So Much For Positive Me: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

How do I tell the/
World that I’m sorry for my/
negativity?

Hard Boot Reset: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

It’s strange to think that/
you’re nice, kind and positive,/
but then learn: You’re not.

When I’m quiet, I/
could be hurting, or maybe/
blissfully happy.

Old man. Small jumper./
Serve. Pancake. Bump. Knee pad. Dig./
Good sweat. Volleyball.

To discover you/
aren’t viewed how you think you are/
can make you sick quick.

She has decided/
to ignore me. How, then, can/
I send her a hug?

Why not run? Why not/
Run? Why Not run? WHY not RUN?/
WHY NOT RUN?!? Why not?

My Dad,
who left us
after I left,
has grown fat
and confident.
He seems to not give
a shit.

My Mom,
who stayed
after I left,
and who was still there
when I returned,
has grown fat
in her self-loathing.

And I,
somewhere between,
hide in my room,
wishing I could scream
“GO, PACK, GO!”

The pain
pulses
through my peds.

I can’t remember
why I stepped/
onto the ice
and snow,
then
into the gently flowing
melted
river.

Was it to prove
that I could do it?
Was it a memory
of polar bear dips past?
Was it a beach,
and I’s just gotsta?

Or was it just/
to experience the shock
of being able/
to feel
again?

Ice shards pierce my soles,/
but my soul feels even more/
complete thus unshod.