Parallel Perspective

We thought with emotions painted on paper,
Thoughts from a place devoid of structure,
Formed from disjointed views and parallel perspective,
Screaming to be heard but speaking to be ignored.

We knew the form and but not the function,
The words but not the meanings,
The sounds but not the feelings,
But this is not true.

The form was old and the function too,
And with the words, so too was true.
The sounds from our mind
Only insight of our time.

As a child looking up to the world,
We were parallel;
Not yet looking down,
But no longer gazing up.

Just to say a little about this, I just had what could very easily be described as a bad day. When I returned home, in an attempt to get my mind of what I had just been through, I cleaned my room. I am often seen by others as being unorganized, but in my own way I know where everything is. My desk is covered in useful material, all placed conveniently…see by others, my desk is covered in junk.

Anyway, as I was putting everything back where they “belong”, I came across a book. It was a compilation of poetry written by High School students from Spring 2009, and as I saw it I remembered that it was given to me because my work had been published. I took it off the shelf, sad down on the couch, and started flipping through the pages. I found mine eventually, and was shocked when I realized that I am proud of what I wrote. I was still in a bad mood, the whole drive home I had been thinking about how I had always been so naïve and continue to be, so I naturally assumed that I would cringe to read something I wrote in tenth grade.


So many people seem to know what to do,
So many people must live in a zoo,
So many people go along with the crowd
And so many people keep falling behind.
That world is so fake.
Someone smiles
Someone laughs
And someone knows it isn’t real,
That they don’t care,
That they won’t wait one moment to walk away,
And never see you again…’til the next day.

Oliver, Grade 10

I continued to flip through the pages, and I began to see that these were the thoughts of my generation as we grew up. These were thoughts from people who have now lived for more than half of their lives in a world that felt the shock of the attacks on September 11th,  and for nearly 2/3 of their years we have been at war. Some talked of life, love, spirituality; others of loss, sadness, and angst. Mine was nothing special, simply the view of a lonely kid in a big world and a small school.

Collectively, these were the thoughts given form by those of this new generation just starting to see the world as it is.

I sat down and thought about all that I had read, and it flowed, so I decided to share it. Thoughts?


Gun Shy

This is a movie review I’ve been wanting to write for some time, and it’s actually the movie I had in mind when I even thought of adding a review section to my blog.

Here’s the backstory as to how I found it: We had only recently gotten cable and my father and I were sitting on the couch flipping through the now abundant plethora of channels. We flipped to this movie just as it was starting and it caught our attention right away.

We went into it not knowing what to expect, the description given seemed to call it a dark, gritty, suspenseful…romantic comedy and frankly that’s a little hard to imagine.

It starts with a man on an airplane, who is visibly uncomfortable. The man across the isle from him asks him if he’s afraid of flying and the man just replies saying it is his work that is stressful. Well, it turns out the man across the isle is a psychiatrist and he gives the other man his card. We quickly learn that the main character is an undercover CIA agent tasked with getting inside the mafia and taking them down. He meets with the psychiatrist and starts taking group sessions where the rest of the group is just normal people, all talking about stress in their workplace.

It’s a hilarious and sick clash between the drama of an office environment with that of drug dealing. The movie is all about perspective. We end up seeing the story from one of the top people in the US mob’s point of view to the Columbian brothers who are trying to impress their father—both of whom are reporting to their fathers and hate their jobs. We see the story from our main character, the undercover CIA agent, and we see the story from his friends in the group therapy group—both of whom are reporting to higher-ups and hate their jobs.

I found it enlightening to realize that we all deal with stress and that sometimes the people who seem to be so cool with it all are the people who are stressed out the most. But what I found to be most amazing of all is how it does these things, it both takes a funny approach, almost goofy really, and it also has some pretty serious notes.

All in all, I highly recommend this movie to everyone and it’s one of those films that I go back to when I’m down and watch to make myself feel better.