Why I Don’t Write About Her: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

Its true: I don’t write/
my deep feelings for her. They’re/
too mushy and sweet.

Wake Up! Get Up! Do! ImproVerse Haiku

It is time that I/
get up and do all the things /
He’s telling me to.

It’s almost as if /
there’s so much nature input/
that I’m overwhelmed.

It’s as if there’s so/
much natural input that/
I get overwhelmed.

When you doubt yourself,/
you think you’re not loveable./
What if she doesn’t?

When you feel you must/
write and it hangs over your/
head, joy may vanish.

Why do I argue/
with God? I should trust Him. He’s/
always got my back.

I did
as I was told.
I went
to the ER.
I saw
doctors, nurses, NPs.

I filled out
all the forms
as I was told.

I waited
on insurance.
Now I’m watching
my leg rot off.

What should I do when/
there’s no more to do and no/
way to do something?

If you have to say,/
In a self-right way, you’re “woke”,/
Then you’re still dreaming.

If you tell me that /
following my feelings ain’t/
needed, I may stop.

When you tell me that /
following my feelings ain’t/
needed, should I stop?