Here's some of my stuff...tell me what you think?

Wanting

(October 2001)
after telling people I'm not premed anymore, everyone was shocked

Wanting to be
More than now
Less than before
Am I wrong?

Wanting to live
Wanting to breathe
Wanting more
Am I wrong?

Wanting to love
Wanting to share
Wanting to help
Am I wrong?

Wanting to be
Just be me
Am I wrong?
Why is it so wrong?

Us vs. Them

(November 1999)
Couldn't begin to tell what made me write this...

We are the generation that knows what it wants
Yet we're labeled rude, arrogant, and uncaring
We are the generation to whom WWII and Vietnam are pages in a history book
Yet we know to be thankful to those who allowed us to be confident and outspoken
We are the generation that doesn't remember records and 45's [yes, I know, no sense, but it rhymed]
But instead we know MTV by heart
We are the generation that earns the most money of all young generations
Yet we know the important things in life are PRICELESS
We are the generation that considers terrorist acts unfortunate but part of life
But we know to stand up and fight for our rights
We are the generation whose music makes our parents cringe
But what can we say when all we get are bad breaks
We are the generation that prefers email to letters and CD's to cassettes
Yet we're the ones with highest scores on paper tests

We are the generation of the future, the leaders of tomorrow
We will never allow ourselves to be pushed down, to have to take sorrow

Please don't be afraid of our actions, our clothes, our likes
We only wish for self expression, we're not looking for a fight
Please don't be afraid of our age, independence, acceptance
We are young but we know the thin line between right and wrong
Don't be afraid of our music, our choices, our words
We have the 90's as you the 60's, what happens is history's choice
Don't be afraid of our bluntness, sarcasm, dark humor
We have taken more than you, we are older than our years

Accept us for who we are, don't try to change us
We will grow up to be
Doctors, lawyers, programmers, and LEADERS
We will take this world to a new ideal
We will fight, not surrender for what we know is our right
To lead this country, to be free, to live life

Understand?

(November 1999)
Although I no longer agree with the sentiments in this poem,
this is a pretty accurate description of my feelings during most of high school.

They are my family, my blood
Yet sometimes I wonder
If we aren't worlds apart

You have experience
So you think you're right
But that's not always so
Besides - it's MY life

You think schooling
Is most important in life
That was the way for you
But for me it's trite

My friends are more important
And will always be
That you'll have to accept
That's the way things are for me

I'm tired of arguing
I'm tired of defense
Why can't you accept it
And let me be myself

I'll be 18 in less than a year
You won't have any say
In what I do
Or how I deal

Start preparing now
So you know what you'll get
Don't tell me to change
I already know who I am

My World

(August 1999)
I've always been fascinated by most things military. I would guess that
I wrote this after watching some documentary. Although I hope that
the events I describe won't ever occur, the poem seems more relevant in
light of recent events.

Will a day ever come
When I will have to see
My friends in uniform
Me like them, them like me

Will a day ever come
When a knock at the door
Will tell us about reinstated draft
And a country at war

Will a day ever come
When I will have to see
My friends dying
Lying next to me

Will a day ever come
When I will have to fight
To protect this country
From the evils of night

Will a day ever come
Will the time ever be here
Will the hour ever finish
Will the day be nearer

Will a day ever come
When I will have to say
"I'm a US soldier
That's my duty today"

Untitled

(June 1999)
My shy side definitely coming through...

Picking up the phone
Put it down again
I want so much to call you
Yet I can't

I can't define what I feel
Is it shyness?
Am I scared?
Feeling this way is really weird

I talk to you a lot
We're close friends
Yet I never called you
Never bridged that gap

You were feeling lousy
I really should call
Yet I pick up the phone
Put it down once more

I can't believe this is happening
This is so retarded
What keeps me from calling you?
Is it called shyness?

I know you'd call me
If we were reversed
I don't know what's wrong with me
I'm acting like an ass

I swear I'll call you
Just as soon as I can
I promise I'll act better
Like a real friend

A Perfect World

(1995)
An early attempt at writing. I generally don't like my earlier poems but I still
think this is somewhat decent - if simple. Then again, at that age, what else
could I write?

The sun is shining
The sky is clear
The world's rejoicing
With love and no fear

There are no wars
And there will never be
This is a perfect world
For you and me

The stars come out
The moon is bright
The people are sleeping
All throughout the night

You wake up at dawn
And look at the waves
You're happy you're here
You know you're safe