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

Rush

Kill the rush or let it blaze.
No spark can last for days.
We can rupture disembodied thoughts before they have a chance to phase.
Seize the day. Shoot for stars.
Take the trip. Buy that car.
Enjoy a spike in cholesterol at the hands of buttered cob.
As long as we're together we can be reckless forever.
Taunt all boundaries before our bond to earth is severed.
Or maybe not. We can live life utterly mundane.
As long as I'm with you the rush is still the same.


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

Deep In The Night

Thoughts of him are my Teddy bear.

I hold them closely in the dark.

When he drives into my wishes

I hope he puts the ride in park.