Brian Hinckley

Brian Hinckley Poems

Step on it good and hard,
make sure it is dead.
Hope under heel,
grinding into powder.
...

Coffee replaces blood,
televisions replace the mind.
Just another day here,
in corporate America.
...

Her face
shining in the dead of night.
Her soul
shining to keep the light.
...

We once lived in a world of music,
a world where the tune infused our bodies.
The dance floor was ours alone,
be it at home or on the town.
...

December snow falls among naked trees,
blanketing fallen leaves like soldiers on a battlefield.

Paths covered with footfalls from the past,
...

Time slows;
then stops.
You have an epic smile,
shining brightly to challenge the sun.
...

Rolling clouds bound across the sky,
lightning dances in that darkening harbinger.
We glance to the sky like so many before us,
just another day in Nebraska.
...

Bursting at the seams,
the words roll from my tongue.
Searing like hot iron,
they burn your soul.
...

It's alright,
try again.
I'm here to help,
use me as you wish.
...

When you love a person, you love them without conditions,
you leave your childishness at the door - you love them.
You learn to give of yourself and you learn you are not alone,
but it's hard to love - when your love is not your own.
...

11.

Walls are built
to keep others out.
Though our walls are built
to keep the pain inside.
...

I watch you kiss him;
holding him like he was me.
...

I write beautiful music,
yet never strum a string.
I am an artist,
who marches to a different beat.
...

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! '
...

I walk empty halls
feeling oppressive loneliness.
My mind dark and empty;
save one thought.
...

With cold eyes you judge me,
casting guilt and hurt in my teeth.
You burn me with words,
freeze me with your touch.
...

I turn my back
for just a moment.
I can see you
and the tears in your eyes.
...

Her laugh spreads
like a contagion
and her voice
could shatter hearts.
...

Tossing down drinks
that flow like waterfalls,
I glean only fragments
from the world around me.
...

You give a feeling that burns the wrong way
burning in heart and mind
I was true with all I said
I'm yours
...

Brian Hinckley Biography

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 League's New York Islanders as well. I have a dream to visit Ireland again and am seriously considering moving there after I finish my Masters. 'Why love if losing hurts so much? We love to know that we are not alone.' -C.S. Lewis)

The Best Poem Of Brian Hinckley

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.

Brian Hinckley Comments

Agnes Török 06 May 2007

You are one of the greatest and most capturing poets I've ever read. There is nothing more to say I now declare you my God :) Or at least my favourite poet on this place

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