Brian Hinckley

Rookie (07-30-81 / Buffalo, New York)

Brian Hinckley Poems

41. Rain 8/4/2008
42. Muse Unbound 8/5/2008
43. Love, Loathe 7/10/2008
44. Sainted Sinner 7/11/2008
45. Yes Is The Answer (Until We Are Famous) 8/8/2008
46. No Strings Attached 8/10/2008
47. All And Nothing (You Want) 8/14/2008
48. Prisoner Of Love (Or Lack There Of) 8/16/2008
49. When Our Powers Combine... 9/14/2008
50. Casanova (Soul Reclaimation Project) 9/14/2008
51. Sally 9/18/2008
52. We Can Start Over (All We Need To Do Is Hit Restart) 9/20/2008
53. Leave 9/21/2008
54. Eulogy 9/23/2008
55. One Night In The Florida Heat 9/23/2008
56. When You Get A Moment 9/25/2008
57. Chasing Stars (A Bedtime Story) 8/20/2008
58. One Night (Hooked) 8/29/2008
59. Shindig (We Just Love Having Fun) 9/6/2008
60. Hold The Bacon 10/2/2008
61. Uncontrolled Random Thought 10/4/2008
62. Cosmic Visions 10/5/2008
63. Wedding 10/6/2008
64. Two Sides To Every Coin 10/12/2008
65. We Will Not Die! 10/24/2008
66. Love Sickness 10/24/2008
67. Collecting Rain Checks 10/24/2008
68. Lies Don'T Need An Airplane To Catch You 10/30/2008
69. Queen Of Refuse 11/3/2008
70. Pretend And Make Believe 11/10/2008
71. The Seasons Of The Games We Play 11/11/2008
72. I Have Something To Tell You 11/11/2008
73. She's A Tragic State 12/14/2008
74. Love Falters (But Never Fades) 12/14/2008
75. Dark, Mysterious, And Obviously Out Of Your Mind 12/14/2008
76. Circular Logic 12/14/2008
77. Million 1/27/2009
78. Love In Three Verse 1/27/2009
79. When The Past Comes Rising To The Present 1/27/2009
80. On The Line 2/23/2009

Comments about Brian Hinckley

  • Agnes Török (5/6/2007 3:07:00 PM)

    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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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.

Read the full of The Murder Of Hope

Full Circle

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

I turn again
just for a second.
I can see you
and the smile lighting your eyes.

I turn once more
and stay.
I can see you crying
as I keep you in my arms


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