#nye
Oh, year gone by, what a ride you’ve been!
Times of chaos, times serene.
Political twists sent minds a-reeling
Warmongers plotting with so little feeling
AI grew “smarter”, did humanity?
Ask of the Earth and she might not agree
The Olympics reminded us, with triumphs and tears,
No matter your background we are in-fact peers
Seeking all that humankind needs:
Happiness, security, goals to achieve.
Through wars and debates, the world spun on,
Humanity uniting us, daughters and sons.
Yet amidst all the strife, hope can find it’s place,
In acts of empathy, humility and grace
2025, remind us we ask!
That kindness never be a task
May nations find common ground ending the violence.
May neighbours be welcoming, bridging the silence
Let science keep learning and art inspire awe.
May shared dreams unite us as never before!
While challenges linger—and we can be real,
knowing that wounds of the past need to heal.
With humour, humanity, we’ll find our way,
‘25’s dawning, let’s start with today!
Lainey Stevens 2025 ©️
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 7:12 AM UTC
When I cannot write I speak
On the floor in the dark
I let it out.
It’s still poetry, the words rewritten and printed
But these belong to me.
This year was ****
Mostly for reasons invisible.
But clarity has washed over me,
A refreshing wave of sense
A hand across my cheek, and now I understand.
Even if you feel lost in the skin you’re in,
There’s always a way out.
You may only think of one, a swift exit
And though you may convince yourself
It is selfless do not be confused; it is the most
Selfish thing you can do.
Because there is always light, even when you
Can’t see it.
Peak under the door,
Open the windows,
And air out the dust.
Because I promise you,
the sun will always rise again.
Jan 1
Jan 1, 2026 at 2:40 PM UTC
not only are you my favorite love,
you are also my only love;
let me explain:
the only love that I want to participate in,
the only love that I want to share,
the only love that I can see and feel
and the only love I feel no absence in when you're not there
you're the only love who has taught me how...
your love thought me how to be,
who to be,
how to love others back,
how to feel confident,
and how to stay in the present.
your love is my beating heart
and I don't want it any other way,
my only love
Jan 6, 2025
Jan 6, 2025 at 8:35 AM UTC
The stress made me relapse.
the day after new years eve,
i relapsed.
i broke my four months streak.
It didn't feel bad, or disappointing.
i didn't even feel guilt.
now I feel guilty for not feeling guilt.
But it was so good.
I relapsed two days into 2025.
and I knew it was coming.
having never been clean for that long before,
i knew I would come back to it.
it's my safe place, the pain, the punishment.
I want to get worse and to f*ck myself up and I want people to not know about anything until it's too late, until I am done, until it's over.
Jan 3, 2025
Jan 3, 2025 at 9:42 AM UTC
the afters
scattered at ankle height.
bodies and turkeys and bottles
litter the 26th midday.
you’re still not here,
Saint Nick. Last year I drove you
to the north
but you said I couldn’t stay. duty called
& you wanted Christmas
with another loved one.
so I left my flat at midnight
with sweetness in my hands
raised;
to the sky watching
for a red light streaking unashamedly,
but the front of the doorstep
was not
darkened by a jolly frame.
the snow
withheld at cloud height.
maybe 8 billion people means
overtime.
maybe a no show means
it’s over time.
and writing a letter 9 hours after
you put the reins down
seems a bit desperate, don’t you think, Saint Nick?
the not days to new years
rupture at heart height.
the workshop’s shut, elves on annual leave. Loving like this means waiting
on an 11 month reprieve.
now the fireworks have started
Auld lang syne sung
but my arms hold the departed,
Saint Nick, perhaps is done.
so now im waiting
for another ** ** ***
and maybe
this one won’t love me enough
also.
Dec 31, 2023
Dec 31, 2023 at 10:25 AM UTC
i am not alone-
my demons and delusions
keep me company
Dec 30, 2023
Dec 30, 2023 at 5:07 AM UTC
If I state I’m going to do something
then don’t, as often happens,
then I’ve planted a ***** seed
that’ll grow into a choking vine,
not free, or wise
So dark January resolutions
might help Calvinists,
or masochists, or both,
but for the rest of us
comfort in our skins is better
I have no preach for you
to do this: just listen
Your own heart cries and sings
all day, every day
and you will beat yourself
far harder, over cheese and *****
than anyone who loves you would
So go inward a while and think,
and even if your conclusions
don’t match the zeitgeist,
love you, as we do
Jan 1, 2022
Jan 1, 2022 at 1:12 PM UTC
First footing towards
what could be bridge or precipice,
hard to tell in the usual mists
of another spin round the sun
The groundhog sting
has left us wary of what’s to come:
with an alphabet begun
how many masks need to be worn
before omega calls?
But the sun is shining
and it’s abnormally warm,
so that’s good,
isn’t it?
Dec 31, 2021
Dec 31, 2021 at 7:26 AM UTC
call me darling one more time
and i will run right to you
throw myself into your arms
and betwixt our laced fingers
and flittering glances
shall give you a kiss so heavenly
you won’t be able to forget me
hr.
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 12:16 PM UTC
The wan light might be tired
but it tries to shine
In this kind of darkness,
this is fine
Jan 1, 2021
Jan 1, 2021 at 5:51 AM UTC
Good morning.
Lean into the good,
even if a hangover fug
has you in its grasp,
breathe deep.
We still have grey days
to argue with, some tears,
til greenery ensues
when lost, hidden and new truths will return.
So make the morning good,
with toast and jam
or salt, fat and shenanigans.
And for your soul,
despite the impotent bitterness
of prevailing winds,
prop open the door a little.
