Don’t Save Your Breath: Revolutionary IMprov Prose

Through the years, I’ve had many friends, you included, who have told me positive things about me. They said kind, wonderful things, even when I argued with them, even when I didn’t believe them, even when it was obvious that I was exhausting them with my negativity and self-pity. They kept telling me wonderful thoughts:
I was good, I was smart, I was kind, I was important, I was intelligent, I was attractive, I was cute, I was an eccentric genius, someday I’d find my tribe and they’d get me.
and many other positive affirmations.
At the time these things were told me, I didn’t believe them. Sometimes I had to hear them many times, but finally I reached a place in my life where I realized that those things could be, might be, possibly may be, true. I accepted them, held on to them, carried them deep in my heart and my soul. They gave me hope. They prompted me and prodded me to keep trying, keep believing, keep hoping.
When I finally decided to take the leap out of self-pity and self-loathing, realizing that I could be someone worthwhile, the memory of all those positive comments came flooding back to me and substantiated me and reinforced me.

You face people who don’t believe you when you tell them how wonderful they are. It seems that you could repeat yourself until you are blue in the face, and they would never believe you. It seems like a waste of time.
So should you save your breath?
That fabulous, articulate, insightful, intelligent, kind breath?
No. Please no!

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To Be So Caring It Randomly Hurts: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

It’s hard for me to/
fathom why my heart hurts for/
one I don’t know well.*

OR
*someone I just met.

AND
Why/
do I/
empathize?/
Is that a surprise?/
Or just me/
and charity?

Clean And Kind Break: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

It was the cleanest /
break-up text ever, and he /
responded in kind.

Are Compliments Kind If True? Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

Is a compliment/
kind if it is true? Do we/
speak nice when honest?

Hard Boot Reset: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

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

Kindness Personified: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

When she heard about/
Kindness, she nodded because/
She always is that.

Words Can Lift Or Hurt: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

In my life it is/
Always better to be kind/
Than to be clever.

Why Do I? Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku

Why do I, ev’ry/
day, care if she laughs, cries or/
sighs? I’m a kind guy.

What If There Was An Important Event And Nobody Showed Up? Revolutionary IMprov Haiku Lament

She tried to be kind/
and interested, but she/
poured salt in my wound.

How Does She Know She’s The Muse? Romantic IMprov Haiku

Trust is a fragile/
belief that someone you’ve met/
is as good as you.