Biography of Joshua Hillard
Ever since I was 12, I began to cure the emotional pain I faced throughout life and my family through writing. I am 21 now, and the feeling still coarse through me. It's one of things that'll never fade, whether I can be classified as a good, or bad writer. Writing speaks from the soul, and the soul is eternal!
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,
Faith, No Belief
History presents itself anonymously, The strains and chains prevail, Unblocking itself in a mystical of legends, Subconsciously no one can derail.
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 seems as if my past is here to stay, I suffer every day, But it seems there’s no other way,
People say the world forever, But it never comes true, It’s a lie in the making, The subordinate word to hold onto you,
Life is a chance of pride, It is a roller coaster you'll forever ride, Each day is potent to go up or down, Each year you may begin to turn around.
One love whose soul burns fiery hot, Burdened by the mystical we call life, Yet thy love feels like a warm summer day; Drifting wind whispering through our branches,
Journeys are your life, They show you where to go, They tell you how to lead your life, To teach you what you know,
Times seem so difficult for us, Struggling to find what it is we must do, Even though my situation worsens daily, I survive it, only to hold on to you,
Time To Die
There are times I wonder, Whether I should live or die, Because when I give it my best, I end up swallowing inside,
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,
You only pray for an air leak,
Because it feels as if you’re losing your breath,
But there is nothing there,
Except for the stress in you until your death,