High School Poetry
Here are all the poems I
wrote (or at
least that I still have) from my high school years. The first was
my junior year, and the rest are from my senior year, mostly written
for fun. Several were written for a girl I had a crush on, but I
think I ever gave any of them to her.
Most of these are pretty
melodramatic or at least excessively emotional in their expression, all
of which reads as really false to me since I wasn't that kind of
teenager; I just thought that's what poetry was supposed to sound like.
They're all sonnets. That was the only poetry form I was aware of
that wasn't either couplets or quatrains. Sonnets felt like they
had rules in every dimension (meter, rhyme scheme), so I always
followed those. I wish I knew about haiku back that, as it might
have been good therapy to condense thoughts into tiny packets.
The titles are kept as I found them in these files. The first is
all-caps; the rest are that pretentiously un-capped style that says
"TO THE STARS"
when man first gazed at the sky,
Trying to get a better view up there,
And a twinkle then appeared in his eye,
For Galilio knew exactly where.
So telescopes were built and used by all,
And the heavens soon became discovered,
As the throngs that followed watched the
And as time went by, more was uncovered.
Only, just seeing wasn't good enough,
Or so Galilio's descendants said.
A ship was built, and though the ride was
It carried its occupants overhead.
Now, we shall go to the moon of Mars,
The first step in a journey to the stars.
Written 4/21/89. Written for my the
poetry unit of my English class in my junior year. Around this
time I was obsessed with astronomy and cosmology. Stephen
Hawking's Brief History of Time had come out shortly before this and he
was in the popular news and on PBS. I had done projects about the
age of the universe for both the science fair and history. The
bit about going to the moon of Mars was a reference to a recent space
probe that was in the news.
the brightest star
I sit on my roof and gaze at the sky,
Brighter than any, you are that one star
That makes me ponder the question of "Why?"
"Why?" I ask, "am I here, and you so far?"
Your image floats behind my lids at night,
Floating in and out through all of my
How I want to be near you in this light,
Everything is aglow, or so it seems.
Though it is night, there is no moon above,
And in the blackness I can see you
Life is uncluttered when you are in love,
I hope and pray that I'm not just dreaming.
I assure, what I feel is not lust,
For when I am with you, the stars are dust.
Written 12/30/90. Yes, I did
literally climb on my roof and stare at the stars. We lived out
in the country at the time, where there was so little light polution
that we had a pretty decent view above, weather-permitting. My
"play room" (a teenage-boy version of a man cave) was at the back of
the house, looking into an atrium. I could easily step out of
window, stand on the ledge, then pull myself up on the edge of the
atrium up to the roof. I remember going up there and listening to
"Hearts of Space" (on a public radio station) one night on a walkman
the new year
The midnight is only minutes away,
And I can only sit alone and wait,
And very soon it will be new years day,
But to the lovelorn it is never late.
Sleep is slow to come upon me these days,
For thoughts of you run round and round my
How can I express my love's million ways,
When, without you, I am almost insane?
As I said before, you fill all my dreams,
But love inspired visions can not feel,
I would be blind not to know what it means,
For you are too beautiful to be real!
That you love me not is my greatest fear,
I hope to see you more in this New Year.
Written 12/31/90. I think it's
pretty sad I was sitting home on New Years Eve, but I don't think
anyone really went out much for New Years in high school. I
wasn't even driving yet as of this point, and my mom could always
concoct worst-case scenarios about drunk drivers as a reason to stay
home most holidays.
I am just floating in this murky haze,
Though I can sometimes feel myself moving.
And yet I am still lost in this great
Visibility seldom improving.
I can do little more than slowly crawl,
And I am still afraId to go too fast,
For I never know where there is a wall,
And too quick a step might just be my last.
I've live been in these awful shadows too
And I've always been in this black of
I know there's something missing,
But I can not find that necessary light.
That distant light is all I hope to find,
A fire that lies within a heart so kind.
Written 1/12/91. An obvious
expression of the timidity of an overly self-conscious teenager who
spends too much time writing poetry and not enough passing it on to the
girl it was written for.
What could melt the snow and dry up the
What could blow the clouds out of these
What could set this cold, empty heart
Maybe it's what lies behind those brown
If those eyes are the gateway to your soul,
Then what I see, which lies beneath your
Is, for this fool, any man's greatest goal,
And it's always your heart I try to win.
Even as dark as those brown eyes may be,
They always burn with a fire so bright.
But those beautiful orbs do more than see,
As they draw me endlessly with their light.
You may see through my eyes one of these
To see how love tears me so many ways.
Written 1/22/91. More melodrama
about the same crush.
Shall I finally make you a confession?
I have been in the most tortuous Hell,
As you have been my complete obsession,
And only you can make me truly well!
Mere moments have passed since last I saw
And all I see ~ is your contented smile.
You may just laugh, but my words must ring
Though this phone makes me too timid to
In my life, you are a heavenly dove,
And if this sonnet will let me but plead,
If you can find within yourself no love,
This broken heart has nothing left to
Only one thing I am completely sure
For lovesickness, you are my only cure.
No idea precisely when this was written,
but probably among the others on this page.