This year ******!
Nothing good came of 2017
That’s what their saying
And it’s said with every passing year
Yes bad things happened
Worlds were built to collapse
And be built again
Not abandoned and left to rot
Think of everything your
Ending the year with
Like walking into an arcade
Experiencing all the different obstacles
To get each prize your starting 2018 with
Maybe you fought
But you were taught
A lot
You will continue to learn
Even when you refuse to accept
You will and have made friends
That walk with you
Hand in had
For better or for worse
2017 is just a year all it does is
Measure time
Not your life with in that amount of time
You have about 100 of them
Don’t make every year something bad
When so much good was done
In each one

She got lost in so many dreams
That reality slowly killed her
She got so lost in her world
Reality couldn't remove her
Without breaking her heart
She was so lost in her mind
Reality was unable to find her
She was lost for so long
That she was truly gone

Its not her fault
That she can't speak
When she's so nervous
Her knees just shake
Its not her fault she likes the rain
Its not her fault she likes to run away
Its not her fault that she holds her head high
Or that her head begs her to fly
Its not her fault she doesn't like to party
And not her fault that she likes to talk
Its not her fault she want to help
Or that the right words don't leave her mouth
Its not her fault she sees no future
Or that she doesn't make enough time for friends
Its not her fault she sees everyone
As universes
Or that she struggles trying to map them
Its not her fault
That she believes
Everything is her fault

Its about time
The years come to its end
Its about time I realize
My failures
Its about time I recognize
My successes
Its about time I remember
All the events this year has brought
Its about time I acknowledge
The people who shape me
And make me
Its about time
I write something....
Something meaningful
With truth and a lot of poise
Something that expresses the universe
Inside my head
All the buzzing all the
Click, click clicking's
With the long long
Beeeeeeep
Something that touches your heart
Crushes your heart holds and bears its pieces
Something that mends and heals your heart
Making it stronger than ever
A poem that make's you question your thought
One that reaches your frequency of thinking
One that never stops your wondering
Something subtle in an abrupt way
One that builds your dreams
Feeds your nightmares and ends in the perfect battle
Keeping you on your toes to see if you
Built your dreams strong enough to fight
What scares you most
This is my toast of a new year
That maybe by next year
I will write the poem
That expresses the universe of me
One that will tell you of my every
Galaxy
I just at I am made up of the people I have met
And have been influenced by
I am made up of thousands of stars and planets

I am learning to trust
Myself
I now see the things I’m capable of
It makes me feel in control
I take bigger risk when I know there’s
A greater gain
And it doesn’t matter if anyone agrees
I let my heart take the lead now
I get further that way
I’m exploring new things
Taking on leadership
And assuming it
I’m breathing confidence and grasping
Attention from those willing to donate
Their eyes and ears their heart and mind
Hopefully I can take the time and bloom it
Take all arrogance and boom it
Just listen to my voice I will  be loud
Just look to my eyes I will
Maintain eye contact and focus
This is important to me

We are just kids on a school bus
We fill the bus with gossip
Tears, laughter
And the joy of daily conversations
With each others company for the
Hour we are stuck together
We are just kids on a school bus
On our way to greater things
Or less than
Planning to change the world
Wondering how
Or maybe not knowing if you will
Have any sort of affect
We are just kids on the school bus
Not knowing our worth
Losing our things
And accepting good deeds
For what their worth
We are just kids on a school buss
With the wheels going round and round

I just can't get the feel of a place
Full of hundreds of feelings
I don't get the drift of hundreds
Of different currents
I'm not able to comprehend the
Flavor of all the different taste
What a place
All the places
People come to gather
Unintentionally
Crossing paths without the Acknowledgment
Air ports are truly a manmade wonder