Old Poem, Age 22

[This poem has been edited, and modified from it’s original version. Let’s say “to fit your screen”. – Owen]

If I could take this universe

And put it in a jar,

I’d save this sky for you to see

Whenever I am far


Away, across the galaxy,

Where I must roam to live:

This sky is yours; I give it you –

It’s all I have

To give

Old Poem, Written Age Yesterday

No matter how I try …

No matter how I try, I can’t

Escape from being me;

I struggle for perspective

And some objectivity


To see the world the way it is,

I ’round the globe am led —

But all the time, I’m trapped within

The confines of

My head

Old Poem, Written Age 28

Edited heavily, as per usual

It’s crazy, really, but still true:
I would do anything
To be with you

You are already here, I know:
But still, I need to prove
That this is so —

With gifts and time and everything:
With paintings that I paint
And songs I sing

It’s crazy, really, way too much —
That you should be so close that we
Can touch

The years I thought I’d left behind
Have torn my heart, and broken up
My mind

But if I could, I’d give you more –
What’s that?
Too much?
No, please don’t use that


Old Poem, Written Age 17 (Unedited)

Ugh. Well, I wrote it.

I can’t believe I’m here, and that you’re here.

You’re far too beautiful for me, I fear —

You radiance — it melts my very heart;

Which starts to freeze whenever we’re apart.


I’ll never, ever, ever show you this:

The way I felt enslaved with just one kiss.

The way I want to touch you, every day —

I never knew that I could feel this way.


But this all just sounds desperate, I know —

And so, these words are ones I’ll never show.

I’ll wait a while before next time I call —

And hope you never see how bad I fall.

Old Poem, Written Age 18

Written in a high school yearbook

[I wrote this in a friend’s yearbook; with some editing, it is herein changed now into a poem. – Owen]

About these years we spent together…

I’m sorry about throwing rocks
At your window 5am on a Saturday,
Particularly when I found out
You lived next door…

I’m glad we got to go
To Disneyworld together,
If for no other reason than
Just to hear you call
The Hall of Presidents
“A bunch of dummies”…

I’ll miss catching you
Staring off into space in
The library; thinking
Some boy had broken your heart,
But finding out that you
Were “still depressed
About the Lakers – 76ers series”…

We’ve known each other since
Fifth grade, and I believe
You can go anywhere,
Do anything, and
Be anyone you want;
But, wherever you go,
Let me know, so
I’m not out there at 5am,
Throwing rocks at
The wrong house

— Owen

Old Poem, Written Age 17 (Unedited)

Not editing is the hardest thing in the world for me. Except for maybe editing.

If you saw you the same way I see you,
You’d never doubt that you could touch the farthest stars.

For here, by the moonlit waters, I tell you
The ocean waves only move, in hopes of touching you.
But you will never know me, hear me, or touch me.

For poets write of the love they feel,
While dancers, football players, and rock stars
Actually get to experience being loved.

If I saw me the same way you see me,
I’d realize that I don’t really exist.