365: Ideation Fixation

365: Ideation Fixation 

Well alright let’s get this shit started
Not any storm cue or anything
Don’t worry, kid, I’ll bring
Some reels that I’ve been having lately
Nothing that’s, honestly, very greatly

That one time I remember you said
Yeah I love you but this is too much
What’s too much? What things such
Have made you say these words
Word man, this word
More ridiculous than an irrational surd

Yeah I love you but I need some space
What space? You have the universe
Oh right, you told me that’s a curse
To own everything when you need nothin’
Oh but I’m nothing now? You shittin’

Me as usual, what a terrible man
Why do I stick around? Right, ’cause it’s love
And in my face laughs Jove
The god up there who decides our relos
Man oh man worse than his worshipper fellows

The last time you kissed me it was too short
Now I sound like I’m complainin’
Or really, maybe I’m just whinin’
Always starving me of my addiction
Quick hand it over I need a fixation

Yeah I’m writing this rap
It’s poetry in motion, and it’s visually divine
Sorry Bliss n Eso, hope you don’t mind
I’ve stolen a couple of your lines

Sorry for the shit ballad
I tried my best for my first time
First time for everything, divine sublime
Hand me over to the darkness
I think that’s enough, though would I rather see
Blackness or blindness?


~ Serendipitous

A rap ballad. Since I haven’t written poetry since November. Or whenever it was the last time.

2.04 am



294: New People

294: New People

Some new people you talk to, meet once
Never see them again for a long time
But on the Internet there they are
Hello, hello, how’s it been?

You talk about things
Mutual interests, friends in common,
People in the past, school,
Everything under the sun

You begin to like them so much more
It’s ok to give up a day’s work
What they talk about makes you happy
So happy

Happy enough to dance and prance
Around the house, giggling childishly
Such is the life of a little girl
Making new friends


~ Serendipitous

287: Winter’s Summery Afternoon

287: Winter’s Summery Afternoon

Lately, I’ve noticed that every August, winter picks out a day for a preview of the summer that is come. 23 August 2015, I think that might’ve been a Friday but I remember that night like it was summer. I’d gone to bed in only a nightie and short shorts because it felt so much like summer, but then in the morning I woke up shivering and in pain.

Yesterday was my first taste of summer after what seemed like a long winter. I loved it so much, but it only lasted until nightfall. But it’s a memory I’ll treasure, the taste of my favourite season in another.


~ Serendipitous

285: Counting the Minutes

285: Counting the Minutes

When we’re bored, when we’re waiting for a boring class
To be over, we count the minutes
Separate an hour into 6 chunks of 10 minutes
Drag ourselves through each one

And then when we’re having fun
We forget to count the minutes
And then our fun’s over
Back to counting minutes for boring classes again…


~ Serendipitous