Biography of Joshua Hillard
I began my journey in writing when I turned 12 years old. It started with a divorce, and an alternative life that I could not fathom. Writing was the cure. It unlocked emotions that I could not speak for myself. The English language can become such a powerful tool; combined with your heart and mind, it can become a devastating weapon. But at times, it can also be the drug needed to eliminate the real world, and put you in your own world of happiness. I am now currently 23, and writing has saved me more than I could imagine. My dream is to become something through writing, because it is my passion. And all I could ever want is share the same gift to those who struggle the same. As I get older, I get wiser. And with each wise day, my mind begins writing it's own story. I am more than happy to be its author.
Joshua Hillard Poems
Forever My Heart
When I sit here only to think, I can feel only one thing come to my mind, It’s the words that I speak when I say I love you, It’s my heart knowing that you are one of a kind,
I’m only a suicide in this world waiting to happen, I’m only a dream that’s falling; waiting to be captured, A dream catcher if you may that has become missing, As I pray with one hand talking to God because I’m wishing,
Nothing stops these visions from mobilizing, Trust is our loyalty, but hate is our demons rising, Which one are you? I feel it coursing within me, I’m this or that, mad at the fact, I’m not what you want me to be,
Faith, No Belief
History presents itself anonymously, The strains and chains prevail, Unblocking itself in a mystical of legends, Subconsciously no one can derail.
Where I've Been
I'm burning up inside, Feelings along with my pride, Step inside, let's begin this ride, Check the tears that I have cried,
For a second I believed, The thought of you needing me, But it was a cry; in the darkened sky, Those words were nothing to see,
When it feels like you’re stuck in the middle, You, your life, your world seems to be trapped, It’s stored away in a casket to tight, With every corner tied down and strapped,
We must make a choice by daily, Whether it may be good or bad, To make and take the lies we break, To the life we want to the life we have,
Where am I going in this life that I lead? Why it is that all my wants are a need? How is it so hard for me to believe? When will it be time for me to achieve?
I Always Wonder
Why is it when I am down? That you are no where around, Never there to help me off the ground, Just letting my heart slowly pound,
So near, Yet so far away, My calling on God, But I forgot how to pray,
My Stars Twinkle
The passion set beneath thy eyes, Resembling what lies most within thy own heart, Color, passion, vigorously vivacious, Controlling what we call sky,
What is the difference? Between my sun, and you, Is it the distance you are apart, Or is it the things that you do?
My True Love
They say you can be the wind beneath their wings, But what I have found is so much extraordinaire, Beautiful like our galaxy; their planets and their rings, Yet something so passionate, no one could compare,
It’s funny how things can go,
And how life can turn to a joke,
How we all put on a show,
And how we stand just to choke,
Always had an audience,
The seats were always full,
Life was full of light,
Never dead, dim, or dull,