but...you know me too.

This is me

Racing against time,
a speeding clock that ticks my name.
Still, I go nowhere
more than ever does it feel so, and will
until I find
solitude's replacement.

Solitude has become my cloak nowadays,
telling me simple lies
Raising my hate upon the others
or....
myself?

Enraging me to say things I do not mean,
Vanity thus overthrowing me,
enticing me with its simple emptiness,
neglecting the feelings I use to feel,
still I see them cry,
encircling my feeble mind,
never to be felt again?