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If Only

Posted: June 2, 2011 by Preston E. Hepler in PrestonH

If only I could Protect you

From the cruel world,

The sorrow

If only I could hold you,

And you feel invincible

I’d never let you go from my life

I’d listen to your every thought

When everything is resentful,

I wouldn’t be

You’d never be uncomfortable,

Think you’re in harms way

I’d keep you in my thoughts, in my prayers

If only I could protect you

Keep you from the cruel world

If only I could make no mistakes

I’d never bother you

Only love you

Always here,

Protecting you from the pain

You are everything to me,

And I am yours,

Forever

Don’t You See?

Posted: June 2, 2011 by Preston E. Hepler in PrestonH

You’re the one that inspires me

You give me a reason to belive

To want to succeed

You give me a reason to love

You are my life,

My world revolves around you

Don’t you see?

I love you,

More than the world itself

Papaw

Posted: June 1, 2011 by Preston E. Hepler in PrestonH

You’ve taught me the aspects of life

The key points

The “must know” of the world

Never take anything for granted

Life always seems to throw a wicked left-handed curve

A change that changes you forever

Death, Failure, and Faith

Use your strength in all the right ways

“Work smarter, not harder” he’s always told me

“Use the strength of your brain

“Brain is stronger than brawn any day

Use the lessons you learn to succeed

To achieve

To believe there is always hope

The Place I Call Home

Posted: March 15, 2011 by Preston E. Hepler in PrestonH

You will come to an old Pepsi sign dangling over the road, where there is an old ran down store.

As if  Holden just opened a freeway, her comes the cars.

“Thump”

Seeing an old brown trailer

Cars sitting around as if they had been there forever

Left turn, Gentry Avenue

Freshly dozed land to the right and straight ahead.

Neater looking houses, without a lot of cars sitting in the yards.

Right turn, Ventura Drive

A new single wide trailer sits on the hill, along with an old ran down house on the left.

To the right there are trucks, trailers, and heavy equipment.

All surrounding a small house.

Then a house that needs torn down attracts the eye.

A steep, curved driveway desires attention to drive.

Breaks squeak

Here’s home, crap cars, antique cars, and everything in between.

Never Forgotten

Posted: March 7, 2011 by Preston E. Hepler in PrestonH

My uncle loved seeing my games

He was only able to come to the home  games due to his health

I didn’t understand what was so special about people

The ones you love

He was there at my last game

Even though I didn’t know it would  be his last

I knew he’d rather be there than anywhere

He always congratulated me

No matter how I really done

He always made the funniest gestures

He always gave me an ice-cold pink lemonade from his little red and white cooler from behind his seat

Then the next game I realized I was stronger than ever

I had the strength to compete with the best

I had the determination

I had the courage

I had been given the opportunity to

Have his strength

Have his bravery

Giving my best will never be as much as he has given

Yet my prayers seem to come through

But there will always be that one prayer that must have been forgotten

That’s the prayer for him to recover from his massive stroke

That’s why my dad lost his brother

My cousin is without a father

And I am without an uncle

But he will never be forgotten

Dreamer

Posted: December 3, 2010 by Preston E. Hepler in PrestonH

I am a dreamer, I sleep at night wondering what I will do  in the future. Thinking of why I did something, or why I didn’t do something. The time and place to wonder and express yourself is in your dreams each night. All my dreams usually have something to do with what happened that day or something I’m thinking will happen tomorrow or the next day. In my opinion dreams are our brains telling us what they think the most about.

I’ve had thoughts that I’ve been thinking, “Wow, I’ve been here before.” I just kind of figured out by now I did see it or been in that place, it was just in my dreams. I’ve dreamed of doing many things and meeting several important people. I’m not thinking it will definitely happen, but I sure hope it does. If I can really do what I have dreamed about, I can really make the world a better place.

I also have dark, dreary dream. Dreams to where I wake up screaming bloody murder, while my parents are staring at me wondering what is happening. In the moment I go to tell them, I notice I have forgotten what happened and I’m already back asleep dreaming about it again. Yet to this day I couldn’t tell you what some of my horror dreams were about, but I’m glad that I forgot the bad and remember the good dreams.

Hiding

Posted: December 1, 2010 by Preston E. Hepler in PrestonH

I run and I hide, hoping no one  will see my hiding spot. To afraid to come out and get the things I need to survive. At this point, I don’t seem to care, because all the current happenings. All of the bad luck, the expectations, and all of the pressure.

“Did you do this?”

“Why not?”

“Are you staying ahead in your school work?”

“Are you going to go help your dad?”

“Why don’t you ever bring books home to study?”

“Is there anything you want to tell me about what happened today?”

All of these questions that I can’t even start to answer, someone is throwing another one out there at me.

I just want to be in peace, without anyone asking me a million questions every time I walk into my own house.

This is why I run and I hide.