Brian Hinckley

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

Brian Hinckley Poems

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

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

Corporate America

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

Driving to work,
one by one.
We march to our deaths,
in small metal coffins.

Eight hours a day,
sometimes more than forty a week.
Lives grinding away tick by tick,
Death watches and waits.

We try to find moments,
yet they hide in the mundane.
Erased from the computer,
there is no room for those anymore.

Day after day,
week after week we burn.
Our candles run on caffeine and electricity,
burning hot and ...

Read the full of Corporate America

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.