Brian Hinckley Poems

Watching and waiting,
hoping I get my chance.
Winning is the only prescription;
losing is death.
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The fire burns,
flames licking the rafters.
I stand in the inferno,
can of gasoline in my hand.
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One step at a time and
we move together.
An intricate dance,
waltzing around the world.
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A day of mourning,
a night of celebration.
Two sides to a coin,
ever spinning through life.
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Oration,
Exploitation,
Innovation,
Reclamation.
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Love grows like a tumor,
hidden below the surface.
Spreading through the body,
slowly killing you.
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The halls echo my footfalls,
shattering the silence around me.
I feel the cool air rush in from the door opening,
but I look up and you're not there.
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All it took was just one night,
a night when everything came together.
Something sparked that lied dormant,
a question born from a kiss.
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Bring everything not bolted down,
including the kitchen sink.
Bring your friends and family,
let’s start this shindig right.
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Unlike the suave and smooth men surrounding you,
I burst in your vision with the grace of a pig on a frozen pond.
I amused you with my clumsy attempts to stand,
but when I got my balance I surprised you.
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