The Haiku Series, Vol. 1

Venus Tonight

Dear Earth, do not rotate

Stay awhile and watch

The battle in the night sky

Journal

The blank lines are soothing

Teeming with infinite possibility

Until I destroy them with my pen

Thou Shalt Not Pass

With a careless stroke

The dotted line has been drawn

Right around my heart

11:11

The cosmos align

I send my wish on the wind

And hope it finds you

Take Me Back to December

Swirls of snowflakes

Catching on my eyelashes

Winter’s first gift

Juliet

A secret smile

Traded across a crowded room

Speaks a million volumes

Glass

You speak

With a childish wonder

Not child-like, mind you

Childish

Dreams

Shatter

A world of glass

A bubble of existence

G o n e

In a moment of

Clarity

Never understand what something is

Until you realize what it is not

Your definition

Does not define 

the tr u t h

But rather

It defines

The illusions of youth

Youthful clarity

And youthful illusions

Contradict, contrast

Blend themselves to get her

Until you cannot untangle

O n e

from

the

other

But when the illusions s h   a t t er

(and they always do,)

You will see

So clearly

The cracks

In

The

G l a  s           s

that summer will always belong to you

This has been a long time coming.

This time last year. Who knew that music would take me back there so easily? I heard that song, and it, combined with these late summer nights, has reminded me just why it all happened in the first place. But this time, I'm not bitter over it.

Because yes, I remember those nights. I remember that one night, and suddenly those memories feel like they were yesterday.  

Every time I listen to Tonight by FM Static, I still want to cry; just like the first time I heard it.

Love Me Like That. This Moment. Prove You Wrong. By Your Side. Crush. Good to You. Because you were so good to me, even though I didn't deserve it.

It was only a summer; fleeting moments; snippets of memory that resurface here and there when that song comes on. But I'm only realizing now that it wasn't a mistake; it was a lesson learned. And I'm just beginning to realize now that I don't regret it. Not anymore. I just might cherish it.

We're exactly where we're supposed to be. But don't think that I forgot about you, because I never will, even though at one point I tried to. And I'm sure you did the same.

I just wanted to say thank you for the memories. 

And finally, finally, finally: I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry.

Perfect? What's that?

Take a step back from dreaming, let's evaluate a bit.

I don't believe that you'll ever find perfection on Earth.

I only ever believe that there's One who's perfect, and He can't be found on Earth. I could never ask for perfection from anyone else, because I know that I cannot find it in myself. We're flawed, imperfect humans beings and we can only create flawed, imperfect things--like imperfect love. But beauty is about finding perfection in the imperfect. It's not settling for less, it's simply settling for the best that you're ever going to find. And isn't that enough?

Of course, that's no excuse to not strive for the best--but one has to realize that when they have something as good as it is going to get, they shouldn't drop it for some dream that doesn't exist on Earth. To find perfect, you're going to have to look outside of humanity.

We're not perfect; we never will be, and it's awfully arrogant for anyone to believe that they could ask impossible standards of others that they themselves could never meet.

There's no such thing as the "impossible", because everything is possible through Him. But that doesn't mean that it will happen.

Just when I thought that I could be happy, everything went wrong.
But this time, I'm not falling for it.

"That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, that is when I'm strong."
- 2 Corinthians 12:10

So I'm going to choose to rejoice. I'm sick of misery and sadness. I'm choosing joy. Nobody deserves happiness; it's a gift. The best part is, it's a gift that we can choose to have or not. Joy is a choice. Happiness is a choice. I'm happy because I've got the creator of the Earth watching over me; what more could I ask for?

I'm choosing happiness because my heart sings for God.

"Is there a better bet than love?"

"Afraid to love beyond what I can lose when it comes to you."
- Five For Fighting, "Chances"

Never have truer words been said.

A Pledge of Allegiance

My kitchen will have a waffle iron.

Oh, sure, there are other things I also have my eye on—

A toaster, a stand mixer, maybe even a refrigerator!

But it will most certainly have a waffle iron.

The waffle is wonderful, ever so superior

To the undesirable pancake,

A creation so inferior

So if you like pancakes, you’re a stupidhead, for goodness’ sake!

My pet kiwibird likes waffles,

Because they’re a little less awful

Than the stupid old pancake,

A food I refuse to make.

Besides, waffles have texture

And what is life without texture?

Because pancakes are boring,

Like a university lecture.

Simple-minded people prefer the simple-minded pancake,

Because they’re incapable—they probably use Shake ‘n’ Bake!

People with waffle irons are supremely unique,

For it is a journey of creativity that they seek.

So to the waffle I pledge my everlasting loyalty,

I will not be swayed! I will retain my dignity.

People will cry and argue otherwise—but not I.

I will stand by the dependable waffle until the end of time.