#novelty
Open a bigger locket
In devout letters
To unhinge hours morality
Fending the pessimist off
Grasping empty,
In laying foundations
To refine and revere the life's span
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 12:51 PM UTC
You spend more time cradling your shell, lately
Coveting not the flesh of just any man
But the warmth of his skin - only
Tempering your own - rosy
Dulling the mind - *****
And curing the heart’s lonely:
~Ahh… Hare!
Suppose this must be what it means to burn —
Slowly.~
Nov 24, 2024
Nov 24, 2024 at 5:56 AM UTC
it's been used
quite meaninglessly
twice
maybe
three times
and
in between that
it is simply
a dust trap
in hindsight
it was
a waste
i must
have known
that it would
barely
if ever
get used
lured
beyond sense
and reason;
the novelty
behind the idea
silenced
any concept
of logic
or prudence
being able
to say
i own
the same typewriter
as such
a great mind
must mean
something
even so
if not
it shall remain
on display
esoteric
ironic
impotent
amidst the pages
of my bookshelf
Mar 30, 2022
Mar 30, 2022 at 7:24 AM UTC
i lick the sweet syrup from my fingers
so i can eat the same sticky pancake like it's new
i rearrange my room with the same three pieces of furniture
i've had since i was eleven and all the clothes i got from thrift stores thinking i could make them mine if i put holes in the knees and elbows
so i'm sorry if i keep starting over
always trying to love you from the beginning
Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 5:35 PM UTC
stars align in
a blanket of
future snow
dusting time's
plateau with
a smear of
red paint across
the fallen angel's
face shedding
tears in the naked
light from the
hollow of a
mirrored heart
playing shadows
like a work
of art
it's an expansive
drama of forgotten
leagues keeping
memories in silence
between the ravines
of what has and
what has yet. digital
ridges serrate the
landscape of quiet
burdens borne by the
beings of beastly
countenance
counting seven in
perpetuity in honor
of the bell that
tolled so long ago now.
there is a low roar
bellowing from the
womb of novelty
coming to upset the
balance bristling with
charged particles
of transmutation and
flashing in a dance of
lightning from
the void. born from
eternity to create in
time those wildest
dreams from the
darkness of God's mind.
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 7:03 AM UTC
There is a wonder and beauty in uncertainty,
that sparkling unknown that unfold before us
making each moment precious
for its rarity and inability to repeat.
So, I hope it brings you joy and peace.
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 11:54 AM UTC
Novelty means new
A Poetic Novelty?
Explain this to me!
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 9:26 PM UTC
Last night while teaching my niece
I told her "She is not paying
Attention", she said "she is",
and that she just paid it fifteen
Naira. By jove! the serious look on her
cute face while saying this had me laughing.
children given birth to these days are
as smart as a beautiful smartphone
and she only 3, last December
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 11:02 PM UTC
don't you dare smile
in the face of the
day. don't think for
a second that
you are in control
of your feelings.
see that person ahead?
don't acknowledge them.
head down, eyes forward,
mouth shut, heart
closed.
...good, now you're
getting the hang of
it. now, accept everyone
else's authority but
your own, amass financial
debt, relieve yourself
with the proper drugs,
find someone under
the same
enchantment as you
and call it love.
have kids because it's
the next step. raise them
in your image.
then,
watch them repeat the
same cycles
and as you're dying, have
a flash-thought-
"did I even notice who I was? what I wanted for this life?"
and as the thresh
ceases to be held you
light a candle of hope-
your love the spark,
your children the fed flame.
you say,
"they will sever the momentum I couldn't, they will
see it."
-after all they are made
to be better than you,
not simply blind copies.
yet as the kaleidoscopic walls
usher you on you wonder,
"how many of my ancestors have lit this same vela del lecho
de muerte? how many were hoping it was their daughter or
son?"
the security of tradition and
the risk-reward of novelty
played out across
lineages. both correct
and incorrect in their
own ways...
which one reaches through
the ages and hums
in
your spine?
