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A new year, a new poem
I'm not sure if everything is new as they say it is.
Things have mostly stayed the same
Just time has moved forward
And that's all.
How much will change before the next new year?
Tab Jan 2016
I let you become my home and after awhile it felt like I was on house arrest.
You knocked all my walls down just to build walls around the both of us
Blocking out the world so they couldn't see the chaos
The broken home that we both tried to live in.
There was only so much shattered glass you could clean up
I tried to decorate for a last ditch attempt to find the place I once called home
But you set it all on fire because you said you hated the color and the next day you started looking for a new home.
I'm homesick
Kylie H Jan 2016
I'm staring this new year off with an old friend. It feels like old times.
-My unwelcomed sadness
Chineze Jan 2016
I'm done dancing to the tune
of others' music.
Now is the breaking of a new dawn to turning on
the stereo in my heart
and keep dancing like no one's watching!!!
Still on the matter>> Happy New Year. Play the music in your heart, be careless about your steps, shake your waist, take it down- yeah,  you've got the moves.....we all do!
Harmony Jan 2016
Day One filled with grace
An urge to fulfill
The purpose of birth-
Losing that which
Keeps the path hidden

Resolutions are waged
To add to or to deduct from-
And the bundle carried
Is lighter, for the path
Taken requires less

fire within burning
Shedding light to the path-
Path becomes less foggy
As the fire continues to burn
Welcome Brand New 2016
Regi Jan 2016
Not a lot has happened, really. It feels like this year wasn't even real.

I've spent a whole year denying the fact that reality is closing up on me. Denying, that my dreams, my hopes, my joy. It's all vanishing into the unknown. I'm holding onto it, but my arms are getting tired. I've spend a whole year staring at my life, and quietly watching it fall apart, but not doing anything about it. I've spend a whole year trying to dream. Dream myself away to a place far from where I am. Because I'm not ready. I'm not ready to let go. I'm not ready to live up to the expectations that are put up for me.

I want to hold onto what's left of myself. I want to hold onto those dreams and that joy I get from doing what I love.

Y'know that spark you see in a child's eyes? When they tell you about wanting to be and do all these things. And you know deep down that they're going to be let down one day. One day, those dreams are going to disappear and be replaced with "realistic" goals.

I know I'm not very old. I don't have the wisdom of an old man. But I know that those dreams shouldn't go to waste. I know what I want to do and that I'll have to fight for it. I want hold onto those dreams for as long as I can. Because without them, I don't know who I am. I want to pursue those goals I've made, and there's nothing you can tell me to make me do otherwise.

I am in control of what I'm doing with my one life. And I will not let myself down. When I then once grow old. I might not have reached my goals. I might not have come as far as I wanted to. But at least I'd know, that I never gave up.

I will look back on my life and not regret a single step. I will not regret a single breath. I am done regretting. I am done looking back at my life, every new year, and think "Wow, I haven't really accomplished anything" I am done watching all the things I love vanish into the unknown. No, I'm going to grab onto them and pull them right up.
I've got a long way to go. And I know the road will be bumpy and the wind will blow in the opposite direction.
But for now..

I'll keep dreaming.
Even though this isn't necessarily a poem, I felt like it was appropriate anyway. I'm sorry for the long read.. May 2016 be your year

Happy new year!
Mazen Edlibi Jan 2016
This is how I feel the music with gentle melody and sad tone…
It let me go into deep thinking inside my the lost soul and crazy world…
I don’t write my poems so i would be labeled a poet…
I just want to smell the breath I’m taking inside me…
I just want to taste the water that dancing inside me...
I just wanted to retrieve what has been taken from me all those year...
                                       I wanted to...
                                      Love in Peace!
I was looking at her! asking myself why I met her! still there something inside me towards her! something has been lost in the deep hell!
Mazen Edlibi Jan 2016
She told me your hands doesn’t look belong to you!…
I know…
What else does belong to me?
When I said my Heart wants to leave my chest, Nobody believed me…
When I said papers are running from my pen, they thought I’m a poet! They thought it is  figure of speech!
When I said I saw the tree is waving for me asking me to join the forest, they thought I’m emotional…
                                They didn’t….
Felt the Pain…
Felt the Loss…
Felt the anguish…
Felt the Death within me…

I have..
The babyface…
The sad eyes…
The shaken voice…

                                 I don’t have..
The Peace…
The Safe…
The Love…

But…

I promised myself to let everything go…Even my…
Hands!
I was not surprised... I've noticed that long time ago! but the question became unworthy to be asked and I dropped it years behind me..
I was surprised that it was asked by her! Does she care about me,  or she is examining me? who knows?
Lizley Jan 2016
It's okay
(It hurts so much)
I'll keep my mouth shut
(Please hear my calling)
Go bid your goodbye
(Don't say it)
I'll be happy for you
(I'll be sorry for myself)
I'll always paint a smile
(The tears will never stop)
Go walk away
(Stay, I'm begging you)
Leave without hard or hurt feelings
(Leave them with me, I'll carry them for you)
Find your space, your place
(It's here by my side, is it not?)
Don't look back
(Look at me, just look at me again)
If we're meant to be
(Yes we are, we were, and we could still be)
We will meet again someday
(How about today?)
I am fine
(Baby, I'm so torn, so broken and dead)
I will be fine
(Oh God, I want to be fine)
Don't worry now*
(Let me be the one to bear it all)
© Lizley (Maria Flordeliz Yamog)
|09.13.2015|
I'm okay. I think. I should be okay. It's 2016. I will be okay.
ExulSolus Jan 2016
The screech of war,
The shrieks of the departed,
The voices of the people,
That have changed this world,
That echo through the centuries.

They shall not grow old,
As we grow old.
Age shall not wear them,
Nor years condemn,
After the setting of the sun,
And in the morning,
We will remember them, we will remember them.
ZF rulez!!!!
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