Suicide Tendencies: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

My best friend told me:/
“If I was you, I’d kill me.”/
He doesn’t see joy.

Joy Comes Upon Opening: Romantic IMprov Haiku

I ask her to tell/
deep thoughts. She hides hers from me./
Joy if she opens.

She stared into/
her void. Her guide had never/
seen such emptiness.

She stared into/
the void. Guides never saw such/
possibilities.

Justification:/
It’s never as good as you/
honoring your word.

Your mind machin’ry/
runs no matter how you think./
Take time to break gears.

Barriers ahead?/
Figure possibilities,/
then do those, instead!

OR
Barriers ahead?/
Imagine the possibile,/
then do that, instead.

Don’t expose yourself./
Open your butterfly heart:/
They’ll rip off your wings.

Strange how memory/
is stronger around heartache./
Remember joy, too.

Maybe I avoid/
you the way that a moth should /
stay away from flames.

Conjecturing what something’s about
won’t tell you what it’s about
until it comes about.

And once you find out
what it’s about
give me a shout
and we can talk it out
(’cause you’ll know what it’s about
without
a doubt).