Guarded By Forcefields: Romantic IMprov Haiku

She, shimmering, stands.
Magnifying her hair’s shine,
the forcefield guards her.

Bloodstains On Your Walls: Romantic IMprov Haiku

Leaving my bloodstains /
on the mortar of your walls/
is not what you want.

She’s not into you./
You know when she trips, yet sends/
no beach toes photos.

Unreasonable:/
It means to go way beyond/
normal, to greatness.

I’m dying again.
Like I did before. This time,/
inaction kills me.

If I look real good,/
and no one is there to care,/
is it a “macht’s nichts”?

Inevitable:/
If we do not ever talk,/
good things won’t happen.

I’m being myself./
Your thinking that I look bad/
doesn’t change your look.

Just because I’m me,/
and you think I look bad, does/
not make you look bad.

We ask for freakin’/
revolutions, but we won’t/
try to change ourselves.