The Dark

The Dark

I act as though I’ve left the dark
Like I’ve passed through it
And I’ll never see it again

But thats not true
I see it every day.
It’s closer than others
I’m right back in it again
It surrounds me.

But the difference is
I’ve learned to accept help
When I need it

I don’t think I could face the dark
Not again.
Not alone.

But I don’t need to
I don’t have to face the dark alone

I may not have a lot of friends
But what few I have
Mean the world to me.

And I would do anything for them
Just as they
Would do anything for me.

©2013 Alex Hicks

My Path


Where there is a path
I will find it
Where there is not
I will cut one

Where a path has been made
But now lies untouched
I will rebuild it
From the underbrush

Where a path has begun
But ends at a wall
I will cut it clear
Thorned bushes and all

And where the path splits
In a thousand directions
I will light the path
To avoid indiscretion

Because my path is one
That leads me not home
But for to guide others
Wherever they roam.

©2013 Alex Hicks

They Are Us

This one was inspired by a submission by one of my followers on my new Tumblr page: Words to Write By

we are ‘they’
we are ‘society’
but we speak of both as though they were separate from ourselves.

or my favorite thing ever said:
…out of nothing and no way, a way will be made…Michael Beckwith
probably waaayyy too many words, but I talk too much, and as you can see here…I write too much. 🙂 Stacia

— stacia-elizabeth

they are us

They spoke truth
They spoke lies
They stole our future
They promised with their eyes

They told us how we should live
They told us where to work
They told us what we should eat
They told us when to hurt

They told us we had free will
They told us to decide
Then told us that what we had chosen
Was nothing but a lie

They told all of these things
What we should aim to be
But the truth in life remains
The only “they” is “we”

©2013 Alex Hicks

The Dreamer

Hi there everyone!

So if you all recall I wrote a series of poems a little while back that depicted a dreamer meeting a girl living in his dreams who he fell in love with. As the poems progressed he fell deeper and deeper into those dreams, and recently I wrote a little bit of a story to go along with those poems. I’ve made the PDF available for download as well should you wish to keep it in paper form. Best part? It’s free!

Without further adieu I present:
The DreamerDear Reader

Part I: The Voice of an Angel

After watching a lot of crime dramas I guess you could say that my dreams always had a hint of mystery to them. In this case when I fell asleep I heard her voice. I didn’t know who she was, but I did know that I wanted to find out. Every night I hoped for more but the first few night were all the same. Then on the fourth night, everything changed…

Part II: Dreamer’s Vice

 At first I was confused, every time she spoke my dream changed. I heard her crying high on a cliff face for a brief few moments before I woke up sweating. This was the closest thing to a nightmare I have had in many years. A few weeks later however, things would get better.

Part III: Return to the Dream

I hadn’t had the dream about the love of my life in a few weeks and I was starting to get discouraged. Not only by the fact that I wasn’t experiencing those dreams, but by the fact that I wasn’t dreaming at all. My dreams were nothing but darkness.

This led to a period of insomnia during the last week, and by the end of it I was hearing her voice whispering to me from behind me on the sidewalk. Of course, she wasn’t really there.

After day 7 of insomnia I was finally able to get some sleep, and by some sleep I mean I slept for 22 hours.

I was back with her again, or her voice anyway; she was telling me that I couldn’t sleep because she wasn’t there. She was out looking for me. I was skeptical at first, but looking back at it, I know this to be true…or at least I thought I did…

Part IV: Illusions of the Moon

After only two days of the same dream. I was back in an old familiar place; or rather a lot of old familiar places. Remember that “nightmare” I had ? Well, I was back there again; but everything was…different.

Everything had…changed.

Part V: Beneath the Cherry Tree

It took almost a month of the same dream before this one took over. In the real world I had quit my job, sold my car, and never left my house. I spent my days searching through online databases and talking to dream analysts in a desperate attempt to find her.
Everyone kept telling me that she wasn’t real; that I was schizophrenic, or that it was a fluke that she appeared to me on so many occasions. I know they were wrong though. They couldn’t have been right. She spoke to me on the city streets; mind you it was a whisper, but she spoke.

My sister kept sending doctors by the house but they couldn’t find anything wrong with me. I know why they couldn’t find anything wrong with me.


