If crush is a pumpkin pie
Then I'm just taking a tiny bite
Against my will, and it tastes sour.

If love is an ocean's eye
Then I've lived in a desert dry
With mirages I believed.

If truth is the color of the sky
Then I'm green asking why
My yellow is fading away.

You were a roped noose
I was a heart-shaped dagger
We were our demise.

Something I hold onto
To help me let it go
Something that changes
To keep the status quo

Fuzzy lines and pointed questions
They get the worst of me
Maybe to forget what I remember
I need the memory

Color drains and drips from your face
Skies turn to grey and say “I’m sorry”
And as the rain falls it’s a sure thing
The lightning overhead lights up around me

Knees bent and face to the ground
What was I running from?
Don’t need to understand to believe
What else to do when He says “Come”?

Don’t hold your breath
Expectations always fail
What we thought we knew
Was anything but true in the end of the tale

We’re all searching for life
When it’s right here in Him
So many miss the mark
When it’s right there; it’s Him

Answers need questioning
We solved the mysteries before 
Before the world opened wider 
Afraid to step through the door

The things that are easiest to say
Are hardest to do
The things we do so easily
Are hardest to say.

Oh, I gotta stop
Because feelings can get strong
And that would be bad.

Moon was bright that night
Stars shone and wheeled over us
How could we go wrong?

I really wish that
You had sewn in pockets. Why?
'Cause I love pockets!

A little coffee
And a whole lot of popcorn
Makes homework better.

There seems to be a shortage
Of iPod charge cords at my house.

I'm pretty sure we have four,
But one's in the car,
       one's in my room,
        one's in the kitchen,
         one's in my brother's room.
Couldn't there be just one more?

Dark, but suddenly
The moment your eyes open
New clarity sparks.

I found out just now
One fourth of my poems here
Are all haikus. Cool.