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 8:37 PM UTC
Weary eyed shop workers curse the sight of dawn,
A drunken Hen stumbles and her tutu gets torn,
The smell of burning chip fat invades my nose,
‘Chips for breakfast?!’ I cry, chewing marshmallows,
I venture towards the tower feeling free as a bird,
When SPLAT on my shoe lands a seagull ****
Rough with the smooth - that’s what this town’s all about,
I think as a man pulls his Jokebooks out,
‘It’s for charity!’ he lies. ‘I live here mate..’
‘Oh right, soz love, fancy a date?’’
I ignore the geezer and gaze out to the sea,
Wondering where the Lochness Monster might be..
Soaking up the sights as 2 drunks start to fight,
‘OI’ I shout, as a kid sets a bin alight.
Skaters jump like kangaroos on the bandstand,
As health freaks tut, running rapid on the sand.
Children charge like apes in supersensory mazes,
While parents eye arcades with terror on their faces,
Suddenly crisp packets dance in the air,
As the wind picks up and whips at my hair.
‘It’s hometime for me!’ A hailstone hits my eyeball,
And the blue sky runs behind some grey clouds of storm,
There’s not many places with 4 seasons in a day!
So don’t let the weather throw you into disarray.
‘Blackpool’ I say, ‘a town of stark contrast…’
As a horse driven carriage then a rat stroll past.
A town to make memories no matter how worn,
That time never erases as new ones get born.
Back in Bispham, where the prom’s a bit safer,
The oldies don’t buy 3 Hammers, just pies and papers,
I step off the number 11 bus and shout ‘Thanks!’
The bus driver grunts, takes his hand out his pants,
Then speeds down our beautiful, glistening prom,
Full of lights that probably shouldn’t still be on.
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 4:16 PM UTC
Pursuing new things.
Focusing poorly on life’s routines.
Losing the novelty.
Struggling to maintain new habits.
Missing long conversations.
Craving unceasing attention.
Struggling now.
Disappointing failures.
Fearing novelty alone drew me.
Longing to know what’s best.
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 7:24 AM UTC
Novelty delays fine work.
A lack of interest in persistence as it were.
Oh Novelty you and your cousin Naivety
wrap me in delusion and play on my vanity,
You tell me Rome was built in a day,
that riches come quick to those who simply play.
Oh consistency, are we here again?
The constant whip to push through the day,
I'd rather just theorize and think my way.
Yes, a lazy poet I am, I rarely speak of grit.
Such a millennial they say, I think therefore I can.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 1:49 AM UTC
A dozen fellows draped in threadbare tread densely,
Profligating goons in obsidian gowns
gathered under rainbow
moonshine shaking bronze hands,
howling and ****** in the shambles of the moon,
rap'n and nod'n to the notes of midnight.
The mellow marines mourned over malice,
lionizing over lost ones,
many howled venerated, exalted in wonder
in favor of their thrilling grace, and delight,
and brilliance, and might!
but some neighboring sticklers,
behaved haughty and in disdain,
of the crowdy Cavaliers bellowing echoes
signaling out
to the seers of the sea,
singing to the wands overwatching the wedding,
and ravens listened,
roving like noble patrolsmen.
Traveleres and trainees at sea
humble and bright
niave, and frieghtened
in traverse,
volatile and toiling,
tireless,
Lunatics, (laughing, laughing, laughhing,)
Rumaging through rain,
fireciely,
rallying and rableroused,
through towering halls of mohogony,
hefty and wholesome were their hearts
though, beast of the woodsy edifice
were foul and benumb
scowling with contempt,
haste to devide and devised to hindrance.
Hence the heroes heed
to the valleys of rose, and violet,
and strawberry fields of forever,
seeking Saint Nicholas,
in the bustling Byzantium,
in the murky shadows of doubt.
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 10:08 AM UTC
Growing up, I was never trained to love Wonder Woman,
So when everyone threw her praise,
I knew I had to connect with her on my own.
I was never taught how to love her.
In the late hours, I found comfort in an
unmade bed, curled under her arm, over the curve in
her chest, slowly moving in from her shoulders.
