#newyearpoem
It is time.
The moment has come.
The chiming of the bells.
That time again —
change on the horizon,
when we promise ourselves
we’re going to be different.
We are on the path:
to be healthier,
more confident,
make better choices.
Do the thing.
Destiny awaits.
Starting from…
tomorrow. 😴
Jan 1
Jan 1, 2026 at 2:06 PM UTC
Я встречаю Новый год,
Вместе с Сашкой Чернорот
И сестричкой Крем-Брюлей,
Дайка тварь лизнуть блядей.
Чешет ногу маг Орфей,
Бармалею нервно курит,
Тем и тем, и тем налей,
Я сегодня Цезарь Юлий.
Yaroslav Kulikovsky. Paris, 2024 (c).
Part of the cycle: Poems on City Flesh and Power.
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Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 2:06 AM UTC
Three
Two
One
Happy New Year!
I glance over at him
And he stares back at me
In the moment
We realize that
Seven years of loving each other
Was worth everything
Pain and patience
Happiness and sadness
We believe in each other
We know that what we have
Is truly extraordinary
And that we are in it for the long run
I look into those emerald eyes
He looks into my doe-brown eyes
The entire world comes to a stop
And our lips lock to our new year.
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 2:37 AM UTC
I sit here thinking about how funny a year can be,
When the year was on its up,
Life was at its down,
And when the year was at its down,
Life was at its up,
Ironic isn't it?
But, that's what life is,
We need to accept things as they come,
Wait for the bad moments to become good,
And the good moments to stay good.
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 10:46 AM UTC