This is the personal writing site of Barry Hurd- online consultant, designer, writer, marketer, entrepreneur, and father.
Tinman
When I was whole,
Like the audience who laughs at me,
I was perfect.
The heart I had wasn’t faulty,
Merely happy in a world of hope.
That I would lose.
My place in life,
Was never to be complete.
Just knowing I was lacking.
The body I would live with,
Held by only a futile, desperate desire
To be the thing I could never […]
When I said farewell, there was a tone in my voice that conveyed more than my words ever could. The rose I held in my hand didn’t have enough value to it, as beautiful and perfect as each petal had pain-mistakingly been, it still didn’t have the vibrancy you brought to my life.
My words […]
I was asked by an absolute stranger today,
in an inquiring tone and dominating request,
if I would believe as I do, if not having been wrong.
I thought, if I was right today,
could I foresee how I would live tomorrow,
or would I blindly fail to see things behind me?
So I asked, first of myself, then of […]
I didn’t ask for this, the sweet dream, or the bitter awakening.
Nothing bothered me in the figment, as everything seemed so real.
It was my life, a perfect place of agony and reflection.
Thoughts conversing and evolving, changing and evading.
This was a moment of instance, of sheer delirium.
The time when everything but me was within sight.
No […]
I was cold, even though the warm summer wind was blowing across my neck. My hands were covered in blood and I looked at Ray for a moment as I tried to keep going. I could see desperation in his eyes, the acceptance that we had failed in our duty to save someone. I couldn’t […]
Have the tides changed so rapidly,
pushing against the shores beneath calm waters
as the ebe of life draws to and fro
that one cannot dream without risk of drowning
fighting against every motion, every inaction
wondering if passion will lead to surrender
or if the serenity merely represents acceptance.
I do not care to know,
to fight against a nature so fluid.
It […]
Do not talk of love, not to me my dear heart.
I am not the one who lost itself, or tore down
everything I felt. Could not I choose to feel.
Do not dare, to illicit a response from me,
as I am trying to ignore you standing there,
waiting.
Do not care of me, you who stands in the rain.
Letting […]
Could one believe, to never reach,
Having known everything so close.
You were perfect, beyond adoration.
Yet I had to go, from restful dreams I awoke.
My soul was yours, lost figment that wasn’t real,
The moment you showed me what I couldn’t have.
Closed doors, open trails,
How could I never question leaving?
I tried to believe, to deny this world,
As my […]
I have often been called a fool,
Heartfelt and whimsical.
Can one remember how joyous the hope,
Wanting to be held, to be cherished.
I would laugh until I stand no longer,
If only I could wait until I find my humour.
I dare to believe, in something more,
The beginning of summer at winter’s end.
To embrace a sunset, deeply colouring my […]
I remember the day very clearly, there was a fine mist in the air and the morning dew formed droplets of water on the brim of my hat as I bowed my head. I was doing everything I could to remember a better place, trying to forget the memories that caused the tears on my […]