#newness
I’m afraid of new connections,
And losing old ones.
Let my life be the same —
It might be boring,
But it’s mine.
No newness can match
The calmness it gives,
The thrill it has,
And the comfort it holds.
In the world of
Newness every day,
I would hold on to
Old ones.
I want this calm to last.
Jul 1, 2025
Jul 1, 2025 at 4:05 PM UTC
like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon
I raise my own tattered wings to the sky
cursing the inadequacies,
throwing away all doubts,
shedding my second skin of half-truths
thrown into my head
by words so keen on my own destruction.
by time that had stopped for three hundred days.
by a pen that seemed never ending,
inhibiting the thoughts within my head.
with a new smile in my eyes
I take a newfound strength in my arms,
lift up my wings
and bring myself into a new flight.
Jul 9, 2021
Jul 9, 2021 at 12:49 PM UTC
It’s not good to go back in time. If you do you’ll see everything you missed leading to a different way of living a life of misfortunate events.
Jun 11, 2021
Jun 11, 2021 at 12:39 PM UTC
When it finds a match,
the fire sends its regards
for the source of its warmth.
Where heat
and breast floats gold,
I see the old sky new.
Why a mold
that charms cats and brothers
as the offender of kings.
What's more,
it knows
the Tarantula D'amour.
We all burn slow,
even if we die young;
so be it.
Well, let's live
today if not and especially
tomorrow doesn't exist.
Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 11:29 AM UTC
When lips have sunk the ships of yesteryear
Man can grasp the mast and pull out the fear
Casting an artful arm beyond the horizon
set down a new game in a new love’s garden.
They’ve done it so; whenever lost and known
As the hull bows to Davy Jones’ show
Let him have it. He only sings well for the dammed
And our light lingers beyond the darkest sands.
Jan 1, 2021
Jan 1, 2021 at 2:52 PM UTC
In-between the notes
I find myself
In the midst of hope
I find myself
In the depths of the dark
I find myself
In the deepest spaces of my heart
I find myself
I find myself
In this beautiful art
When life comes apart
I find myself
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 12:52 PM UTC
what the cat understands
whether he knows that he understands it
or not is that in everything
there can be newness
I do not know when he does most
of his sleeping,
but I watch each morning
as he greets the house,
lifting his nose up to everything
familiar in order to remember
where he is
he traces each surface
with his paws
wanders around and around
until he lays and falls
asleep, then again
waking with the same
dedication to discovery
he sits in the same windowsill
every day, looking out
at the same things,
concerning himself only
with the present
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 5:48 PM UTC
You want to be manipulated,
you like it this way,
to be robbed from your agency,
to be imprisoned deliberately.
And in the sandbox play as you will,
With known constraints
And known space to fill.
You want it altered just so enough
As to tell things apart,
But to be told where they belong,
Hinted at what’s right or wrong.
And in the new stuff find exhilaration ,
But newness is old news;
Just give them the passion.
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 11:52 AM UTC
Wedged somewhere between the aughts
In the early morning hours
What is it you hear?
Scatting of a bird
Or the ticking of the clock
Down the hall
The sun filters in, golden
Through wooden slats
Bitter coffee waits to be made
Sweet with cream and
Drops of maple
Home is slow and silent now
In this residual world
Where you rise and work
Busy yourself with tasks
Waiting to pick up where
Life left off
Spring is still here,
Blooming and cool
Soothing to the nervous spirit
You can still step outdoors,
Breathe in jasmine and fresh air
Humming, meditating, on newness
For now you follow a different routine
Connect, find comfort in what is
Around with new appreciation
Embrace a slow morning
And an easy evening
Sunshine and small escapes
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 1:22 PM UTC
I have the feeling
Of not knowing how to express
Any of what’s going on
But do I even know what I feel?
I have the feeling
Of letting go some big chunks
all of them belonging to the past
But can I even be sure they are gone for good?
I have the feeling
Of complete numbness at times
Completely overwhelmed by all and nothing
But isn’t numbness a feeling too?
I have the feeling
Of new things approaching me
In the sense of change in character
But does that mean this is who I want to be?
Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 12:21 PM UTC
I want
To breathe
To understand
What's wrong with me
I feel like this is temporary
This
newness
But I know it's permanent
The loneliness
I keep going
but I don't want to
Aug 16, 2019
Aug 16, 2019 at 2:18 PM UTC
Through growth and the quest for happiness,
I fall back hard when my mind gets too comfortable --
that the place I'm finally in, is the right place.
