Another year around the sun, for me, a journey’s far from fun. The candles flicker, the faces cheer, Yet inside, drowning in fear.

Three hundred sixty-five days, a feat, A race I ran with weary feet. They call it triumph, a battle won, I wonder softly, a look of stun

An angel descended, soft and bright, Her presence casting a gentle light. I whispered low, my heart in pain, “Only friends and family keep me chained.”

She smiled, her eyes a knowing sea, “Perhaps this place is not your destiny. Take my hand, we’ll wander far, Beyond the sorrow, past every scar.”

But I held on tight to the fleeting day, “What of the love that begs me to stay?” She paused, her wings a silver glow, “Love is a tether, but peace you must know.”

“There’s strength,”** she whispered, **“in holding tight, But more in seeking your own true light. It isn’t death that makes pain cease, It’s finding a way to make your peace.”

And so I stood, between two doors, One of shadows, one of shores. The night grew long, the air grew still, A choice was mine, of strength or will.

I’ll walk this road one step, one breath, A fragile dance with life and death. For birthdays mark not just the years, But every triumph, every tear.

So light the candles, let them burn, A flame for each lesson I have learned. For even when my heart feels weak, There’s hope in every word I speak.

Eyes wide open, a world unfolds, A fleeting glance, a tale untold. Whispers linger, shadows play, The price of dreams begins to weigh.

A voice cried out, sharp as a blade, The girl stood still, her heart afraid. She looked around — no soul, no sound, But felt her stomach twisting down.

The voice returned, a haunting call, She swayed, then stumbled, began to fall. Her breath grew shallow, limbs felt weak, A bitter cry she couldn’t speak.

“The revelation’s here,”** it said,** She spun, collapsing, struck with dread. A siren howled, red lights aglow, The pavement cold, the darkness slow.

She woke, but fog consumed her mind, A fleeting spark, a chance declined. Too many pills, too far, too fast — A breath, a blink — then all was past.

A mother weeps, a flowered stone, A girl now lost, a heart alone. They gather close, the mourners stay, While floods of sorrow steal the day.

Let this be told, her tale, her fall, The voice of truth ignored by all. The revelation came too late, And left us mourning at the gate.

Laughter and tears, You tell them your fears. They see you grow, They watch you fall— But stand by your side Through it all.

It’s not always easy— The tantrums, the glares— But friends never flinch At truths or dares.

They hold all your secrets, They laugh at your flaws, They cheer when you win, And fight for your cause.

Through seasons of change, Their hearts beat near— A voice in your darkness, A hand for your fear.

When the world feels heavy, They lighten the load— A shelter in storms, A home on the road.

Some friendships will fade, Some promises break, But the ones who remain Are the hearts that don’t shake.

And when life is a mess And dreams fall apart, A true friend’s still there With a wide-open heart.

For friends are forever— A bond, a refrain, A love stitched in laughter, A balm for the pain.

So treasure each moment, Each smile, every glance, For friendship, like love, Is life’s greatest chance.

I just want this storm to cease, To find a fleeting breath of peace. Bad luck clings tight, it won’t let go, A heavy weight that pulls me low.

What crime, what curse, what ancient sin Brings endless trouble crashing in? Each day a trial I can’t escape, A nightmare wrapped in waking shape.

All I ask is one still day, A quiet path, a smoother way. One moment free from fear’s tight hold, A chance to breathe before I fold.

But sadness lives within my chest, A sinking stone, a heart oppressed. I scream, but silence steals my sound; My voice is lost, my soul unbound.

No ears will hear, no hands will reach— I fight for love, but love won’t teach The pain to ease, the hurt to mend— I want it gone; I want the end.

Bad luck, my shadow, stalks my path, A curse that feeds on sorrow’s wrath. I long for peace, a fleeting sun, But still, this race I cannot run.

Turning over a new leaf A new day is here 2025 will be my year <3

Another year has been and gone, Resolutions come, then move on. Reflecting slowly, simply, clear— A complicated, fleeting year. 2025 now drawing near.

The fire’s warmth, the dog’s soft snores, Counting down the last days of ’24. Deep sighs of relief, the weight set down, The clock ticks toward another round.

Another chance, another year, To rise again, to face what’s here. 25 draws close, January’s spark— A quiet hope ignites.

morning has broken But not a word spoken Eye to eye Intensity prevails Yet still a mask and vail

A night of hope And endless desire Yet such blank stares Despite all that transpired

A moment of lust A glimpse of love Was that brief moment A weakness or something from above

So complicated Yet plain No one could explain But us

Lying so still, caught in this trance, Mixed signals flash, no steady stance. A light on orange, can’t decide, Do I keep close, or turn aside?

Green To be loved, to feel whole, To share secrets, heart and soul.

Red A heart gone cold, walls built tall, Am I wrong to fear the fall?

Green If I’m myself, will he see? What if he doesn’t like the real me?

Red Letting go, hearts will mend, Perhaps this halt’s the start, not end.

Sleeping sound, so free and light, While I search words in dark of night. Wanting close, then pushing away, Why must young love feel this way?

I want to feel something—anything at all, From endless words to tears that fall, Once a river that carried my pain, Now silent waters, dry and plain.

The hardest battles, I’ve fought to the end, Overcame, though it took all I could spend. Yet here I stand, no tears to cry, Numb in a world that’s passing by.

Two stars above, watch over me still, Souls I cherish, though they feel distant, still. Lives I’ve lost, angels I’ve known, Yet no tears for them, though I’m not alone.

It’s as if I’m wrapped in hollowed walls, A shadow that stumbles, trips, then falls. Each day I wake to the same gray skies, But no fire stirs behind these eyes.

I long for the storms that raged before, The waves that crashed, the heart that soared. Now I drift in an empty sea, Searching for any part of me.