Brian Hinckley Poems

Walls are built
to keep others out.
Though our walls are built
to keep the pain inside.
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I watch you kiss him;
holding him like he was me.
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I write beautiful music,
yet never strum a string.
I am an artist,
who marches to a different beat.
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You want me to be a yes-man,
bending to your will.
'I'll never do it, ' I yell,
'I'd rather burn in hell! '
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I walk empty halls
feeling oppressive loneliness.
My mind dark and empty;
save one thought.
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With cold eyes you judge me,
casting guilt and hurt in my teeth.
You burn me with words,
freeze me with your touch.
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I turn my back
for just a moment.
I can see you
and the tears in your eyes.
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Her laugh spreads
like a contagion
and her voice
could shatter hearts.
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Tossing down drinks
that flow like waterfalls,
I glean only fragments
from the world around me.
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You give a feeling that burns the wrong way
burning in heart and mind
I was true with all I said
I'm yours
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