I got to learn that versions of right and happiness
change every single day.
The universe tends to bring me everything and anything that would help me grow through the situation.
New people,
a different vibration,
energy
and color.
The sun would even 'shine' differently for me.
The light gets too much...
and
that is the time I have to outgrow the old and welcome the new.
The journey is painful at times.
But the bigger picture is the newness of self that comes with it.
I swear to God,
I'm loving the person I am becoming.
To you,
may you find You in your own beautiful way.
Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 4:25 AM UTC
It feels just like yesterday, whispers
a croaking voice inside, so familiar,
but ownerless, like that same white van
passed on every morning’s commute, a canvas
where somebody beautiful took the time to
spraypaint in pukegreen bubbleletters
“WELCOME TO HELL”, to
urban sprawl, or capitalism,
or something? Something, slinking like a
roach through rotting throngs of desperation
marching blind through subwaycar shackles,
carrying away the hopes of tomorrow on
yesterday’s dollar, building justifications
for plunder out of cold metal and glass…
eyes open. I open the morning door,
pierced by a crow’s shadow at
oppressive dawn. Bleary, half-formed,
each step out of the homeshell and down
the street feeling slowed down, like
the air has hardened into a sea of fudge,
saccharine bliss of ***** birds resembling
the endless sobs of the guilty, keeping them
down, today, locked up inside—
I have wasted years
apologizing for not being
enough to replace this futility—
I have no butterfly net
big enough
to seize the day.
On the far side of an idyllic fence
a groundhog darts out from a hedgerow,
barreling awkwardly, shamelessly,
away from the familiar cover of the underbrush—
Sparkling, from this distance,
playfully glazed with new sun
this shuffling ball of fur
hurtles through the empty field…
Why can’t I?
Stepping up and into
public transport, metallic husk,
the question remains, lingering
far after the sounds fade out.
--Graham Kellner
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 7:18 PM UTC
At spawn of first light
Darkness embarks into the recesses of hibernation
And so begins the blinding incline,
the inevitable blonde coiled wreaths frustration is on the rise
forces a discharge so multiple and emanate,
the skyward black shrinks back
from panoptic reaches,
into a delinquent weakened rumor
When this daily task of ridding the black ends a victor
The climb continues upward in a high sky setting
Consequential over the mornings painstaking labors
Wiping from his brow,
in a waving motion
To release mists over global hydration
By welcoming this morning dew,
the earth is one more day new
and can take great relief in this rebirth
Assuring all parched famine will gain resolve
taking in their absolve
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC
In the age of digital media
All we want is a relationship full of photos
Uploaded on instagram
We want a simple love
A non complicated one
But that never happens
Because love is a complex necessity
But hey for once we can try to keep the freedom to ourselves
To love someone
And to like someone else for a while
To see what we're missing
But at the same time what we still have
Where our strength hangs is in ourselves
Not in others
We're complete with each other
And by ourselves
Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 2:41 PM UTC
Burgeoning branch tips
Ready and waiting to spring
Silent green fireworks.
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 11:51 AM UTC
*The essence of festivities all around
And the ray of hope
lit in our eyes
Few more days
And it begins.
Festival will come, once again
New attires, new hopes
shining in bright light.
Mother Goddess arrives,
to heal our mind.
9th and 10th day left
With good wishes all around
When Goddess Durga arrives
Returns back our smiles
And heart fills up with happiness.
With the arrival of Goddess Durga
Take back the past
Take back our past love
Take back everything
Which no longer belongs to us
And make us anew.*
Written originally in Bengali-
*Pujo pujo gondho
Amader sobar chokhe aalo
Kichu din aaro
Tarpor pujo aarombho.
Pujo aashbe, abar aasbey
Notun kapor, notun aaloker dhaara
Maa elo abar,
Mon k saariye deoyar jonno.
Nobomi r dashmi baki
Preeti o Shubhechha
Maa-r aagomone
Firbe abar haashi
Mon bhore Khushi
Elo Maa Durga
Aager din er kotha
Aager prem
Sob firiye nao
Amader notun kore dao.*
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 2:28 PM UTC
I like words
The way they give you power
To go anywhere
To do anything
To forget
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 7:48 PM UTC