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Randy Johnson Dec 2018
The end of 2018 is very near.
In just a matter of hours, 2019 will become the new year.
2018 was a sad year because my aunt died.
After 43 years of marriage, my uncle lost his bride.
But 2018 didn't completely ****, I've seen worse years.
In just a matter of hours, 2019 will be here.
Miranda Dec 2018
The beginning of 2018,
I spent the time getting my heart broken.
But now in the end,
I’m breaking hearts.

Leaving my name on their lips
While I forget theirs.
EmperorOfMine Dec 2018
Mirror, Mirror,
One so tall,
Why can't I rise, unless I fall?

Who will come to me when I call?
Will there be anyone who saw?

I don't want to be embarrassed.
From big to small I'll go and be.

Feeling as weak as a wee mouse,
But as small as a little flea.

Oh, Mirror, Mirror,
On the wall,
Who will come to my aid at all?

Will I end up having to crawl?
All by myself, an empty doll.

Is it so sad that I'm afraid;
To be alone, ignored, they say?
I don't want to be lost at bay
When I fall from the sky, that day.
Alaina Moore Dec 2018
Putting mascara on the eyelashes below your iris,
is like making a promise to yourself that you won't cry today.
Sometimes it's a promise you keep.
Other times your tears run black with broken promises.
Alaina Moore Dec 2018
I am so afraid of becoming White Collar Micheal.
He likes to act like his life is so hopelessly blightful, because his name is White Collar Micheal.
On the weekend, he throws on a tie-dye.
Goes from Business Man, to Mr. Nice Guy?
Deep down you know it's a facade, aka,
Your big life's a big lie.  
He does so many uppers you may as well call it the tweekend.
He fills his mind with illusions of grandeur.
I look at him and think "you need to be a man first."
Instead of filling my head with candy and dreams, I face my demons.
And it's utterly delightful because I know I will never become a
White Collar Micheal.
Full disclosure, I didn't write this poem. It was written by my Husband - still working on a pen name.
J B Moore Dec 2018
Stop.

Take a minute to think...
...Maybe get a drink.

Good...

Now then...
Try again.

12/19/18
Just a goofy idea I had rattling in my brain. It’s a little dumb, but it makes me smile I and that’s enough.
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