Hopkins Pickering

About the Book

There’s not much you can really say about self-expression or what the purpose is. I for one feel that this collection of poems is my best ability at verbalizing my emotions towards the world, its culture and people. And even more so my confusion of what I’m supposed to think about it. The words I choose are much like the color a painter would use to give the viewer or reader in this case the picture I want to emit in their head. Life is a crazy thing, and not matter if its work, frustration with society, or the trials and tribulations of love and friendship, there is always something to learn and pass on to others. I suppose that is the purpose but then again what the hell do I know, I’m just an idiot scribbling words on broken down trees.

About the Author

I could tell you my name, I could tell you where I’m from but in the end that doesn’t matter. What you need to know about is that I am no different than you besides the way I express myself. I started writing poetry in 10th grade when my Advanced English teacher gave us the assignment to write a 4-stanza poem. At the time all I had to write about was what you would expect from a 15-year-old, girls, parents, school, basically nonsense. I’d say from ages 15 to 24 I didn’t write much but that’s because I had nothing to say. Once I had a few years in the real world, things happened which could not be bottled up and had to be said. That’s the thing about writing, when you have nothing to say it comes off generic but when you do, it’s real and sometimes powerful.