It’s funny how we/
write with intensity, but/
then just disappear.
Tag Archives: intensity
Me = Poetry = Intensity: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku
If you enjoy me/
and my poetry, get used/
to intensity.
Future Doesn’t Stop Present Intensity: Romantic Blogging Haiku
Just because we may/
never meet again won’t stop/
my intensity.
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.)