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The new year arrives not with thunder, but with a whisper—soft, persistent, and unyielding.
It carries the weight of time gone by, the fragments of moments we let slip like sand between careless fingers.

Regret lingers like an unspoken truth, a shadow cast by the light of what could have been. We try to grasp it, to undo it, to reweave the threads of yesterday, but the loom has turned, and the past is a river that only flows forward.

Time was never ours to hold. It was a fleeting metaphor, a borrowed grace we misused with the arrogance of eternity. Hours became currency we spent too freely, years became chapters we didn’t bother to read.

But the clock does not pause.
It does not mourn. It ticks with indifference, a steady cadence reminding us of the gift we still possess: the present.

If the past is a lesson and the future a promise, then this moment is the altar on which we lay our resolve. To forgive ourselves. To treasure the seconds. To write poetry where there was silence.

For though time does not turn back, it offers something greater
a chance to begin again.
And in this beginning, perhaps,
we can finally learn to live.





                                            @Erennwrites

Always be ready to say goodbye to everything,
To the comforts you outgrew, to the ache they bring.
This was the year you faced the cost of learning to love through understanding loss.
It was the year you found air and learned to breathe again,
the year you stood taller when no one else stood with you.
You dug out the rot in your mind
to make room for peace, the kind that lasts.
It was the year you learned to appreciate solitude,
to honor boundaries and protect them fiercely.
The year freedom overwhelmed you,
and you began to shape it into something meaningful.
This was the year you became tough,
the year you stood by yourself,
the year you finally understood
that saying “No” isn’t selfishness,
it’s survival, it’s self respect, it’s love.
It was a year of soft smiles shared with strangers,
of hesitant steps and uncertain moments.
But you kept walking, and somehow,
you found the door to something pure.

So here’s to the days that asked for more,
and to the little moments of 2024.

Sleep with the lights off,
Warm under sheets.
Wake to the morning sun,
And the promise of you and me.
New year's day,
New year's eve.
Can't keep away from the new year,
And the new you, the new me.
Piano, sparkling anything,
Diamond ear rings.
There is no where I'd rather be,
Than holding you.
Be the last memory of this year,
And the first of the next?

SH stands for so happy
I carve it into my skin because I am so happy
I used to be so happy
All the time
So happy in the morning
So happy at night
So happy with a toilet paper roll over the sink
I loved to be so happy
I'm not so happy anymore
So
Unhappy?
So
Ber.
So this is me now
Not so happy
But I am happy
Just Happy
And JH doesn't stand for anything

My heart has not been broken, no,
instead
it has been obliterated tremendously.

The people of my mothers
their sons and daughters, those who I would have thought were close to me
if I were to ponder, I would wonder of them constantly
my peers
my associates
my loved ones
even my enemies.

Oh!
Artist of this universe
architect of my tortured soul
if I were to humble myself further, would loving hands comfort me?
If I continued to give from my own energy, expendable
will the softest voices whisper to me - essentially, without an audience, keep me company?

Where is heaven from here?
I have been told of a goddess,
who I have yet to encounter,
who I have yet to know closely,
and still,
she has already placed steps within my dreams
wherever her divine feet would land flowers would bloom suddenly, and excitedly
floating, the angelic she
her essence is represented by a hue of light that radiates, a regal shine.

Eventually,
her beauty, it has been revealed to me within this reality,
eventually,
will she deliver me?

Nix liquefactum est,
Venit usque in gramina.
Capulus et sugar,
Tu, me, et ver.