Why I Write

So I’ve been playing with homophones for the past couple days and this is the poem I came up with.

You’ll see it when I walk the aisle
Pens will blaze and you know I’ll
Shed my poetry like fur
While keeping fresh like winter fir
And with the sunrise in the morning
We will all be busy mourning
For all of those who will be missed
As our tears fade to morning mist
Her tears will fall as she raise her veil
As the morning sun greets the vale
And clouds roll in bringing rain
The end of me and of my reign
This is the story that I sell
My mind is like my prison cell
The bars in here aren’t made of metal
But broken in by my own mettle
I’m not famous, not an heir
But writing comes to me like air
A perfect pillow without a seam
My writing is more than it may seem
I tell you all what I have seen
Just like a play at end of scene
I’ve seen so many exit stage right
And that is why I choose to write.
©2013 Alex Hicks

Any Other Way

Of course it’s a girl
That’s always the cause
My actions and judgement
They’re all going wrong
Synapses firing
Against my own will
Some say it’s annoying
And it is but still
The things that I’m feeling
I want them to stay
I wouldn’t have it
Any other way
The risks that I’m taking
The mountains I’ll climb
Some say I’m in danger
But I say I’m fine
They say that I’ve changed
That I’m not the same as I was
They say it’s a bad thing
But it can’t be because
The things that I’m feeling
I want them to stay
I wouldn’t have it
Any other way
This is what I want
What I’ve been searching for
I’ve found something new here
That I’ve not had before
That feeling of emptyness
Is no longer with me
So yes I have changed
And the fact’s simply
The things that I’m feeling
I want them to stay
and I wouldn’t have it
Any other way.
©2013 Alex Hicks

Lead The Charge

I put myself there.
I dug my own grave
I was ready to give up
I was ready to quit
To stop trying.
I had built walls around myself
And everytime I said I would tear them down
I just built them thicker
A different kind of self harm
A different kind of suicide.
But I stopped.
Someone reached out to me
To pull me from my dark place
And into the light I had glimpsed.
I didn’t give up
I didn’t quit
And unbeknownst to me
I had more friends than I thought.
Friends I didn’t even know about
Watching unseen from the sidelines of my life
Concerned with where I was going
But unable to really help.
And now, I can see all of them
I no longer have friends on the sidelines
I can now see them
Fighting with me
Fighting their own demons as well as mine
Just as I am fighting theirs.
I’ve joined the fray
I’ve drawn my blade
I’ll lead the charge
I’ll clear the way.
My shield a bastion
My sword will strike true
Let enemies approach me
I will push through.
My steed carries foreward
The head of the charge
I will face any problems
No matter how large
The blood of my foes
Will paint the ground red
Until all of my demons
Have ended up dead.
I will fight for my morals
I will fight with the best
Until the day comes
That I draw my last breath.
©2013 Alex Hicks

Could This Be The One?

Could this be the one?
The one I’ve been waiting for
For so long in my life
How can I be so sure
Beautiful by nature
As honest as they come
And so I ask myself again
Could this really be the one?
I know we only just met
But I know we’d get along
The music of our lives collide
Like the melody of a song
Maybe it’s too early
Perhaps I’ve jumped the gun
But I still must ask myself
Could this be the one?
©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

(18/02/2013) Jumping Through Hoops

Watch me as a jump through hoops
To grab hold of your attention
I distract you so you won’t leave
At least that is my intention
When I am with my friends
Everything is fine
But when they leave and I’m alone
My sanity is tried.
I don’t want to be alone
No, don’t leave me, not again
I don’t want to feel this emptyness
I just want to have a friend
Someone who I can trust
Who won’t turn and run away
When my thoughts turn to fallacies
At the end of every day.
But apparently this modern age
Have changed us for the worst
Ignoring everyone elses problems
Until that slow ride in a hearse.
©2013 Alex Hicks

(24/01/2013) Burning Bridges

Dewey Bridge Fire 2008
I build castles
In ruined lands
Of rubble and stone
With my own hands
I build towers
In eerie bogs
Dragging wood
Through morning fog.
I build roads
Where none need be
So others can travel
And see what I’ve seen.
I build these things
But this is my crime
Because I burn bridges
All the time.
©2013 Alex Hicks

It Was One

Someone once said
“I miss who you were.”
And I doubted myself
I wasn’t so sure.
I began then to try
To be like back when
Because one did not like
The way I was then.
It is now I know why
One spoke as one did
Because one did not like
The person I hid.
One liked me better
When I acted aloof
One couldn’t handle
The invisible truth.
I won’t live the lie
That says that I’m fine
If one can’t accept that,
One is not worth my time.
©2013 Alex Hicks

(12/01/2013) Embrace Change

change ahead
Change is the spice of life
Which is fine I guess
If the change you’re given
Is always for the best
But changes come at random
Some are for the worst
Some can make you smile
But some bring only hurt.
Fear of the unknown
A fear we all must face
We all will one day die
In this great human race.
So let change happen
both the bad and the good
Fighting it won’t change it
Just because you think it should.
©2013 Alex Hicks

(10/01/2013) Backstab

Time is but a concept
We keep within our minds
And if we all lose track of it
Can we fall behind the times?
Words are just vibrations
Interpreted as sound
Forgive me if I do not speak
I prefer when there’s no sound.
Now that time is fading
From this undeserved attack
All I ask of you is
to take your knife out of my back.
You may need it again some day.
©2013 Alex Hicks