Tag Archives: #abstraction

& life is something


I need to tell you

I have faced death many times

& life is something


© Niliema Karkhanis

dispatches from quarantine 2: passing days

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from Pexels

. here am i .

. i remember .

. i forget .

. i cry .

. what is .

¿ this space ?

¿ the after ?

. i try .

. quiet .

. sleep .

. tears .

? why ¿

. far . 

. away .

. music .

. plays .

… a sigh …

. it’s not .

. so far .

. & it is .

. i find .

© Niliema Karkhanis

One feeling after another

Wandering in

The dawn

With

Unsuspecting

Disbelief

As spilt milk

Cries itself

To sleep

& picks

Itself up

A starting

Over

One feeling

After another

© Niliema Karkhanis

They stood at the edge of the world 

They stood at the edge of the world  & opened a small container

Inside a light and a song Inside all the questions And all of the answers Inside all the noise

And all the silence

How could something so small and simple Something at the edge of time and space

Hold everything

& hold […]

They stood at the edge of the world 

Hunger

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by Olya Kobruseva 
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I only

Nourish myself

To be

Dedicated

I draw pictures
Write words
Sing songs

The crying has stopped
No peace though
None

I am not entirely sure why I’m here
I have come to understand
That that is of no consequence
~
You can’t argue with life
You tell yourself
Again

You can’t always question
What it is you are
Again & Again

You can’t always wonder
About being
Again & Again & Again

~
You left me there
I couldn’t have made a place in that hole anyway

You said you were not of this world perhaps
& perhaps that’s true

I think it’s escapism

We all need it

© Niliema Karkhanis

the wind passes through us

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the wind passes through us

inside us

ghosts

we are dead

we are there

in the breeze

& then gone

& then there again

we eat the air

we breathe the sky

we live in dreams

we wear what we please

we sparkle in sunlight

on night we glow

we cry in songs

we are the sounds

you can’t place

the memories you can’t

quite remember

we are the choices

that were made for us

sometimes we are the ones we made for ourselves

we are the whispers in leaves

the bird songs at dusk

the quiet of remembering

on air we float

it is the only house

we know

where in those

moments

our breath

is a mutter

we tell a story

of life before

when we were

alone

what lurks

in plain sight

are the deaths

we’ve had

they are the clouds

in our atmospheres

the moons

in our twilights

they mark our pasts

they tell our futures

when we wanted

things were taken

all in the end

with no admission

all of this

all that we are

it is the end

it’s also the beginning

 Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis

Where is your anarchy?

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Anni Roenkae
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Is it

For you

To decide

What I am

For you to

Assign me

An arcane

Rhyme

I don’t read

Old stories

For truth

My book

Is the new

~☆~

I’m not made

To hold you

While

You

Drop

Me

What did you

Expect

of me

While

I was

Falling

~☆~

Even

Falling

Uneven

I tried

To save us

From demise

A reprieve

A reprise

You

Would

Never

See

This fallacy

Ending

The entirety

Of

Something

Which

Wanted

To live

&

Be great

To give

&

To create

~☆~

You would

Not see

Not we

Nor the

Essence

Of me

The all

The intertext

The subtext

The context

Your

Pretext

Governing

Now

Where is

Your anarchy

~☆~

You made me

Jump towards

Nothing

Then

Blamed me

For falling

You couldn’t see

How you hurt me

While

Holding

To

Air

To

Your wall

I call

You

Allow

Me

You

Let

Me

&

I

Fall

&

I

Fall

 Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis

They stood at the edge of the world 

They stood at the edge of the world 

& opened a small container

Inside a light and a song

Inside all the questions

And all of the answers

Inside all the noise

And all the silence

How could something so small and simple

Something at the edge of time and space

Hold everything

& hold nothing

Here at the edge of the world

Everything and Nothing

They stood at the edge of the world

They stood at the edge of the night

They stood at the edge of the light

They held to the box

Of everything

& nothing at all

Somewhere

On this sphere

In their hands

Meaning

Abides


She stood at the edge of the world

 Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis