An year is born
And my wishes galore

I wish to be the swirl
Of a whirling dervish

I wish to be the fingers
of a classical pianist

I wish to be the
melodious wind off a flute.

I wish to be the melting glacier
of the mighty Himalayas

I wish to be the Dew on
the first day of Spring

I wish to be her unlocked hair
when she blossoms in my passion

I wish to be the sweat on her *****
after the wildfire I set is settled.

I wish to be my unfulfilled desires
For they are the best of me.

Everyday I wake up with the same feeling,
I am afraid to be alone,
And I am more afraid to feel it..
For fours years,
This feeling has chased me.
Now I feel more alone among people.

When all my battles are won and done
I will not fear the fight that was
So why worry about the swing of the sword
Before the sun of that day is even in my eyes
Why worry indeed

.
A vintage year.

Especially July.

It was the last time

one of my poems trended.


PPx

With 2018 drawing so near
I figured I’d take the time to make myself clear
That I never intended to become 20-17 monster of the year
But I actually became the thing that I myself most fear

I never meant to cause this world so much pain
But for my unintentional actions I’ll eat that blame
And to all the people whom left as quickly as they came
I wish you all the best even if you dont wish the same

It’s been the worst year for sure that’s something I will not doubt
There has even been moments where I just wanted to check out
Because no matter how loud I screamed I couldn’t shout those thoughts out
Now I sit back pondering what the root of my pain was really all about

20-17 is where I would like my demons to stay
But I already know in my mind is where they will forever play
They follow me wherever I go no matter how far I run away
So it’s foolish of me  to believe that I will be rid of my pain on New Year’s Day

This year had its ups and downs like a roller coaster of feelings
I thought I had found love when I was actually dreaming
I have wanted to die many times but somehow my hearts still beating
But I don’t know how many beats I have left bc my heart won’t stop bleeding

I don’t know if this makes sense and I don’t really care
I just have to write this **** out bc if I don’t then I’m scared
Of what could happen to me if me and my demons are once again paired
For that’s a dangerous couple who’s love should be feared

Just Ty-

We'll see no more snow,
for Winter has past away,
until the next year.