All poems on this page are original works and are copyrighted to K.L.Hinds. I am happy for people to use them so long as I am credited for the piece, and I would appreciate a link or message to say where the work has been used.
Standing on the edge of the cliff,
I begin to wonder if there is something I will miss.
If there is, I can't tell you what,
Because all I have with me is all that I've got.
A broken heart and listless soul,
A history that has more than taken its toll.
The keys to my car and a piece of chewing gum,
One .22 bullet and a .22 gun.
Turning my face to the wind, I let the tears fall,
And as my heart breaks still more I hear a forlorn call.
"This isn't the way, this isn't right;
Your life isn't meant to end this night."
"What the hell do you know," I scream back at the sea,
"You're not where you're supposed to be!
You left me here all alone,
Now all I have is a broken home."
"That was never my intention; I didn't want to go,
Those were different circumstances, as you well know.
My life was stolen; I was taken from you,
But you're standing here, and look what you're about to do."
"I can't take this anymore, Dave, I'm not as strong as you think,
Without you, to this world I have no tangible link.
You were my life, and now you're my death,
I've done the thinking, now I'm taking the test."
"Test? What in God's name are you talking about now?
There is no test if you do what you know how.
Can you understand what lies here in death?
There's nothing that can't wait until after the rest."
"It's a test of faith," I reply in kind,
And try not to think of the person who will, my body, find.
"I'm giving my life to be with the one that I love and need to be with forever,
No matter what the circumstances, chances or weather."
His reply is lost on the wind as I lift the gun,
And around me the air mellows to a hum.
The metal is pressed tight to my head,
In a minute, I will be good and dead.
From the sea rises a powerful wave,
And in the foam I see the face of my Dave.
From the sky comes a beam of moonlight,
And I hear a whisper saying, "This isn't your night."
To the cliff top I crumble,
As the voice begins to mumble
That tonight is not my night
And to take my own life I have no right."
So now, I stand here beneath the moonlight,
With Dave's insistence that I must live for tonight.
But my time to be with him again will come soon,
Beneath the light of a bright full moon.
On Winters’ dark nights when all is black,
I call for you but you never call back,
For you are the brightest star in the sky.
I watched you laugh, I heard you cry;
I stood past and watched you sleep,
Watched you take that final leap
‘Tween life and death,
Your last breath.
Then you were gone, then you were free,
To be what you wanted, what you wanted to be.
But now I’m not sad, and now I don’t mourn
Because I know even when God’s sun dawns,
And all the stars wink out,
I know you’re here with me, around and about.
And I know when night once again falls,
When once again for you I call,
Your star will shine bright,
Brighter than any sunlight.
I may not write perfectly,
But I am nothing but me.
These words, they come from my mind,
And though sometimes they’re not sweet or peaceful or kind,
They come from within me, they say what I can’t.
These words feed my soul, like the roots of a plant,
And my poems are the blossoms of this fertile flower,
Giving back to me art and poetry, and all the power
Over words and sentences, phrases and paragraphs.
People are miserable when nobody laughs,
And everyone follows each other on the same downtrodden path.
One day society will fall victim to hate with a thunderous crash.
But this poem is all about me,
All about me and pain and misery.
Though I don’t show it, there is no hope left inside,
No place left to hide.
One day I will let it all go,
Let my rage and frustration, pain and fury from my veins flow
Fast and free.
So that I may be
Filled with peace and left alone;
Here upon my knowledgeable throne.
I stand here on the edge of the world,
Watching the havoc I created unfurl,
Spreading like locust over hill and vale,
Consuming all in glen and dale.
Arms outstretched, I embrace the dark
And leave upon this earth my eternal mark.
For I am the ruler of destruction and pain.
My demons swoop and dive in terror feign.
I am in a frenzy, drawn by blood and death,
Feeding on the flesh of those drawing their last breath.
Revelling in their screams, I cheer
And slaughter those who feel no fear.
In the face of the first prime evil on this earth,
People die, people change, and babies are birthed.
But fear walks hand in hand with evil in the prime
As thick as tar and mud-based grime.
Know this, my enemies of the light:
I am the dark and I have conquered the night!
Day shall soon fall to its knees at my feet,
And night shall be day, day shall be night.
Warriors of light shall die by whatever end they meet.
In the end, I know my path, my cause is right.
It’s cold and dark with rain coming down hard
While we sit warm inside playing cards.
Thunder booms, lightning flashes
But here we’ll stay till this vicious storm passes.
There’s no one I’d rather be here with now,
And I hope you realise just how
Much I love you, adore you, cherish you,
And I hope you know that these feelings are true.
Eyes bluer than the deepest water of a Kerry lake,
They, my life and heart, would convince me to forsake;
I see them in my dreams, in sleep and in waking,
Searching and seeking, giving and taking.
You possess the artistic face of a poet;
Goddamn you, I know you know it!
A fallen angel with knowledge of wicked rights,
To light up the dullest room in the heat of the night.
How I wish you’d end my torment swiftly
With a fast rebuttal or a kiss given freely.
I have no desire to cage my angel, so wicked and free.
My only desire, my one passion, is that we join, you and me.
So tell me this as lightning splits the darkened sky:
Are you willing, as I am to be your girl, to be my guy?
Your grin flashes wicked, beautiful and bright;
As we take each other’s hands, I know it’s to be the best of nights.
Standing on the hillside, waiting for the battle,
I watch soldiers, foe and ally, mill around like cattle.
The mists of night creep over the ground
Where soon blood will be shed among chaotic sound.
I can see the battlefield in the valley;
Can envision the slaughter of my men;
Too many, on my side and theirs, to tally
The loss of good men, brave men, those who are my friends.
But if we win this bloody vicious war,
The life, love and all we adore
Will remain free to live in the light,
Never again to fear the dark of night.
Dawn draws closer; the light of day kisses this hill.
I ready my men, tell them to aim for the kill.
“Tis them or us,” I shout. “Fight for those you love!”
And I raise my sword, fisted in my leather glove.
Men from both sides clashed, fought and died;
As I galloped through the battle, my horse ne’er shied.
Then, triumphant at the end, we gathered, exhausted and half-dead,
And cheered as we hoisted our eternal foe’s bloody head.
It shone like a beacon on our long journey home,
Carrying the bodies of our soldiers, our brothers, our friends.
Though our victory had not been certain, not been known,
I know now for certain, that this is the blessed end.