I
The snow is blank as
My apathetic manner
A seed thrusts out; new

II
Intense agony
Spreading and twisting in a
Worthless, weeping heart

III
The product amazes
Me; it's absolutely a
Lucid, pure nothing

IV
New Year's - a silent
Lullaby; empty promise
For the hopeful/less

V
Nothing ever came
From nothing; good trees do not
Sprout rotten, ugly fruit

New year
Fresh start
New someone
To break my heart

New plans
To make
New dreams
That will break

New me
Getting better
New you
By a greater measure

New way
To miss you
New way
To wish you knew

Same wishes
That you were there
Same realization
That you don’t care

This year I hope you will...
Read the best book of your life.
Be kissed by someone who thinks you are wonderful.
Enjoy the peace of sitting outside on a beautiful day.
Make or find great music.
Visit somewhere you've never been.
Have days when you are neither haunted by the past nor worried about the future.
Purchase a product that lives up to the advertisement.
Feel the warmth from a genuine compliment.
Accomplish something important only to you.
Discover a great new restaurant.
Laugh out loud at an unexpected joke.
And finally...
Have a year of health, wealth and peace.

A kaleidoscope of fleeting embers appears beneath the fireplace—
Burnt ashes permeating these hollow halls of winter.
Faded cards with Christmas carols mark the existence of another absolution
Where we invent ourselves from glass crystals and a nonsense
Fanatical of perfection.

Shards of rainbow-colored glass on the floor as we run barefoot among the stars.
Sparks of yellow and orange and blue and red and gold illuminate
The dreary existence of this lonely town.
As we search for new illusions to
Fill our drunken hearts.

Chestnut leaves fall onto the ground
As we countdown—
Five…
Four…
Three…
Two…
One…

Another year gone—
Another soul taken—
To cashmere sweaters and expensive screens.
What have we become?

to new beginnings
she said raising a full glass
because life is short
and too many things end
before they are finished

cheers

-k.j.c

I am no more
than champagne
laughing

I've been waiting so long
for the events to come.
I was told long ago
of all the places i would eventually go.

Never once doubtfull
always looking into the future without second thought.
But then came the day
that everything was for naught.

All my plans,
not even related,
were destroyed
as if coordinated.

All on the one day that I've come to hate
The one that was supposed to be great.
The 31st of december was that day,
where all my happiness got taken away.