Arid Waters

Drink of the water of the sleepless.
The water which within itself tastes dry.

A thirst that cannot be quenched
but by the bourbon of another’s thoughts;
by the whiskey of another’s dreams

Getting drunk on thoughts and dreams
does naught but catch the mind
in nets like spiders webs.
Made of the lines
that once formed letters,
that once formed words,
that once formed thoughts.

Twisted, tangled, messy and chaotic;
the web of strings of letters and words
touches me like one would touch a lover.

A soft caress – a gentle kiss.

And the senselessness of twisted words
becomes clear within the passionate embrace.

In chaos there is order;
In madness there is sanity.
And drinking of another’s thoughts –
tasting of another’s dreams –

Is getting drunk from an arid well.

©2015 Alex Hicks

Dig Deeper so to Fly

I wrote an etheree! well, a double-etheree. Easily one of my favourite forms of poetry. Read about it here. Because sometimes, you need to work to get a starting point, then work more to make it worth your time.

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Dig
deeper
than you have
dug until now.
Bury yourself in
the weight of words of those
who have been where you are now
because you will someday be free
of the things that keep you trapped down here.
Spring forth into the unknown, a victor.
If you can see the sky, it is in reach,
so dig deeper than you have before
and find yourself some solid ground;
a starting point, a baseline.
And with your force of will,
jump high as you can
and see the world
from the height
of a
cloud.
 
©2014 Alex Hicks

Walk With The Dreamers

I want to walk among the dreamers
Where the grass is always greener
With my head up in the clouds
And my feet still on the ground

I want to talk with all the wisdom
Taught to us by the system
By the planners, teachers, mentors
Like no one ever before.

I want to rest with all the cheerful
With no need of being fearful
Of the steps that I must take
So I can, my future, make.

I will not walk amongst the shadows
To never see the face of battle
For the will that I have in me
Is of a one man army.

And I will not bow down
I will not face the ground
I will not be a stepping stool
to be used by another fool

Because I will walk among the dreamers
Where the grass is always greener
With my head up in the clouds
And my feet still on the ground.

©2013 Alex Hicks

What Makes a Poet

Writing a few lines of verse
Doesn’t make you a songwriter
Just as a few letters on a page
Doesn’t make you a book writer

Rhyming words strung together
Does not a poet make
Nor are you a singer
With a few notes on the page.

But every poem must start
By a single written line
And expanded with experience
And tempered over time

The ability to write
does not make a poet
You can know what a pen is
But not know how to use it

See, what makes a poet
Is not the ability to write
It’s the emotions of the artist
It’s the driving will to fight

It’s the experiences had
That really make them think
Emotions boiled over
In some simple drops of ink

©2013 Alex Hicks

The Broken

 
Like looking into a broken mirror
The reflection is still there
But it’s all in pieces
Fragmented
Broken
I’m broken
 
Like a shattered picure frame
The memories are there
But it looks strange
Tortured
Distorted
 
©2013 Alex Hicks

Why Are We Here?

 
This late at night
The best inspiration comes
The best ideas
The best thoughts
All flow from within
The earths own shadow
When the sun drops
From the horizon
The moon can run its course
Spreading inspiration
Determination
Exaggeration
And idea creation
In the face of the dawn
The results of night are clear
That this world that we live in
This world we created
Is why we are here.
 
©2013 Alex Hicks

June 10th, 2013: I Want it All (Update!)

 
Hi everybody! First, let me say, WOW!. 282 Followers. More than I thought I’d ever have.
 
Of course, 50 was more than I thought I’d ever have.
 
Thank you to everyone who follows me and comments and reblogs and shares my work around the interwebs. It means so much to me that people want to read what I write. I could not thank you all enough 🙂
 
Last week, Time became the most liked poem I’ve posted at 49 likes as of 10/06/2013 at 7:45am ADT. Thanks so much guys and gals!
 
On to the update!
 
Some big changes are ahead for me in the coming months. Not so much on this blog, aside from hoping to be able to write more, but in real life.
 
I’ve been going to a psychologist for the past few months and after our very last session on friday, I came to the sudden realization that if I want to do what I dream of doing in my life, I need to get off my ass and start doing something and not just talk about it; so I’m doing something about it.
 
In a couple days I’m going to get my beginners drivers license and book my road test. I’m looking for a One-Bedroom or Bachelor Apartment not far from work as to give me quite a bit more free time, as well as looking into some dating websites because I think I’m finally ready to be in a relationship again. I’ve also been looking at getting a new car; but that all hinges on me getting my license. I’ve already failed the road test once so I should be able to ace it this time right?
 
Anyway, that’s it for this update, I’ll post a couple poems in a bit, and I’ll give you guys another update next monday!
 
Thanks!
-Alex H.

Life Is Perfect ~ A Duet with Hastywords

Yet another beautiful duet with Hastywords! We both really like this one. It’s a much happier poem, definitely more in the tone of my new theme 🙂

Be sure to read all of her poems, yes, ALL OF THEM. And follow her blog if you haven’t already 🙂

(21/02/2013) Life Goals are Dumb

 
I must preface this title
With a bit of explaining
Because some might take this harshly
With all the time they have remaining.
 
I say life goals are dumb
Not intending to be mean
But just to open your eyes
To the things that must be seen.
 
Lets look to the future
5, 10, 20 years from now
When your life goal is complete
Will you be let down?
 
I have to give you credit
You’ve completed your life goal
But now what will you do
With your being as a whole?
 
Life long goals are dumb
But long term ones are fine
But have much more than one
And complete them if you have time.
 
And I know some may not feel the same
But I know that you can’t mask it
An old idiom comes to mind
Don’t put all your eggs in one basket.
 
©2013 Alex Hicks

Part V: Beneath the Cherry Tree

Part I: Voice of an Angel
Part II: Dreamers Vice
Part III: Return to the Dream
Part IV: Illusions of the Moon
Part V: Beneath the Cherry Tree
Part VI: Face of an Angel
Part VII: The End of a Dream
Part VIII: Echoes

 

 
What is this sight that I see
My eyes betray me. no; a dream.
A silhoette of a woman free
Standing below a cherry tree.
 
I beg my approach while I can
But the moon has planned a different plan
And I wish to run but only stand
And paralyzed I raise my hand
 
I yell to her but no sound
And I fall knees to the ground
And whispering I look around
To see if a solution could be found.
 
With all my earthly might
I try to stand I try to fight
So I can try to make things right
And drink in her beauty to my sight.
 
Then my anger quickly dies
As I looked and felt a nice surprise
The sight I took in with my eyes
Was deep blue ocean in the skies.
 
The birds had all but taken wing
And now I heard it heard her sing
Familiar and that’s the thing
Within my head her voice would ring.
 
Just as fast as it did start
I heard the beating of my heart
My plans to approach morn did thwart
But next time I will play my part.
 
Next time I will be there you see
To drink her celestial beauty
In that meadow with her I’ll be
Standing beneath the cherry tree.
 
©2012 Alex Hicks