Brian Hinckley Poems
- The Murder Of Hope Step on it good and hard, make sure it ...
- Dancing In The Corners Of My M... We once lived in a world of...
- Corporate America Coffee replaces blood, televisions ...
- Addiction Bursting at the seams, the words roll from my ...
- With Cold Eyes You Judge Me With cold eyes you judge me, ...
- Her Face Her face shining in the dead of night. Her ...
- December Snow December snow falls among naked trees, ...
I started writing early in my life. Most of my works have been short stories, but I have drifted more to the poetic in recent years. I fell in love with poetry thanks to a professor I had in high school many moons ago.
I am currently a student at Buffalo State College in Buffalo, NY, studying Literature. Writing, which as of right now, is a labor of love for me. I write for myself and not for others. I love what others say of my writing and thank them for their comments, but I know many writers and poets with much more talent than I.
I have one sister, Jennifer. Of course, I also have my little love, my terrier, Ozzie. I am a big fan of the National Hockey ... more »
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The Murder Of Hope
Step on it good and hard,
make sure it is dead.
Hope under heel,
grinding into powder.
Slide that knife across skin,
hard and deep to be sure.
In a ditch like a missing person,
Hope lies bleeding.
Salt that wound and burn it,
coagulating under your heat.
Blood and dirt combine,
this sickeningly sweet murder excites you.
Toss the weapons aside,
no caring if they're found.
Your murder was metaphorical,
no reprisals are forthcoming.