Brian Hinckley

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

The Murder Of Hope - Poem by Brian Hinckley

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.


Comments about The Murder Of Hope by Brian Hinckley

  • (10/1/2008 6:13:00 PM)

    Very powerful. I really am beginnig to enjoy good hate poetry. Kudos (Report)Reply

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  • (10/1/2008 5:44:00 PM)

    This is a very strong poem. Never good to destroy hope. I think you are very talented. (Report)Reply

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  • (10/1/2008 5:36:00 PM)

    PS Hope sings, things will get better (Report)Reply

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  • (10/1/2008 5:35:00 PM)

    lol well that's a point the judge will surely consider, springs to my legal eagle mind Brian! so funny and not so funny for the victim...although very inspiring stuff...lol winking at you, Tai (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 1, 2008



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