Jan 1, 2021
Jan 1, 2021 at 4:42 AM UTC
It’s the last day of 2020
and I’m crying over you
You do not deserve these tears
but I’m crying over you
It just dawned on me
that it’s really time
to close our book
that I wrote so well
And my heart
was never friends with my mind
‘cos I don’t want to
but I have to
Despite the hell,
you were my best friend
and for what it’s worth,
that was my heaven
For the last time,
I will say this;
that my love, for a thousand times more,
I would have still given you the world
-c.s.
Dec 31, 2020
Dec 31, 2020 at 10:18 AM UTC
I’ll tread this crystal mud,
set a while to peer through veils
to make poor assumptions of what’s to come
As augury I’ve asked the birds
but shy of the same woodpecking rattle,
they stay schtum
I’ll indulge in haruspicy
in making dinner, sure
that no steak and kidney mouthful tells
Glass in hand, hepatoscopy
defines the coming year
where new is frozen
Dec 31, 2020
Dec 31, 2020 at 8:00 AM UTC
hello, you.
it feels like sitting with someone new.
i can barely remember the first half of last year and can barely remember the reasons why i cried so much last year,
sometimes.
i know this year will be different
because you feel different.
but nonetheless,
i ask of you to treat me with kindness.
i'm starting everyday with deep breaths,
holding my hands to the ground,
reminding myself that you are in fact not out to get me.
you, please treat me kindness.
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 3:49 AM UTC
when times
turn to lines,
and we deform
through indigenous
degeneration-
we, as the ones
that had time stand
perfectly still
at midnight,
between the past
and the
upcoming,
gave in to the
sloth, the
gluttony, the
pride, the
wrath, the
lust, the
greed, the
envy,
and chose to
thrive
eternally,
on the
absurd.
on the absurd,
with the
cheeks and foreheads,
on the absurd
with the
black dresses, shirts
and smiles,
on the absurd,
with all its wobbling,
wishes
and hungover
mourning
in the
morning.
we gave ourselves up
to be groped by the force of time,
and time ended up
making love to us,
*******
majestically.
the table fills
with empty cups,
and we
dance
until
the cups topple,
lay a new,
crackling
plastic
carpet
underneath
our restless hearts
and
beating feet.
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 7:36 PM UTC
Smooth down the next clean page
As you bid this chapter farewell.
The story of life isn't easy to write,
But there's still so much left to tell.
So, take a breath for composure,
And spend every moment this year
Creating a tale to leave readers in awe
And your grandkids bored-to-tears.
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 7:33 AM UTC
I stopped striving for the perfect year,
Because my concept of "perfection" was flawed.
I was chasing a scenario in which,
I could go a full rotation of the sun
without anything going astray,
All my dreams being fulfilled.
This search for perfection,
Was like looking at a window,
And being annoyed because
All I could see was a sheet of glass.
But, I decided to alter my desires;
Try to live single year in hopes of good autobiography.
Meaning;
To say yes more often.
And say no when needed.
To relish in successes.
And learn from mistakes.
To love without exception.
And to be kind without expectation.
To revel in every single wonderful moment as they come,
And not letting their fleeting nature feed the bitter parts of me.
Don't chase the perfect year.
Chase an amazing story.
Leave readers captivated.
And your grandkids bored-to-death.
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 5:51 PM UTC
hushed weeping ignored every time we scroll through our feeds.
broken souls lay in despair debating whether to keep breathing.
cries for help are screaming through tweets, photos, and posts.
only to go ignored, or sometimes even mocked.
for those fortunate enough to be pretty or extroverted
while you are surrounded by whom you call "friends."
taking pictures with these cute faces who will go home
only to talk about how ugly what you were wearing was.
for those who were alone over the holidays.
know this, you are not the only human alone.
the last three birthdays, Christmases, and NYE celebrations
have been solitary for me. it hurts. i cry. dark thoughts cloud me
there isn't anything anyone can say to make the feelings go.
extreme loneliness is when you don't desire to be alone.
don't let their smiles break your heart more.
don't allow the facade of their "friend's" fool you.
anyone can gather people and take an Instagram pic.
i want you to stay healthy, those people will be alone too.
if nothing else, i am always available to listen.
for i am part of the forgotten ones.
don't let that big heart that is breaking self-destruct.
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 2:25 AM UTC
We should be together, we shouldn't be acting like this. I blame it on the New Year's Eve kiss.
We were supposed to hang out today, but you went away when I mentioned the New Year's Eve kiss.
We are not dating, this I know, but we aren't just friends either, don't you know? Your making a huge huff about this its just a New Year's Eve kiss.
You're at your house and I'm at mine trying to keep myself from crying. I want this New Year's Eve kiss.
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 8:09 PM UTC
For some reason,
this is the one day of the year
where we place an immense amount
of pressure on ourselves
to have fun, to be social.
On Valentine’s Day,
you’re either with your partner
or you’re not.
On Christmas, you’re with family.
On your birthday, anything goes.
But on New Years,
you’re either out
having a blast or
you’re all
alone.
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 8:36 AM UTC
I grow tired of you hurting yourself with me.
You learn to hate me.
We don’t talk anymore.
My nightmares become fatal.
I stop responding because I don’t know how to answer, and I spend Christmas alone passing out wine-drunk to Naruto. I’m not sorry. My mother calls and I don’t know what to say, and neither does she. Then New Years Eve approaches like a dark cloud to water our crop, and wash away our debts,
but
my acquaintances want to have a fistfight, and I’m asked to be a witness in the police report [but I clearly remember nothing happening, through shades of alcohol].
I clearly remember at the beginning of the night I told you I don’t **** with cops.
Yet, now you’re surprised it makes me uncomfortable.
My daydreams grow immersive. My gameplay grows sloppy.
My reactions grow dull. My body grows weak.
This stranger tastes like cigarettes.
I don’t clearly remember the rest.
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 10:39 PM UTC