There’s Not Just One Right Way: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

When we understand/
that there’s not always just one/
“right way”, we can grow.

Believing In Ourselves To Do: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

Once we finally/
see our true selves, we start to/
suspend disbelief.

If we find truths and/
master emotions from them,/
we perfect ourselves.

There is a point when/
experiencing is more/
vital than life.

She thought that I slept,/
but I was simply watching o’er/
her while she slumbered.

Bird flies, faces out/
of her cage, strains to self-train/
so she’ll stay on track.

In God’s temple there’s/
folks with tats, ‘cuz He just cares/
where their hearts are at.

There should be a poem/
for her birthday, but she’s too/
awesome. Oh, wait. There!

Two friends
now stand at the same door
I had once entered
and exited, before.

One is heading out.
One might go in.
One is fleeing darkness.
One might embrace sin.

She who is leaving,
(as I also learned,)
knows the folly of entering;
knows evil should be spurned.

I will weep for joy as the one comes out,
and cry in anguish ‘til the other turns about.

Why would I want to/
write about an event I’m/
trying to avoid?