Hopkins Pickering

By Michael Sharma

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.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 13, 2020
• ISBN: 9781796094794

Michael Sharma

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.

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Copyright © 2020 by Michael Sharma.

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ISBN:      Hardcover         978-1-7960-9477-0

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CONTENTS

Preface

Dedication

A Thousand Years

A Walk

Ancient K

As it is

Beneath the Floor

Bhandar

Blissful Abyss

Boy on Fire

Bricks

Broken Leashes

Casper Greys

Caspian Way

Cracks of the Floor

Dusk till Dawn

Empty Streets Full of People

Faith

Forgotten Bookcases

Friend of Mine

Front Door

Heat 0

High Ground

High Tide

I Wrote a Poem

If I Was an Orange

I’ll Try

Im Fine

Jacks Hair

Junctures

Just a Girl

Keyhole

Lonely Tide

Look, A tree

Lost

Master of Reality

Mimi

Moti Told Me

Not Your Friend

Ocean Seas

Outside

Paper Trees

Penmanship

Philosophy

Plaedian

Reasons

Ropus Attemetoid

Rush Hour Blues

Shadows of Standard

Shattered Conscious

Soft and Muddy

Someday

Starlight

The Mountain

The Range

The Universe

Unbound

Yellow Road

Preface

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