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natalie Jan 2019
it's the year of the horse...
more wealth, better health, less remorse.

i'm counting down the days til i die,
but leaving myself to wonder why.

is keeping you close what i need?
or are you hindering my paths to succeed?
Just a short New Year's Wish
Raise a glass and toast the year
Think back now and debate
Another week and it's dusted and done
Goodbye to old two oh one eight

Regardless how it started
And what happened through the year
Celebrate that you're here at the end
And raise a nice cold glass of beer

The Mayans missed about the end of life
And now we've another year to go
A new adventure that will be twelve months long
What it brings, I'm sure that no one knows

So, raise a glass to the end of another long year
And get set to step out once again
I wish you could all have the best year of all
and then multiply all that by ten

Two Oh One Nine could be a year of wonderment
A year that all your dreams come true
It's not predetermined or up in the stars
What you get is all now up to you

So, raise a glass and celebrate that you're still here
And start the New Year off with a smile
A toast to the past and one to what's to come
And let's make it the best year by a mile
underestimated Dec 2018
New love
New hopes
New dreams
New hobbies
New habits
New year
I cannot go back and relive my life,
But I can move forward and try to be a better person
History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived, but if faced with courage, need not be lived again. - Maya Angelou
Maria Etre Jun 2018
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(No one ever started a novel with a point, here's mine)
Pete McIntire Jun 2018
That awkward moment when you think, maybe you weren't meant to travel so much.

When no matter where you end up, all that you can think about is one place.

The problem occurs when the only person that you can think about isn't in that place.

6 from 1 &,
half a' dozen from another.
My life steps back from time;
Into a void without my lover.

Bring me back to life;
Take me from the weeds.
My world is solid brown;
When it used to be so green.
Pete McIntire
1/3.5
@RedLightWriting
Ashish Jun 2018
The white paper is staring at me.
And I am staring blankly out of the window
Pen is yearning for the grip of my fingers
And my soul is waiting to write

Emotions are waiting to be deciphered into words
Heart is ready to think
The mind is ready to feel what the heart has to say and
I am ready to feel astounded about what I will write from deep down of me

All I need is to 'start'
Start writing
Start to make those 26 alphabets come alive to life
Start to let out what has been buried inside of me
Start to tell a new tale of my same old soul
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