Part VI: Face of an Angel

Then I saw her face. She was the definition of beauty. The definition of elegance and  grace and serenity. I didn’t yet know her name, she had not spoken it.

They said I had gone insane. I had barred all of my doors, my windows were boarded and I spent most of my time in bed. I just wanted to be with her again.

When I saw her face for the first time I wasn’t able to get to her. There was an invisible wall holding me back. I was starting to think even my own thoughts were betraying me, but how could they be? They’re my thoughts.



Part VII: The End of a Dream

It had been three months since I saw her. I hadn’t had the dream since. I actually started dreaming about cartoons again. Life had pretty well returned to normal. I was released from the psych ward as they said that I was fine.

But they were wrong.

She was all I thought about every waking moment of every waking day. But that’s okay; I would be with her again soon enough…

Part VIII: Echoes

And so, here we are. This is the dream; you and I are the dreamers. Welcome.

The Dreamer


Thanks for reading everyone! Please let me know what you think of this story and if you think I should do more stuff like this.

Again, the PDF is available for download by clicking this link: The Dreamer

Downloading this file lets me get a feel for how many people would want a physical copy of some of my work, and thus help me determine if I should put together a little bit of an anthology of some of my better works.

Again, thanks for reading!

Alex Hicks



She sits alone in silence
In the darkness of her mind
Like watching waterfalls
Her thoughts leave her behind
Open books lay scattered
Under piles of torn up paper
Each page a fractured memory
The shadow that was her life
That tortured her each day
Ending over and over again

©2013 Alex Hicks

Fuel For Life – A Duet

Everyone goes through hard times in their life, but I don’t know anyone who has had it harder than Jen over at Think.Speak.Tryst. This poem is a duet written with her over a lengthy period of time. I hope you enjoy it, and be sure to head over to her blog and check out her work. She is an amazing poet and an amazing friend.

You see there’s this thing
It’s not a song to sing
Not a single line or verse
That says it could be worse

It’s this little bit of energy
That you pull right out of me
I love the way you bring
Me from the dark to sing

That simple worn out melody
The quiet symphonic harmony
That tells me when you are near
And sings the songs I need to hear

Music notes fall like rain drops
Feeling the moment, my heart stops
Craving just to hear you again
The music that lifts me deep within

A sonata from the very heart
Calming music all in part
Feelings flowing with the beat
As the lyrics and the rhythm meet

Listening to the melodic sounds
My innocence falling to the ground
Here I came to connect with you
Meet me somewhere where the sky is blue

Meet me where the ocean meets the sky
And together with our wings we’ll fly
Into beyond where the waters go
The comfort of the sunsets glow.

As the days fall one after the other
And I am challenged again, dear brother
My fears they quickly turn to rage
Needing peace, I turn the page

In my rage my fear is blinding
Without sight my conscience binding
My willful sorrows summon tears
While life begins to fuel my fears

©Alex Hicks and Jen of Think.Speak.Tryst

Extra Life – Childrens Miracle Network Hospitals Fundraiser

Hi everybody! I realize I haven’t posted anything in a week, but I’m working on something special with very good friend of mine which will be up whenever it’s done.

I really wanted to make a post to tell you about a fundraiser I’m taking part in on November 2nd this year. It’s called Extra Life. Basically how it works is that individuals or teams accept donations for with a combined goal of $500 which all gets donated to our local Children’s Miracle Network Hospital. Then, on November 2nd, we sit down at one persons house and we play video games for 25-Hours straight. It sounds like it’s all fun and games but playing video games for 25-hours is a difficult thing to do.

All donations go directly to the hospital, it never even touches our hands, and it counts towards our totals. I’m not asking you to donate, I’m informing you of a fundraiser I am taking part in. It is up to you if you want to donate.

So, if you feel like donating to help sick kids get better, you can either support me individually, or you can support my team, or you can support a different team. Up to you. We’re just trying to have some fun, and make sick kids healthy while doing it.

To support me, simply click the donate now button at the top of the Extra Life webpage and search my name “Alex Hicks”.

To support my team, click the donate now button and search “Insert Coin to Continue”.

Even if you don’t donate
Even if you think about it
Then I’ve done my part.