"The coffee shop,

where in the middle of the block,

it had started;

where they met.


Their headquarters,

where they rested

over iced drinks

after a long skate.


Old friends,

young men,

two, not the same blood

or kin


shake hands 

and embrace the others grin,

a tight squeeze

given to each. 



such a tight bond

with so little time,

sealed the deal


of interlocking


adventures and shared 



Escaping near death,

falling off boards onto wrists,

downhill descent

screaming past parked cars,


wherein that itself

is a rare occurance

when once was daily.

Temperature varied,


as did the places they'd

hunker down,


stopping to have a drink.


Seperated by little,

attached at the hip,

it seemed. Until

life happened,


having sent the older 

away for summmer,

the younger away for the rest,

testing himself and his brain.


Drumming away,

marching on by,

the two had lives 

blur on by, 


spiraling in different directions,

story arcs and sidequests,

conquests coloring the night,

but by and by, 


when guest apperances

would transpire,

everything dropped

to meet one another,


the bond was made stronger

with the short time

it had to cure.

Not to say


neither were lost,

but both stepped in confidence.

Always looking ahead,

but once they were together,



to each love was gave.

Brotherly love,

concrete waves."

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Always good to see an old friend you rarely talk to, but as soon as you're together you're as close as ever.

*Live Your Life The Way You Want*


  Trisha Barrek Hopkins


When you awaken

After the sign has risen

The time you have for today don't mistaken

The life you are having may not be the one 

You really live in


It may be a picture from the past

Or a memory you believe in

But dont blink because that image could disappear

Real fast

Because what seems real

It forever won't last 


Be careful on what you dream

Because you'll get caught in the dreamers net

You'll be stuck in there

So do the things your heart is driven to do 


Live your life the way you want 

Trust your feelings from your heart

And do the things you do best

Because if you don't the "what if" will haunt

And all depression will follow the rest

Everything you havewill part


From this fall you won't beable to start

Put your mind,body,and soul to the test

And don't satisfy for anything less

Ignore that bratty pest

Let God bring you to a higher place

Keep your head above the rest

Put your heart in it and anything you can face


Mainly when you're at your deepest mess 

With God he can help you with your fear

To him you can always confess

He can help you with grace

Live don't try to beat lifes' race

God...He can protect what's most dear

Your life

So pray to him or a loved one

Because you they truely can hear


Live your life the way you want always

Reach to the stars

Experience each new day

Let your memories haunt

Because you never know how far

God will let you live the life you want



The Ticks and The Tocks

The land we are diverged by creates the bond that binds us,

literality, our spirits personify our painful excitement,

explained, but only comprehended as by being so close, yet so far.

Every tick of the clock empties another part of my soul,

but with every tock I am closer to you.

With others I put on the falsest of faces for I am not what I am.

I am secretly afflicted by the most infectious of diseases,

and it seems I have spread the epidemic through the linking of my heart to yours.

It is a malicious joy, and a hidden, self-inflicted pain to feel for you.

But, I admit to being a masochist, as my feelings for you will not waver.

There is not a second in the day I don't think of being with you,

though nor a second I am with you.

So we must appreciate every word exchanged,

until we can hear those words spoken unscripted and unedited, unfiltered with our own eager ears.

I love you, and cherish every moment we have,

but the whole in my heart, the pit in my stomach, will not be satisfied until more ticks and tocks go by with you than without you.

Although the acknowledgeable and ironic truth is that with you in my arms, the ticks and tocks will go by without my notice.
Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is for my girlfriend Hannah, who currently lives 2,610 miles away from me.

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Long Live


People may not understand

What's going on between us

Or why we both take a stand

They don't know what's on our hearts


We have our own worlds

Dreams made true by words

Happy endings and all that

Sometimes, our stories get sad


They might accuse us

Of losing our minds

They cannot blame us

We are our own child


Long live! We will be remembered!

Live free! We will live forever!

Long live! We belong together!

Free will! We are so much brighter!


Words may not come easy

But we will find them our way

They will find them classic

'Cause they'll soon get them our way


Long live! They will remember our lines!

They will remember our words!

Long live! We will be part of their lives!

They will see our own worlds!

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Emily's Story(Part 1) Poem#8

