Spoils of War

Sometimes it gets hard to write. Writer’s block is a plague that hits even the best of us. Why? Because sometimes your head is not in the right space, or you’re feeling blah. Being a writer means being able to tap into many different emotions. Doesn’t matter if those emotions are good or bad. Being that words are an art, 9 times out of 10, the writer had to be in a state of heightened emotions and it gets really difficult to translate certain things. On a normal day, I can describe a day in a minimum of 3 different ways. On a blah day, I struggle to even get out of bed, much less notice what kind of 🤬 up day might be outside my window. Good head space is everything to a writer. I’ve been in an middle head space lately, but the struggle to focus is hard. I was working on my writing just a few days ago but I can’t seem to write anything that I like. If I don’t like it, how can I expect you all to like it. I don’t know. All I know is that getting my mind to step up in my life correctly is essential. Otherwise, my mind and I will start throwing hands. I’m sorry. Y’all will just have to see the battle of a B.A. Hardmon Civil War and hope something coherent will come stomping off the field with some spoils and creaky armor. I’m working, y’all, but I need encouragement too. 😂

Peace and love.
B.A.

Dusting Off Ye Olde Blog

Time to dust off the old blog. I will admit. It’s been so long since I logged on that I had to knock down spiderwebs and chase away the possums that had taken over. I’m back now though! I’ve still been writing over the years but my main focus was on my career. I realized that there is plenty of time to focus on my career and build and nurture my hobby. I love writing. I love poetry. I love music. I can do it all. I have been doing it all. I just haven’t been posting it here. We can forget about those days, however. I’m back and with a vengeance.

Updates!

First of all, let me say that I'm sorry for neglecting my poor little blog. I'll always begin to write a post about how my day's been going or a few colorful insights on day to day living in this crazy world and I always get sidetracked.

BUT NO LONGER!!!

I will begin to post something at least bi-weekly. Because I have so many projects going on and because I self promote, it's decidely hard sitting down long enough to visit my various social sites. But I will get better. I promise :)

A few updates...I will seldomly post poetry here now. I'll limit that more so to my Facebook page: Heart of a Poet (B.A. Hardmon). I started this blog more so to get my poetry out there but now that I've branched off into writing novels, I think the blog should be more for that than a few poems. That's what I have Facebook for!

Also, the novel that I am working on at the moment is entitled: Transcending. I hope to publish in maybe April of 2013. We'll see how that goes once I find a graphic designer to work with. There are so many facets of writing that you guys don't even know the half of. If you are interested in learning more about my novel. I will be posting about it periodically on the tab dedicated to it. Just keep me logged in.

For the poetry lovers that were introduced to this page because you love the prose, do not fret. I haven't forgotten about you or neglected you. I will still post some poetry on here. Just not as much. In fact, I deleted many of my posts because I wanted to be able to save some for you, so please don't despair. I will treat you with a poem every now and again and if you want more, all you have to do it ASK!!!!

-B.A. Hardmon

Weekend Love

I made him love me on a Friday.
Out of sight? Damn right!
Kisses stolen in the theater.
Looks shared in the light.

He made me love him that Saturday.
Blown away? True cliché.
Good food. Great conversation.
Emotions flung straight to amazing.

We hit the stars on Sunday.
Loving free? Possibly.
Holding hands while we danced.
Could've carved a heart on a tree.

It had to end that Monday.
Real life again? You got it friend.
But I only have to endure four days
till we repeat it on the weekend.

© 2011 by B.A. Hardmon, All Rights Reserved

How I Love Thee

Ask me how I love thee?
Hysterically.
I push the borders of sanity when you hold on to me.

I would go the world to be
all that you adore and see.
All that makes our love breathe is all I'll ever need.

Dreamcatcher

The boy's got aerodynamics.
I swear he soared in here on a dream.
And I'm hoping that my catcher has him lingering on the strings.
So I can revisit the scene.
Every night of every day just him and me.
Every month of every year the way life deemed.
If only by dream.
So I can have what reality lacks while I sleep.


© 2010 by B.A. Hardmon, All Rights Reserved

Stopped

I stopped caring five seconds before you said "I love you."
Feelings we were sharing stopped to ignore you.

I know I should've told you that I was loving you less and less.
Because the more those three words were pronounced, the more they made me stress.

I should've told you that I was in love with another man.
My intentions were to let you go but somehow I changed my plans.

Someway I thought that you would change back to who you were.
But the hope has sailed on and the new pain I can't defer.

I stopped feeling five minutes before you touched me.
I don't have the tingle I used to whenever you brush me.

I know I should have caught that hint that it was someone else.
But I turned a blind eye to the crime and now there's nothing left.

The man I have, the man I love, isn't you anymore.
You turned into someone I don't know, an open and shut door.

Whatever we called forever now has an end.
I never knew eternity could stop before it begins.

I stopped hurting five hours before you left my life.
You were supposed to be the one for me but we never held the dice.

Shut down emotions packed and lavished the trip with you.
Whenever I tried to bring them back to order they simply would refuse.

I wish that you had stayed the same. Had stayed in my arms.
Was the process of loving me just too much for your charms?

I stopped wanting five revolutions before today's meet.
I guess my heart stopped loving you just like you stopped loving me.


© 2010 by B.A. Hardmon, All Rights Reserved