Timothy Hicks Poet Lyric

Paper World

Everything that's real passes me by
Cause I live on a sheet of paper
I could leave it anytime I want
Convincing myself there's always later

Writing about lives I've never lived
Scares me how I act beyond my age
As I'm fading into the background
Becoming a character on a page

In a fibrous bed
Is where I lay my head
The ink stains my clothes
Watch as I, decompose

I'm too young to think this way
I should live and feel everyday
Always goes back to the pen with me
Real life doesn't phase me and honestly
At times I prefer my paper world
Falling in love with artificial girls
Words can't break your heart, their with you from the start
Ink flows in my veins, to me it's just a game
I'm too young to think this way
Am I far too gone to be saved?

Just one marvelous frame in this world
My beauty is like the autumn leaves
Pretty to see, don't you know I'm dead?
Enshrouded by a blanket of make belief

Instead of trains I played with pencils
Literature in my box of toys
At 6 I held my books in wonder
Desire to intrigue, though I'm just a boy

I tire of real things
Pen holds my puppet strings
I have had enough
Poetry is my love

I'm too young to think this way
I should live and feel everyday
Always goes back to the pen with me
It's where I go to breathe and honestly
At times I prefer my paper world
Falling in love with artificial girls
Words can't break your heart, their with you from the start
Ink flows in my veins, to me it's just a game
I'm too young to think this way
Am I far too gone to be saved?

With enormous zeal
I burn oil by the desk
Drifting, fading, I
Become a child less and less

It's how I escape
This cold and earthly shell
Is it really me
You're talking to, can you tell?

Would you remember me like a good book?
At times I wish you would
See me as a work of art, a wondrous look
I really don't think you could

Instead of a box beneath the ground
I'm a mere mortal striving to astound
Put me on a shelf and put me in your head
Bits and pieces of me to look at when I'm dead

Would you remember me like a good book?
At times I wish you would...



Entered  into the contest
"How Poetry Has become You"
Hosted by Michael J. Falotico

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Laura Breidenthal March 22, 2016 at 6:15 PM Wow, wow, wow!!!!! I'm so glad I am going through your older writes, Timothy. This is so beautiful! Never lose that distinctive, unique pen of yours!! I found myself relating to this piece a lot. "I tire of real things" I know that feeling all too well. Your imagination, your ability to write is so special..Bringing this line back was very effective: "Would you remember me like a good book?" I will! Most certainly, you have my word! Love this one, you did amazing. Faved. Always, Laura Timothy Hicks March 24, 2016 at 2:32 AM So excited that you like this, Laura! It was one of my favorite poems (or lyrics) for a long time, as it really expressed some complicated thoughts I was mulling over in my head ... feeling oddly inclusive, for my age ... being misunderstood by people that didn't "get" the poetry world and why people join it, and so on, and so forth.,

Timothy Hicks April 10, 2013 at 3:17 AM Wow... thanks all for the comments. So happy I was picked for some of the best poems in the contest amongst all you awesome poets. Means a lot :D

Dinda Minardi March 30, 2013 at 10:01 PM yihaa!!! congratulations, Tim :)

Donna Jones March 30, 2013 at 7:34 PM Congrats Timothy...Donna

Poet Destroyer A March 29, 2013 at 8:51 PM Tim, Congratulations in Michale's "How Poetry has become You" contest. This was fascinating. Take care and enjoy the up coming Easter Holiday. ~Always*LINDA

Debbie Guzzi March 29, 2013 at 4:26 PM Oh this was GOOD, much higher for me..you know ..you are not alone! I was read Longfellow from BIRTH to around 5, at 5 I could read a dictionary LOL, I hid in libraries from 8-21, and started writing verse at 16. YES..you are an old soul ;) Congrads on your verse winning! Light & Love

Dinda Minardi March 14, 2013 at 2:47 AM Hai, Timothy. It is a really profound write, how you become poet and poetry itself. A very good write. I suppose this is from your true journey? :) Timothy Hicks March 14, 2013 at 12:04 PM Yeah this one is really personal to me. And how I often feel about writing at times... love to hear from you Dinda! Thank you! :)