She was raised hiding her heartstrings behind her ribs,
carrying an iron fist,
naturally trained to always protect emotion more than herself.
Bending structures and norms in society.
We always had the same gaps, yet somehow in other ways we
fit perfectly together.
Surrounded by others, we lived in a world on our own,
arms tangled like earbuds strewn across messy notes of pristine ideas.
Instead, we spent nights eating chocolate, playing cards, the background of
cliché yet novel sitcoms drawing us closer together.
Dissecting our hearts and minds in the early hours of the morning before
putting them back together and going back to another day.
See, we're never actually taught to love the people we seek to love more.
Here, I failed to understand how to connect, how to fuse two hearts together,
how to stop something right from going terribly wrong.
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 8:25 AM UTC
I'mnotreallysurewhatI'mwritingabout.
MaybeifIstartto slowdownitwill startto
makesome kindof sense.
There, that's much clearer!
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 10:05 PM UTC
What is better than a perfect success story?
Simple
A story where the hero is knocked down over and over only to find the strength to get up again and keep pushing forward
A life with only peaks and no valleys is like a story with no tragedy
Like a movie with no suspense
Where is the novelty in a predictable flow of butterflies and rainbows?
The risk of loss and the conquering of darkness is just as beautiful as the most wonderful pleasures that this world has to offer
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 7:21 PM UTC
All I’ll have is comfort in regularity
They will have adorable laughs
Unfamiliar smells
Novelty.
All I’ll have are years under my belt
They will have moments floating in question
Battering what-ifs
Possibilities.
All I’ll have is this skin that grows old
They’ll have a irresistible softness
New parts
Youth.
All I’ll have is unconditional love
They’ll have the luring atmosphere of excitement
New found ****** arousals
Lust.
All I have is me,
and that’ll never measure up to
Temptation.
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 11:46 PM UTC
Can you see me?
Am I just invisible
To your forever looking eyes?
Can't you see
How hard I've tried
To get myself here,
To be heard,
And now?
It appears my voice has been lost
Within the unforgiving crowd.
All I ever wanted,
Was to own a crown,
A place,
A thing
To call my own,
And yet?
It seems that no one,
Not one single person,
Gives a **** about the existence
Of a born tune
Given the life to do whatever they please
But?
You seem determined
On knocking her novelty down.
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC
Not too long ago,
Facebook and Twitter and other Social Networks
All seemed a novelty
A truce amongst unimaginative
Teens and kids and adults too
Whatever happened
To romantic paper printed notes
The blotched ink that actually meant something
Now it is loveless postings
And fake marriages
And fake relationships
This is all thanks
To the brain-cell killing
'Media'
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 1:18 PM UTC
She resonates intimidation,
Playfully,
Air of confidence
Strewn within
Loose, effortless hair.
A smile warm
And attractive
Despite imperfect teeth.
Wings; black and inked
Make her eyes fly.
She's alive with voice,
Drawn images
Making their ways on to skin.
Alive with enthusiasm
For all things smoked.
And it's impossible
Not to light her cigarettes-
Which you give to her-
Without some sensation
Of love.
As you watch,
Her lips clasp the filter:
Pulling in fire to light
Her buzz.
You want to be a part
Of the same songs she sings.
You want her in your life
As a constant.
Almost like I know I used to be,
Except your craving for her
Doesn't diminish
After large doses of time.
I'm a novelty,
Sizzling out.
She's a drug,
An addiction
Just beginning.
And we both know
How you are
About those.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC
You give me
or
Me give you
or
Give, me, you
or
You, me give
Three simple words
but mostly I just want You
or You give me you or give me You
Just give me, me.. you
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 8:24 AM UTC
I just want to tell You
I still You
Though it's been years since
I still feel the same
I try to dismiss the feeling
But when we like never before
then you told me " " the first time
I was so I couldn't reply
My memories cut out the parts
I'm holding on to the memories
Maybe I'm just still with the memory
And not You
Dedicated to whomever You is
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 11:52 AM UTC