Some Time ago
From beyond head to toe
I was on a rush of the most amazing experince of something pure
Though i didn't know her well, it was something i wasn't so sure
About how i really felt...i'll never forget it
Nor will i ever regret it...
What i was reading, i could not believe...
But the she lived her life, was something as how could anybody be relieved?
It was just amazing. I doubt anyone of you can relate
If you can i apologize, so instead i'll just tell it to you straight.
16 years old.
Living life as if it was gold
Or trying
to at least even laugh, 50 times a day
And not even in specific,just going by her way :)
Is what she was best known to do to keep her mind of things
Each day she said, doing those little things,was like a day or a week living in the springs
Anyone can do that if they really tired..
But for a reason why she does these things, might make you upsest, i know because i cried..
Leave all your questions and concerns aside
At least for now
I'll try to keep this as neat and tighty as a bow.
I promise..
As a child, it was very limited, she had all she could have
She giggled and smiled, such tearful scenes you would see, her best friend was a stuffed dinosaur, as colorful as muave
Kinda like Barney, if i wasn't mistaken, such happiness it brought to her, everysecond of every day, such suave
The only things she didn't like so much was taking baths, like anyother kid, wasting time away from having fun
The need to finish in a hurry, she never even thought about skipping bath time, she wasn't in a run
So she always stayed and bathed herself, slashing water, bubbles soap flying everywhere she noticed something she always hated
Washing her hair, she expeically hated brushing it, each time she brushed, streams and bundles of hair would shed to her hand...dying hair, she elated
It didn't bother her, she just smiled and folded her bandana, tied both ends and placed it on her head.
Each and everyday, giggling and reading books, by herself, smiling at pictues of girls with hair, and glisten colors of their lips, her favorite color, red
Her bandana, her cloths, her lips, everything she has, touches is red, even her heart, beating as calm as she always is.
She doesn't understand why she was dignosed with leukemia or where it came from, all she knew was it made her brain fizz...
Most of her childhood, maintaimed by the cancer, she saw it as a obstacle rather then an illness, she never let it bring her down
Tears, sobs, shaking and wiping, it never lasted to her there was no such thing as a frown
Nor a bad day or a situation, i honestly do not know if she was popular, but she has the joy and heart of a something pure
Not a person, nor thing, but a spirit, an angel
Her friends were her only family she had, why?
Because her parents never wanted her, never cared for her, not even noticed her, they pretty much waited for her to die...
She couldn't handle it anymore...
As a teenager, she was poor
Did everything she could by herself, she never asked for help nor begged, she just did it on her own
She later ran away, and never looked back, not a tear shed nor did her heart stopped, she just walked and watched her parents wave goodbye...her heart was thrown
Right out of her chest, when she saw her parents waving...so she ran, for 2 whole freezing weeks...
Clenching her fists, she wondered from every street name through every end of sidewalks through empty lifeless parks, she didn't know what the world looked like, the cold air breezed turning red on her cheeks
Rubbing for warmth, her bare hands began to shake and shiver
It was dark, each night she walked to look for a new place to sleep, she began to quiver...
She felt like she's been prisoned by her parents from seeing the world and beyond..
She still smiled her freezing cheeks, warming herself up, as she yawned
She was droopy.
She then felt loopy...
She fell right on a fresh cut lawn filled with stiff cold blades of grass, she turned laying on her back...
Her eyes were blurry, she was starving, tired, and so very lonely, she couldn't help but look to the night skies and see lights coming from above where she layed, her eyes faded she looked up to the light, then black...
"Little girl?... Hey? you ok? Hey!" "Darla! Darla!!! get the sheets from the bedroom!! Hey psst little girl! wake up..Wake up!"
The nice couple, picked her up and carried her inside there home, they watched her, even prayed for her
She was awake the whole time, she just needed to know if the people from the outside where kind, of coarse...so she cried, silently in the warm dim lighten bed where she layed, and sat up
Then she was surprised by a small pup
The pup licked her face
She giggled and laughed, smiling, playful with the puppy, she looked around the room, it was nice, full of bright colors of rows of lamps and antiques*What is this place?*
"You're safe...little girl, are you ok?"
"Where did you come from?" *I ran away* "i'm sure your parents are worrried sick?" *They told me to run away...they just threw my cloths and blankets out the door...and said we don't want you here...so i ran, and a nearly froze to death, on your lawn, i don't have anywhere else to go, so if you have a kind enough heart, will you let me stay?*
"You can stay for as long as you like, i won't tell them you're here...i'm sure they'll think the police have found you and brought you into costody"
*Oh..* "Shh sh sh, its ok, just warm up under these sheets, would like a warm cup of tea?"
Emily smiled like she nevered before, *yes!* she giggled, the nice lady tugged emily in nicely and walked out the room
Emily looked out the window she saw flowers, she never saw those in her life, she only saw pictures, there were roses, red roses, and they had finally bloom
She looked up straight at the ceiling
*A fan?* she watched the ceiling fan blades triwl, she had a feeling
Her heart beat with warm soft thumps, she was healing..
Part 2 coming soon.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Universally Acclaimed on my Facebook account in what all my friends/fans on my Facebook have called it "My Best Poem Ever"

I wrote 3 parts of these, i spent my entire Senior Year getting to know this amazing girl that lived in Australia, recently moved to Robs town, Texas.
It was the most amazing experience I've ever had, i loved this girl with all my heart<3 This is for you Emily<3

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A Foreign Feeling

Unaware to you this witty talk is product of unspoken thoughts that linger
slow and stew each day, expressing and undressing till the love lay bare and thin.

One soul still lies upon the beach, a victim to the tides.

Your guided thoughts reside with me restricting to a chosen course that closes with I hope to be fulfillment of desire.

From this I learn to never tire, to never leave, to never try and douse the burn inside like I once feared of loving fire.

In spite of all my withheld flaws you shine and bear the light upon the aspects that I fight and expose what I thought true.

You've shattered and rejected any hatred upon you and with this strength and glory glow I wish my yearning I could show.

This fear I feel and swallow may protect what I have built.

Is this happiness I feel? Or long awaited guilt, a new fluster I must muster else the flowers will but wilt.

A cautious step I take without disturbing you too late.

I fear the signals burning thin, the moment's lapsed and lost?
Things move slow when I’m in play but I hope that has no cost?

Without your subtle guidance.

I feel my heart is lost upon a vast and endless sea upon a mast to which I see a glimpse of shelter beckons me.
My mind seems but just occupied with thoughts of my demise.

If arrows to the heart cause pain then death bestowed to me shall be with finished crafted lies.

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