Sometimes…

Sometimes tears say all there is to say
Stories of the ones who faded away
The greats, the quiet, the secluded, alone
The fondness for them that we’ve grown
 
Sometimes…
 
Sometimes the end is all that we can see
And sometimes it’s not as bright as it could be
But we push on because it’s all we know
No matter how bleak, to the darkness we go
 
Sometimes…
 
Sometimes all we hear is the sound of defeat
Wherever we go, whoever we may meet
It rings and we ignore it, push it back in our mind
But always it is there, always it’s inside
 
Sometimes…
 
Sometimes we just want to quit
Life’s too hard, the grind, the grit
But someone’s there to hold you up
To hold your hand, someone to trust
 
Sometimes…
 
But sometimes, there’s no one there
At rock bottom, alone in stale air
When you hit rock bottom, you learn fast
That just when you land, rock bottom hits back.
 
Sometimes…
 
Sometimes…I just want to let the darkness win.
 
©2014 Alexander Hicks

Let The Darkness Heal

Looking up from where I’ve fallen
I hear their voices softly calling
Reaching pulling holding fast
Encouraging my strength to last
But for them I am not reaching back
I’ve let my vision fade to black
Let night embrace me, feels so real
Hide the light, let darkness heal.

Happiness Comes to Those Who Wait

I’m broken
Shattered glass in a picture frame
But the pieces are all still there
Sitting
Cracked
In the frame.
And I keep lying to myself saying I’m not depressed
That I’m not anxious or lonely
 
“Happiness comes to those who wait.”
What bullshit. I’ve worked for happiness
I’ve worked to make my life okay
To make myself okay
But it never works
My heart beats to the sound
of a broken drum
It’s sound so lifeless
So quiet, so broken
 
But every single day I manage to hide it
Every single day I manage to lie
And I hate myself for it
But I can’t show weakness anymore
Because the world is a dangerous place
And to show weakness is to admit defeat
 
But what if, just what if,
What if Weakness is all I have left to show?
 
©2014 Alex Hicks

A Duet – Beyond the Truth

This is written by myself and Hastywords I’ve done a lot of writing with her in the past and she remains to be an amazing poet and friend. Go check out her blog!


 
How do I overcome
This pain of a broken heart
How do I fix myself
I don’t know where to start
 
I feel overwhelmed
Disabled inside this emptiness
You left me hollow and numb
Inside a suffocating loneliness
 
Do I embrace the dark surrounding me?
Let it comfort me with its touch.
Or do I build my walls and shut it out?
Like the pain that hurts so much.
 
They say breathing is all it takes
To survive this painful dark
Lungs on fire, fighting my will
Oxygen struggling to leave its mark
 
So long bound by chains of passion
Only to be freed and bound again
By this pain of isolation
By the pains I hold within
 
I will sit alone in this dark
Become accustomed to its silence
Then perhaps someday
I’ll peer beyond its shadows
 
To the place where stars shone bright as suns
Where the sunlight filled my eyes
In my world where everything was right
beyond the truth and lies.
 
©2014 Alex Hicks and Hastywords

The Hardest Part


 
Some days waking up
Is the hardest thing I do
I’ve spend days now wide awake
Thinking of only you
 
Thinking of where I went wrong
Of how I screwed things up
Thinking on how much
It hurt just giving up.
 
And I wish that I could stay asleep
Because in dreams we’re still together
But it’s always interrupted
Because I know you’re gone forever
 
And I wish I could have fixed things
And that you had given me a chance
To repair the trust that I betrayed
To dance that twisted dance.
 
I know that one day I’ll be fine
That I’ll move on and live my life
But for now all I feel is misery
Amidst the pain, the hurt, and strife.
 
This broken hearted memory
Will haunt me for the time
Of what we had and what we lost
But someday I’ll be fine.
 
And that’s the hardest part.
 
©2013 Alex Hicks

Reconstruct


 
I need a chance to sit, rebuild
Reconstruct the emotions spilled
To sit and watch this anger burn
And by fires light to watch them turn
 
I allow myself to disconnect
To give my brain time to dissect
The thoughts, emotions, memories
Changing me here presently.
 
So step back please I need my space
I will let you in sometime and place
But right now I need solidarity
To find what brings me clarity
 
I’m filled with rage and dissonance
And I fear I might not stand a chance
Of Ever stepping again as one
Out of the dark and into the sun.
 
©2013 Alex Hicks

I Need a Superhero

Break in case of emergency
 
I need a superhero
To beat away the dark
To show me what the truth is
And tell me where to start
 
I need a superhero
To guide my falling star
To help me realize that this evil
Isn’t all we are.
 
I need a superhero
To pull me from my past
To ease the torments of my mind
And let me sleep at last.
 
©2013 Alex Hicks

Flesh and Bone

Well, ladies and gents, it’s Halloween. All hallows eve, the night of fright, Snap Apple Night, Day of the Dead, Nightmare Night, whatever you want to call it. In honor of this special occasion, I wrote a little poem for the holidays. Enjoy.

Far to wander
Near to roam
Face the faceless
Skin to bone

Cut the moonlight
Fatal hour
Haunting echoes
Make you cower

Carving faces
Veiled eyes
End the silence
Shrieking cries

The risen dead
Shambles of men
A new nobilty
To welcome the end

A bloody dagger
A headless man
You’d better run
While you can

The moon is full
The night is young
Your flesh is mine
When all is done

Far to wander
Near to roam
Face the faceless
Flesh and bone.

©2013 Alex Hicks

 

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.
Somedays,
It’s closer than others
Somedays,
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