Some people call me young
But to others, I am old.
How you see me depends
On the way my impression is sold.

You're caught in my throat
Partially in my sore lungs
You're why I can't breathe.

Why is the sky blue
When the earth is brown and grey
And black and so dark?

I want someone who can laugh at himself
I want someone who can be shy about being cute
I want someone who has been waiting for me, and honestly keeping himself only mine

I want someone who can stand up for what's right and stand up! stand up for Jesus!
I want someone who can sing and play 
I want someone whose heart is as musically intertwined as mine is

I want someone that's absolutely crazy
I want someone so crazy that I can love him to death and it won't drive him nuts
I want someone who is prepared for life and knows where his path is headed

I want someone with confidence
I want someone who wouldn't ever make me feel uncomfortable 
I want someone with compassion and passion and with the past behind him

I want someone who could ****** his nose just by stepping on a pencil but who can be tough as steel about ripping off bandaids
I want someone who could be that one dad that all the other kids wish was their dad because he's so much fun
I want someone that isn't looking for me at this age
I want someone who can wait if I need him to

I want someone who wears black when he's depressed
               white when he's fine
                                and green when he feels epic

I want someone who can pray hard when he needs something
I want someone who can be serious when he needs to be
I want someone who wants this as much as me.

Sometimes there is a message hidden in between the lines
    Sometimes the poems have a rhythm woven in the rhymes
Sometimes I’m writing faster than I care about the sounds
    Sometimes I make it long and sometimes I go out of bounds
Sometimes a passion fuels me and words are burning hot
    Sometimes I catch the writers’ block and sometimes I do not
Sometimes I write so fast and then think better later on
    Sometimes the words stay with me until they are almost gone
Sometimes the hidden message is invisible to me
    Sometimes I feel a statue built for all the world to see
Sometimes I wonder secretly if I am made for more
    Sometimes it turns out better than I’d ever dreamed before.

The world and its evil disgusted me
The dust of the earth and the grime
Acceptance of dirt and love of filth
The creatures complacent in slime

I searched for a higher existence
When I saw the ignorance around
I found there was nothing within me
They all faded without a sound

Living one moment, dead the next
This life seemed meaningless to me
But as soon as I thought I had no hope
I saw the Man on the tree

Surely the most gruesome sight of all
He hung nailed on a cross
But in his eyes I saw a gleam
That saw this as gain, not loss

Suddenly the whole earth trembled
As the man gave up his last breath
The moon rose red and sky went black
As his soul went into death

What hope could he have, this man
Who hung in agony to die?
Who could he possibly be?
What could his black death buy?

Three days I spent in thought
And in contemplation walked
Too confused to eat or sleep
So perplexed I never talked

But on the morning third
A woman ran past me and cried
I followed her as she ran to a grave
And told me, “He’s alive!”

The stone was rolled back,
The grave was bare
And the wrappings from the man’s body
All were there

I began to see that the man on the cross
Had known he would soon rise
And who but the Son of God
Has hope to live when He dies?

He must know my dilemma, for sure
I must now find this Man
For if He can rise up from the dead
He could change worlds with His hand

I don't know
If I'm tired or depressed
But all I know
Is I don't want to leave my bed.

Screaming at the world
Will never tell them you have
A beautiful voice.

Sometimes I wonder
Why I write haikus so much
Maybe I like them.

Caffeine is a flame
That ignites my strangest thoughts
And makes me look weird.

It's so hot in here
I want to rip off the sheets
But then I will freeze.

When you think about wanting to give up,
Just remember so did your neighbor Fred
Fred's dead.