If folks don’t want to/
see me they won’t try to see/
me, so why should I?
Tag Archives: hurt
Where I Shall Not Go: Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet
I shall not, today, go to classes
where old men wittily incite the masses
to laugh, with fake spirituality,
at jokes too oft said inappropriately.
I shall not go later to dessert
with those who smile, but often hurt
with backstabbing comments and bad advice,
(thought they’re only guilty of trying to be nice.)
I shall write poetry instead;
allowing sweet muse to clear my head.
As the train’s gentle rhythm rocks me to and fro,
into the joy of my creative mind I shall go.
For it is there, when I’m most dazed and confused,
that I can find my kindest refuge.
She Asked: "Does Dying Hurt?" Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Of course dying hurts./
The hearts of those who love you/
*are ripping apart.
OR
*are in agony.
Why Was She Crying: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
When she bowed her head/
to cry like others had, I/
thought I had hurt her.
She Hurt Us All: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament
When does it become/
time to unfriend your future/
ex daughter-in-law?
Stop Feeling: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
She wants to not feel/
guilty. I just want to stop/
feeling hurt again.