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Evan Hayes Jan 2015
It's that time of year
Right after the buckets of cheer
Resolutions to lose waste
After you just stuffed your face
And then you'll shed a tear
Cause you can't finish a race

Oh I know, this year I want good luck
Why don't you stop for a good ****
Get you out of this conservatism
And in to anarchism
Get out of this rut and muck
It's like politics in a monarchism

Oh this year I'll be different
No this year you end with repent
Just like the last
Stuck in the past
You could be a parent
Or end up being chaste

Oh I want to focus on relationship
Congrats, you got kissed on the lip
At midnight
Let's set sight
Don't throw a fit
Let's hang tight

There is no "new year new you"

You can change
Just don't rely on your calendar
to do it for you
Cecelia Francis Jan 2015
To be like
the older
Dedalus
blood wooed
by grace of
language and
gesture,
blushing

conceding
to take a
cigarette
to have something to say yes I said yes I will yes for
Hayley Jan 2015
Sitting all alone in my basement
With less than an hour til 2015

Lying to myself by making
Resolutions

Still, I tell myself
I will be a better person

What.
*******.
*******.
Happy new years!
hallucinations Dec 2014
I wish that I could
purge you from
my mind.
the last of twenty-fourteen | (c) hallucinations
Bassam A Dec 2014
The year has ended prosperously ..
At least for me .. I don't know about you
I accomplished most of my goals
I am glad that we got to know each other

I hope that we can find
a common ground in our book,
a single page that we both stop at and rest
For that to happen I will have to slow down
or you may speed up

I may stop and wait for you
at the next coffee shop ... "Café Je T'aime"
Hope to see you there more often
My new resolution for this year is
"to keep loving you and keep our love strong"

Wish you a Very Happy Year Anew
K Balachandran Dec 2014
Did any flower bloom, in your garden today, check out now
Love alone is the flower with fragrance, don't water the rest.
An year reigned is dead, the overcast sky clearly proclaims
A dark shroud covers the sky, hiding the good cheer we need.

Alone, I climb up the winding road to the hilltop, to view
The sunset, it reminds the past year of painful events
The skyline looks blood smeared, from a corner fire erupts
Making hate the recurring motif, what's happening to the world?

Technologies to share information is no good, if we aren't sane.
If we use that to sow evil seeds of hatred, poison spreads.
Life turns a mess, all the wealth has no meaning without peace.
Are we not ashamed to be vengeful like barbarians, **** each other?
Didn't Gandhi prove, nonviolence is the weapon against brute force?
Silence Screamz Dec 2014
Resolution is my delusion
Nothing gets done
Distance comes the warning
Minutes turn to none

We wish to the event
Time takes it's course
Calculating all the pressure
All forsaken remorse
Failure of a resolution
George Cheese Dec 2014
Dreams of you.

What is peace
A squall of grit,
Coarseness caught in teeth.
The earth spits resolution.
I do not accept it.

Long ago, I fell into the sea.
My tongue tasted salt
My body
Was tugged by tide
But tomorrow it'll wash you

Away
This is written as a drunk. Edited sober.
I'm still trying and crying
Feeling like I'm dying
Stop lying,
             I'm not buying
I'm not relying on what your supplying
Keep denying what your implying
All this prying and spying
Leaves me sighing
I'm no longer complying
No more trying
I'm done crying

Your going down,
           make you drown
Lose the frown,
        talk of the town
Drop the crown
Actin like a clown,
                showdown
Got pushed down,
        shot down
Put down,
      knocked down
Left laying on the ground
But I'm coming around

In preclusion to the confusion
I've come to a conclusion
I'm not losin this illusion
         Tired of your aggression
I'm left in seclusion
It's a transition,
           a new resolution
It's not confusin
I'm winning this aggravation


        Just
             Some
         Food
      For
              Thought
Closure is hardly ever
the clean cut we desire;
it can warp in heated,
heavy air
-putrid convolution-
an apple core shrinking inside
itself (till its existence
is defined by its silent
exodus).
I wish I'd known this sooner.
I wish I'd left sooner.
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