There’s an almost supernatural peace
That comes after a long rain don’t you think?
Like every person in the world
Has just gotten back from the brink of death.
And when the rain stops
And the sun glimmers off the puddles
We all congratulate each other
For another battle greatly won.
And for a brief moment in time
The universe is silent
Then everyone is back to the day to day grind.
But in that moment of peace
You can almost hear every thought
Saying: “We did it.”
©2013 Alex Hicks

Water of Life

Will fall
Not wanted.
You may feel sad
But know life itself
Depends on the downpour
For the trees to grow taller
For all of the flowers to bloom
Don’t feel sad when skies open up
The water that falls; the water of life.
©2013 Alex Hicks


Come on, count with me.
1, 2, 3, notches on my spear
4, 5, 6, listen but nothing to hear
with 1, 2, 3 drops of blood and water.
7, 8, and 9 are cannon fodder
do you know how it feels
To die 5, 6, 7 times?
4, 3, 2 Reasons to go on
4, 5, 6 seconds, blink and then it’s gone
Do you know how it feels
to lose yourself 9, 10, 11 times?
Just when you think that you’ve found a friend
it’s like 8, 9, 10, and they’re gone again.
©2013 Alex Hicks

Saving Face

Through driving rain and blinding snow
I will keep walking on
Because one day the sun will shine again
And sing my favourite song.

The song of life and love and truth
To brighten up my day
The chorus will ring beautifully
In each and every way.

I will not let fear take me
I will not let it win
With the courage I hold inside
I will fight it from within.

Through diving rain and blinding snow
My life will find its place
My motivations solid
I’m only saving face.

So let the the rain fall freely
And let the snow cover the ground
The music will steel my resolve
And drown out all the sound.

©2013 Alex Hicks




Hurray! I hit 200 followers!
I’ll keep this brief because I know no one wants to read a wall of text.
I started this blog back in august as a way to show my poetry to my friends. In practically no time at all, people who I’d never met started reading my blog.
Over the past several months I picked up writing again, and gained an audience of over 200 followers on wordpress alone!


I’ve even made new friends through wordpress!
I have to thank all of you for following, reading, and providing feedback on my writing. Without all of you I probably wouldn’t be writing still today.
Thank you to everyone, and here’s to many more!


Saying I don’t want the help
Isn’t saying I don’t need it
But in the past when others did
I’d felt I’d been defeated.

Because I enjoy my independence
I enjoy my spending my free time
Doing things just by myself
When I don’t feel like trying.

But it’s all about the company
The ones who stick with you
No matter how hard hard times may get
It not the many, but the few.

They are your true companions
Friends until the end
And once you hit rock bottom
They’ll still be glad to call you friend.

So yes I may be stubborn
And I may come across unkind
But rest assured I’ll be there too
If you should fall behind.

©2013 Alex Hicks

Mastering My Monsters

I see her sitting, singing,
A serenade of solitude
Solumn in her sorrow.
While the whimsical willows
Dance wildly in wind
Wary, I watch, waiting.
Trying to tame terror
Time trying to turn me
Trying but trapped in turmoil.
Voice of vicious beauty
Voracious vapid villain
Virile in my vanity.
Casting out my chorus
Crying in the cold
Cannot crack this carapace.
Mending is a must
Master of my monsters
Malicious mirriad in my mind.
©2013 Alex Hicks


Yet another poem I wrote last year when I was trying to work through my depression.
I need all of you right now
I need to be reminded
Of who I once was
Who I want to be
I need to be reminded
That friends come and go
But family is forever
I don’t remember much
Been lost in hate
For far too long
I’ve let anger control me
When I wanted it to push
I’m stepping back though
I’m taking the wheel
The wheel that hate’s been holding.
I wanted hate to be my engine
But I let it steer the car
And the engine should drive the car
It should just make it move.
My memories are tainted and torn
And I only saw the dark
It’s time to see the light again
I won’t ask for much
So this may seem out of place
But this is my only request
I ask nothing more of you
Nothing else
This is my call to arms
My living and dying wish.
Please. Help me remember.
Help me remember who I was.
Tell me stories of things I’ve done.
The young troublemaker I once was
Is hiding in me still
But I don’t know where
and I need to find him.
©2012-2013 Alex Hicks

Never to See The Light of Day

So I wrote this poem on October 29th, 2012 and I swore to myself I would never post it. This was when I started to notice things going awry between myself and my former roommate. I realize now, I have no reason to hide it. So here you go:
Every comment is offensive
Every argument a fight
And every time I queston it
I am never right.
Socially an outsider
My writing is all I know
And when someone gets offended
Grief is what I’ll show.
Every time I speak
My comment I’ll retract
Because everything I say
comes out as an attack.
I’m sorry if I appear cold
But this is where it ends
I have no need for fakers
Who pretend to be my friends.
©2012-2013 Alex Hicks