The Haiku Series, Vol. 2

May I Have This Dance?

The sky opens up

And the rain falls upon us

The soundtrack to our love

A Cinderella Story

The clock chimes midnight

I left it all behind

But the dance does not end

Across the Million Miles

Subsisting on caffeine

I’ve been asleep at the wheel

For the longest time

California

Sleepy town, listen

To the angel songs, and watch

The city lights dance

Rainfall

Twirl me around

In the finest of dresses

As the sky symphony sings

Instant Memories

Instant Memories – international style

“Where did my fifth pen go?” I ask

I like to do my math homework in pen

Though my teacher calls it an atrocity

Red, blue, black

On a grid of sky blue—

No, this is not going to work.

Where did my fifth pen go?

Sitting here in Writer’s Craft

Listening to Eric recite from

“Shit My Students Write”

Looking for inspiration

In the pages of

Wikipedia

because it is the biggest

collection of

mostly

accurate

information

This is our last chance

To do utter nonsense

Before we must sit in lecture halls

And read our textbooks

Under the glow of

Fluorescent lights

That hurt my eyes

I will not miss high school

But I’ll miss hearing about

How the environment

Is almost everywhere you look

And other such nonsense

Sitting here in Writer’s Craft

(possible poem goes here)

Now,

Where did my fifth pen go?

experimentation

lyrical collage
as in, most of these words aren't mine

close your eyes, escape this town for a while
it just might be a long shot, you're marching with your eyes shut
will we always say we tried? (because i can't, and for that i'm sorry)
first day of the rest of our lives, I MISS YOU ALREADY

we had our place in time, this is now that we spend
because we belong together like the moon and stars and midnight
and i would walk a thousand miles, [just so you know]
I'M ONLY ME WHEN I'M WITH YOU (1o.)

all those fairytales are full of it
because i'm in the business of misery
and she's as pure as New York snow
look me in the eyes and tell me that you're happy now

we're like fire and rain
but i'll always be the greatest fan of your life
we proved that in 2123 hours, we blended the universe
and we all want to know how it ends

are you holding back, like the way i do?
mm, i can't help myself
[sorry] is never there when you need it
you can't explain a love like ours

with my back to the door
i'll travel those roads paved in loneliness
but years from now, the day will finally come
waken me up to dreaming, reality in your eyes

i miss the sound of your voice

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.