Me As Creep: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

I have become the/
creep, destroyer of not yet/
born relationships.
OR

Have I become the/
creep, destroyer of not yet/
born relationships?

I Am Become Dave, Destroyer Of Trust: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Of all the things we/
can destroy, trust is the worst/
and most destructive.

People Love Rackets: Revolutionary Haiku

People love rackets./
Why? They strangle and destroy!/
Get off it and live.

Power Of Words: Revolutionary IMprov Poetry

Words can
be
powerful.
Damaging.
Magical.
Wonderful.

Those words
are not
“our word,”
but instead,
our words:
Those that we say
and write
right.

Those words
are also heard
in our heads.

Always ready.
Already steadily
knowing.

Though verbose,
I am not
a master of words.

They are my tools,
at times.
But other times
they scream so loudly
in my head
that they unravel,
unnerve,
weaken,
and destroy me.

To become a master
of words,
I must become the master
of my word-thoughts.

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How I Enjoy My Weekends Destroyed: Romantic Blogging Sonnet Lament

How I enjoy
my weekends destroyed.
It’s simple, really.
First, just thrill me,

Then don’t write at all.
Don’t email, text or call.
Just let me contemplate
your silence. Make me wait.

That way, as I’m out in the sun,
trying my hardest to have fun
even though I’m without you,
I’ll be, still, thinking about you.

From sunrise to moonset it’ll make me lose focus
thinking about solo mio that once was us.

Taking Chances With Words: Romantic ConTEXTing Poetry

Under what circumstances/
can I take chances/
of making actions/
which destroy or create attractions?/

In this case of woo,/
I’ll let words do/
as they r meant 2.