Feeling guilt
is not a passion,
nor is it in fashion
to feel jealousy
toward or about me.
None of those feelings
come from my revealing
my nearly out-of-control
yearnings of heart and soul.
Instead, you should be
swept away by a tsunami
of tenderness
brought by words’ caress.
When one you hold dear
holds you near,
there should be no resistance
simply because of distance.
Nor uncertainty or doubt
because we’re not immediately about.
But because our souls collide,
we can decide
to relish what’s inside.
Tag Archives: hurting
What Will Exclusively Happen? Romantic Blogging Rhyming Haiku Lament
How painful will it/
be the day that there’s no more/
exclusivity?
My Hidden Walls: Revolutionary Iambic IMprov Poetry
People with a narrow view
say “There are no walls around you.”
Their vision is ascew,
and simply not true.
My fences
are more subtle defenses.
Insecurity
is what hides me.
My foolish intensity
is what protects me.
The outlandish things I say
push people away.
Since my youth
that’s been my excuse.
When friendships yield treason,
I can say my words are the reason.
Then I never have to say
“They didn’t like ME anyway.”
Rejection’s never a personal afront.
It’s just my words they don’t want.
So I shield and protect myself
as people put my words, not me, on the shelf.
(and that’s an insight into me
that most people rarely see.)
Crying, I left Texas: Haiku
I’d forgotten why/
I cried when I left Texas./
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