Biography of Brian Hinckley
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.'
Brian Hinckley Poems
The Murder Of Hope
Step on it good and hard, make sure it is dead. Hope under heel, grinding into powder.
Dancing In The Corners Of My Mind
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.
Coffee replaces blood, televisions replace the mind. Just another day here, in corporate America.
Bursting at the seams, the words roll from my tongue. Searing like hot iron, they burn your soul.
With Cold Eyes You Judge Me
With cold eyes you judge me, casting guilt and hurt in my teeth. You burn me with words, freeze me with your touch.
Her face shining in the dead of night. Her soul shining to keep the light.
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.
Just Another Day (In Nebraska)
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.
Try, Try Again
It's alright, try again. I'm here to help, use me as you wish.
Two Hearts (Two Minds) [two Loves]
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.
I turn my back for just a moment. I can see you and the tears in your eyes.
Angel Of Love
I walk empty halls feeling oppressive loneliness. My mind dark and empty; save one thought.
Her laugh spreads like a contagion and her voice could shatter hearts.
Why Do You Bother?
Why do you bother?
Am I some project
some charity case?
Do I make you feel
as If you are doing something good?
Why do you bother?
I am not perfect
not in any way.