Abbott J Hardison

Abbott J Hardison 2h

In my mind,
I am in the deep south,
Dancing with Cowboys,
Singing folk songs.
Herding cattle,
Chasing outlaws.

In my mind,
I am in Paris, France,
Waking up with you beside me,
Strolling in the lazy streets.
Chatting with the News-Man,
Drinking coffee at the Cafe.

In my mind,
I'm where I want to be,
I'm with all my buddies.
Time never seems to pass,
How can I get all of that?

Sometimes it feels as if I'm writing to her

#mind #south #paris #cowboys #life #thinking #time

2h

Clover

Interlinked

Since the moment our eyes connected,
Felt like waves crash on shore
Our connection breathtaking.
From that moment on
We were tied together,
With a little red string.
We were interlinked.
We are interlinked.
We will always be interlinked.

Inspired me to write when I came on here and saw one of my favorites posted more then last time I've seen, Abbott J Hardison.

#interlinked #love #beauty

2h

Maryann I

The Vanishing Point

this is my last post
my final poem

without any warning
I’m slipping out the back door
silent
deliberate
like dusk bleeding into night

I am saying goodbye
to you
to this place
to the blinking cursor that always asked too much

goodbye
to the scrolling graveyard of thoughts
and the strangers who knew me better than friends ever could

I’m pulling my words down
deleting every poem
like pulling petals from a dying lily
until there’s nothing but the bare green stem

I’m deactivating every account
wiping myself clean
from every echo chamber
from every digital fingerprint
until my name becomes
an error message

and soon after…
I will erase myself
from this earth
as if I were a chalk drawing
and the rain had finally come

no forwarding address
no monument
no last supper of likes and comments

just absence—
a final blackout
in a sky already dim

don’t come looking
the stars won’t remember me

I suppose I’ll leave my poems here,
for anyone who may want to revisit them.
They may not be much,
but I’ve deeply appreciated every bit of love they’ve received.

I’m sorry things have come to this—
and that this is how I have to say it.
But I didn’t want to disappear
without at least saying goodbye.

#suicide

2h

Dr Peter Lim

After Emily Dickinson

No gift can I ever offer
beyond words that are mine
they may touch no other
but I hope somehow they will still shine

beyond my time and long after
in one heart --though just a single line
and my absence would have been sweet and tender
my life would have been richly blessed by what's left behind

Abbott J Hardison 2h

10 Rules For The Emotionally Unintelligent Poet

1. Don't write when you're tired.
2. If you must, don't write things you'll regret.
3. Don't treat a serious feeling as a joke.
4. Think fourteen plus times before saying/doing anything.
5. Be available for anything.
6. Only risk what you're willing to lose.
7. Risk only to gain.
8. If you don't think it'll be enjoyed, don't do it at all.
9. Fix problems with more than, "I'm sorry."
10. Please don't write when your tired.

#writing #emotions #poets

8h

Daniel Tucker

Echoes and Shockwaves

Since I was a child
I have fervently
Tried to filter out
Negative echoes
Of our history
And focus
On each one.

Echoes are
Shockwaves
Throughout
Society
Building strength
And momentum as
They damage then
Ricochet off one
Person to another
Like a viral or
Bacterial infection
Mutating and building
Up resistance to our

Strong
  Mediocre
And
  Often
Feeble
Societal
Antidotes.

I try as many do
To be a
Shock absorber --
A small part of
The solution;

Trying to help break
The vicious cycle by
Somehow attempting
To
Absorb the shockwaves

To help prevent them
From hitting someone
Else
Or at least
Lessening their strength
And momentum --

A form of harm
Reduction
I suppose.

Just lending an ear
And
Lending a shoulder
To lean on or
Cry on
Seems to be
An integral part in

Lessening the
Negative
Effects.

#echoes #shockwaves #momentum #compassion #understanding #damage #feeble #ricochet #filter #societal