Writing hurts and
Heals it’s easy
Really just plunge
The pen in
And bleed just
Like loving except
The opposite the
Pain starts when
The healing begins
Category: Kindness
LostLoves
I write for
Men that I
Don’t remember they
Haunt me in
These words like
Ghosts of joys
Past ring like
Clock towers off
In the distance
Reminding me of
Time ticking by
Too many lost
Loves to count
I simply remember
Them here now
ForMeYou (for Brandon)
And you said
Write for me
Don’t you know
Already by now
That when I
Write about you
I’m writing for
Myself by recalling
You as I
See simply you
I’m a selfish
Man capturing your
Beauty in words
Holding you captive
Here for only
Me to see
Morning
The steam rises
From my coffee
Like hypnotized cobras
Coating my glasses
Like Thanksgiving kitchens
The house is
Quiet like midnight
Even though early
Morning sun creeps
Through blinds like
Lost children’s flashlights
In a forest
Mozart plays like
Those comfortable afternoons
In Essen with
My only grandmother
Giving me a
Sense of love
ATalkWithAYoungerMe
If I had
A talk with
A younger me
I would say
Love often not
Worrying about
It’s return for
When it’s given
It renews in
You don’t worry
About success it’s
Fleeting and assigned
Focus instead on
Failing as often
As possible for
In that you
Grow and keep
Your word for
To be a
Man one must
Speak truthfully and
Always with conviction
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 