Wondrous Mind

I filled my mind
With all of the wonders
I thought it could handle

I broke it

But something happened
On the way back
All of the wondrous
Ideas and imagination
Flooded into this world

My mind was set free

Its cage was shattered
And it escaped, finally
Into a world of passion
And meaning

My mind –
Is a contradiction
A law unto itself
It breaks so easily
But fixes itself
So beautifully


© 2014 Arron Hickman (The Harlequin Heart)



I’ve been told I’m dysfunctional by choice

But I’m not so sure

If I choose to be dysfunctional

Then I’m functional enough to choose

And if I’m functional enough to choose

Then that very act

Shows that I’m dysfunctional enough

To be functional

And choose dysfunction


I must be functional enough to write about this

But dysfunctional enough to have something to write about


Is this my choice?


I’ll have to ask myself later on

When I’m not concentrating on being functional


© 2018 Arron Hickman (The Harlequin Heart)


You’ve been here before

Standing with your back to us all

Ignorant to the screams behind you


In too deep

But knowing that you cannot stop


Hate is not the end of this

Temptation doesn’t reach that far

And you’re either blind to its effect

Or choose to accept the consequences


In your mind

All that happens as a result

Of you looking further away

Is nothing more

Than the ultimate rejection

Of your conceited faith



  © 2018 Arron Hickman (The Harlequin Heart)

Bleach The Bones Clean

Is being fed to the lions
Disgusting nature at work
Meat wrenched from the bone
Blood drunk from the veins
I won’t sympathise
Nothing wrong is happening

It’ll hit soon
And the animals will tire of the feast
Fade into the background
Behind the silent smiles
And hideous eyes
I’ll pick up the remains
Bleach the bones clean
Put them back together
Display the truth for all to see

And I’ll charge them for it

So Now I Just Whisper

I know I can see into the future
Because I repeat it all over and over again
But I could be just dreaming
Because it feels so abstract
So now I just whisper
Scared to make a sound
Each day feels exactly like the one before
Me trying to do exactly as I’ve been told
Not as I’m expected to do
Forgoing all thoughts of love and pain
Trying to lose myself in the inanity
Forcing myself to be happy here
Finding it too easy to pretend

So I write it all down onto paper
Someone might someday enter the building
And find it all written for them
How it all started
How it all exactly ended
I won’t hide any of it
It’ll all be there
All bleeding through the jotted note paper

I wished it could all have been done differently
The moral is that in the end
I don’t know what more I could’ve done

A Door Remains Shut

A door remains shut
Thematically inseparable
From the general ordering a charge
Of his starving troops
They say the sound of war
Lasts longest
Until we all fall silent

The seconds tick by
Shallow graves
Dug by unseen hands
And the watchers
Become the watched
The haters
The hunted

A man’s last scream
A general tiredness
Of our senses
Our apathy apparent
To the woes
Wrought by us all

Tap your watch
And listen to its sound
Close your eyes
And imagine it stopping
When your grace falls short

A Visual Sensory Overload

In memory
Of a misstep
Of a servants cruel denial
Of a crucial beat
Of forgotten music

Simple affections
And blunt objects
Smashing wet cement
A visual sensory overload
Crafted from nothing
Turned into something

Look at the sky
And see what happens next
Each time will be different
And fit for us all