Posts Tagged ‘scary’

Scary: Dreams Come True: Romantic IMprov Haiku + Iambic Poem

December 30, 2014

I finally learned/
why I’ve stayed so distant. Fear./
She’s the Goddess, dreamed.


When teenage boy dreams
and fantasies
turn into adult man
they still can be

Feeling Good With Change: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

February 11, 2014

Does one ever feel/
good when contemplating a/
change in who they are?

Freestylin’ Sentamentality: Romantic ImproVerse Limmerick

January 3, 2014

I freestyled her rhyming poetry./
It dripped with sentimentality.
I let words float away,/
but had no more to say/
once my intensity got scary.

Taking Non-Scary Tea: Romantic ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

August 10, 2013

Let us take a spot/
of tea, just you and me. I /
won’t be too scary.

Having No True Friends: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

February 15, 2013

To realize that/
you have no true friends is a/
sad and scary thing.

Earning Back Trust: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

October 21, 2012

Once you’ve broken trust,/
forget about earning it/
back. It is too hard.

It’s too scary

Once you’ve broken trust,/
don’t think you can just win it
back. It’s too scary.

Complete Honesty May Pay Off: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

April 10, 2012

Sometimes my complete/
honesty is tres’ scary./
Your forgiveness lifts.

Waking From A Scary Dream, My Son: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

July 31, 2011

Always look past where /
you are landing to see what/
dangers lie beyond.

Examining The Dark Corners: Revolutionary IMprov Poetry

July 22, 2011

We shine.
Our bright lights
pierce darkened,
shadowed corners
where scary pests
and sickening pasts
scurry from the light.

Sometimes we see
what others won’t show us.
They are shy.
They are embarrassed.
They are hurt.
They are ashamed.

They try to shut off the light,
try to redirect the beam
to the center,
where everything is already
as it should be,
as the world would want it.

We have been there already.
It is comfortable.
With them,
in that space,
we can chat,

We know our way around,
and it is good to
feel warmth
and happiness.

But when we feel
the dark,
the terror,
the fear,
the loneliness;
when we see
the concern,
the worry,
the pain;
it is then we turn away
from the comfort
of the center,
from the warmth
of the fireplace,
from the light
and fresh breeze
coming through the window.

It is then we take our light
and shine it
into the musty corners,
the terrored,
hidden places,
the places of shame,
the hidden recesses
and cavities
where our friends
in pain
and embarrassment
and fear,
and where they beg us
not to go.

Although we honor
and respect them
still, we shine
our lights there,
and expose
that which they plead with us
not to examine.

We pick it up,
and we turn it this way
and that,
looking at every piece,
exposing every seedy underbelly.

And when we see
what they have been hiding,
we learn about them,
and we understand them better.

And they learn
and see
that we are not repulsed,
nor ashamed,
nor sickened.

We have looked at that piece
of whateveritis,
and carefully,
considered it.

Perhaps we will put it back.
Perhaps we will give it
to our friend to throw away,
or burn,
or discuss,
or hurl,
or crush.

But not to ignore.
Not to pretend it does
not exist.

It is, after all,
And it is still theirs.
They must do with it
what they need to,
even if they can
do nothing
right now.

Still, they know
that we have seen it.
We have felt it.
We have considered it.
We have examined it.
We have exposed it
to our light.

In giving it back to them,
we allow them
to move forward,
with us by their side,
to support,
or comfort
as they need us to.

And they know,
as they see that our light
does not fade,
nor dim,
nor flicker out,
that we love them.


Rhyme of the Ancient D8r: Romantic ConTEXTing Poetry

May 2, 2010

Which is greater/
and mo’ cooler?/
2b a L8r hater,/
a L8r dater,/
a L8r waiter,/
a diva drooler,/
or a smart girl fooler?/
The answer, 2 me,/
is both sad and scary./