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

The Tragedy of Unanswered Letters – A Duet

This one was written by myself and my good friend Shruti over at A Shade of Pen. She is a wonderful poet and we had so much fun writing this one. Be sure to go over to her blog and follow her!

It’s been endless years since I wrote to you
It’s been forever since I waited for your reply
And yet, every day when the sun rises;
My eyes gleam with the hope to hear from you
And yet, every night when the moon glitters
A silent tear slowly escapes as I still wait
 
The tears of the lonely show life in its glory
An eternity alone, a devastating story
At the surface it may appear that we’re gone
But we’ve been silently waiting here all along
On the surface you may see what you will
But deep underneath the tears eat their fill
 
The heart though broken sings a song
Despite the wait, it hungrily longs
To belong to the one for whom it still beats
And yet Destiny plays foul and doesn’t permits
Two long lost lovers to unite again
As each suffers silently in unfulfilled love’s lane
 
To rise above passion and beauty skin deep
And transcend differences and secrets they keep
Reaching forever for one combined goal
Sticking together, two halves of a whole
A fixture of time, steadfast it remains
Love breaks down borders and releases the pain.
 
As love oozes and flows from the heart
The broken shards hope of a new start
Hopes swell up and dash again
The heart hopes but in vain
Although, no letters reach her ever
Yet, her heart silently whispers.. Never say never
 
Whispering quietly in the dark
Her words to never reach their mark
Her tears fall silently and remain unseen
Never to be noticed by loves tragic scene
A complex and twisted tragedy
Of simple unrespected majesty
 
With love, longing, memories and pain
She still stands strong in this lane
A little part of her breaks everyday
And today, still and silent she lays
The unfulfilled longings of love finally made her die
Her body crumbles as there is no one to cry
A tragedy, a death; yet love shines
’cause separated in life, but upon death they unite
 
Life eternal without pain
Brings more suffering in vain
And living life without love to hold
Does force the hand of life to fold
And tears shed over something lost
Are far from a price that’s worth the cost
For life is a game of give and take
And love requires both to make.
 
©2013 Alex Hicks and Shruti (A Shade of Pen)

Part VIII: Echoes

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

I wrote these two poems a while ago, and I completely forgot to post them. They’re a continuation of the series of poems I was writing at the beginning of this year.
 

 
I realize now the hidden truth
The facts about my life
Life
Life
 
The closing doors the final scores
That cut me like a knife
Knife
Knife
 
The dreams I had where she would speak
The ones where I would cry, so weak
Weak
Weak
 
And the times she lightly touched my face
Then disappeared without a trace
Trace
Trace
 
I decided to leave the real world behind
Not because of the people but because that I find
Find
Find
 
It is the only place that we can be one
To prevent my life from coming undone.
Undone
Undone
 
My dreams is the only place for this love of mine
That the only place that she exists and now
 
So do I.
I
I
 
©2013 Alex Hicks

Dark Sleep (Part 1)

This one’s a two part poem ladies and gents. Part 2 will be up later, and it goes to some really dark places.
 

 
Tell her stories in the night
Until the dawns morning light
Of heroes saving the day
Maybe then she’ll stay
 
But it’s realy not likely
That she’ll want to love you nightly
I know it may sound funny
But she only wants your money
 
She dances on the street curb
Just outside the suburb
In the morning she leaves
Another man for her to please
 
She’s not but corner whore
And yet still you want her more
She begs you and calls you sir
Each night that you’re here with her
 
She sells her body for sex
and you think that you know best
By wanting her to love you
with everything that you do
 
But you know that there’s no chance
She only knows one dance
She’s not the cheating kind
because she will not be tied
 
A common downtown street whore
And you you still want more
To share more than just your bed
You wish for you to be wed
 
She’s made that clear a hundred-fold
You can’t ask again, you’ve been told
And now you know that there’s no chance
That she will ever dance that dance
 
©Alex Hicks 2013

Symphony of the Storm

WARNING: This does not in any way relate to my life. This poem is very dark. If you’re looking for something cheery, this will not be the poem for you. This poem touches on the topic of suicide, in the form of a story. Consider yourself warned.
 

 
Lighting strikes a tree
and the fire crackles bright
The temper of the storm
Lit by the fires light
 
Eves filling with water
Released into the groud
The storms subtle symphony
A peaceful restful sound
 
A home dark curtains open
A man listens to the song
His preperations are complete
His own resolve is gone.
 
The lighting cracks
The thunder roars
He ties the rope
and locks the doors
 
The rain wails on his window
The thunder at his door
One step, tense rope.
The man is now no more.
 
The rain sets the rhythm
The thunder brings the beat
The lighting is the ambiance
Symphonic storm complete.
 
©2013 Alex Hicks

Death, It’s a Thing

So yeah
Death is a thing
and yeah
It sucks
But also
It happens
To everyone
At some point.
 
So why worry
It’s beyond
your control
People are born
People age
And people die.
 
And yeah
It’s sad
You’ll mourn
You’ll cry
You’ll weep
Tears of joy
At the life
they had
and no longer
have.
 
My advice?
Cry
Cry tears of sadness
of joy
of pain
of courage
it doesn’t matter
but cry
Because when you cry
Your tears leech from
other emotions
tears of sadness
leech from joy
joy from pain
pain from courage
It brings up
other emotions
Painful emotions
We wish we didn’t have.
 
So yeah
Death is a thing
But when I die,
I’ll have lived
knowing that my life
was important
If not to anyone
but myself.
 
©2013 Alex Hicks

Time – The Immortal Wound

 
There’s no denying it
No hiding its truth
Can’t cover it up
Or return it to youth
 
It passes by unnoticed
It flows around unseen
It berates us when we’re old and grey
And drives us when we’re green
 
It is the undeniable
It shows no sympathy
It casts aside all differences
Gives the same to you and me
 
To ignore it would be foolish
To control it can’t be done
But it sometimes seems to stand still
And completely stop for some
 
But there it is around us
Giving order to our days
We spend forever watching it
Because we know no other way
 
But time is one of those things
That we should just leave alone
What’s past is past, the present is now
And the future can’t be known.
 
©2013 Alex Hicks

(03/03/2013) Sleep

 
I’m tired
Tired of being ignored
Tired of being hated
Tired of being angry
 
I’m tired of the loneliness
I’m tired of the lies
I’m tired of the emptiness
 
I’m just tired.
 
Maybe it’s time to sleep.
 
©2013 Alex Hicks

Another Day is Done

Another day is done
once more I remove my mask
Another battle won
More a difficult task.
 
My thoughts are running wild
With times eternal dance
Like an infant child
I only have one chance
 
But no the day is through
I’m done, I tried my best
All I’ve left to do
Is lay down my head and rest.
 
Goodnight.
 
-©2012 Alex Hicks