Tag Archives: #aphoristic


when I fall and only I am there to catch myself on pavement or on thinned ice, who will remind me that I didn’t break this time and that being broken from before is not shameful at all?

I am no astronaut but that doesn’t mean I can’t see the future sometimes or that I’ll never see the universe.

© Niliema Karkhanis

Authour’s note: I thought that I had finished going through all my sets of writings, especially from previous glopowrimos, but I keep finding little gems.

This is glopowrimo poem 10, April 11, 2017 from collection 3 of nearly lost poetry past (unedited).

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This time

This time
you waited
went away
and everyone
came back
you spoke
And all
sun’s inside
out of
the heart

© Niliema Karkhanis

From collection 2 of nearly lost poetry past, Jan 23d, 2014 (unedited).

Of meaninglessness

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Why are we hurt by certain things when we know our worth is greater than what has been done to us? Of course this is an eternal question.

We do all of the things. Self-care, work-to-avoid, soothe, distract, etc… & yet the pain never goes. It’s always hurt from things that shouldn’t be of such great consequence which is all the more unnerving.

I mean often of course it is a great trauma, & the depths of grief seem an endless traverse. This, however justifies itself through the healing process, because we know it was significant, such as the death of a parent, for example.

Those things though which are blips in our lives, or perhaps hadn’t much to do with us in terms of how we experience them, how we are treated, they can last for too long, our hearts enduring immeasurable suffering as a result.

I suppose that’s exactly the point, the most meaningless things are the most lingering. We put meaning into something relational or structural, & its eternal return happens to be meaninglessness. That’s very problematic on our bodies.

Perhaps there is nothing emptier than giving meaning to life & having it returned as cold confusion & meaninglessness.

Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis

You can take that love & do something wonderful with it 💜

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Something stolen like that has to be remade or returned. It has to be taken & reinspired or it has to be reciprocated. One, the other or some. But not none. It wasn’t love meant for me. & broken-hearted, I come to accept this. Let it multiply in quantum even when you […]

You can take that love & do something wonderful with it 💜

Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis

💔 a broken heart deserves 💜

a broken heart deserves care & love as if she is her own entire self.

a beautiful self

her own self going about going about.

she is such a steady source of electricity,

she needs rest. we forget to remember her in our magic at the alter.

she is life even broken beating, arhythmically making her way.


© 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 

💜 Dispatches from quarantine 💜

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Dispatches From quarantine

I’m basically a robot Myself now

Or not myself now

I suppose

I work a lot

Then tell myself I don’t Because I suppose that’s easier than facing the nothingness


They often say there’s nothing that’s more of a void than meaninglessness, yet this timeframe is built upon it & […]

Dispatches from quarantine

 Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis

Infinity for sure

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You are what you need. When all sense evades, you find yourself lost & found in yourself.

If fatigue has immersed you. Know you are still with your core & quantum magnetism holds the universe together.

You will revive in one way or another through the indisputability of eternality.

You are eternal. That’s why we are given doubt.

So that we recognize infinity.

© Niliema Karkhanis

Ampersands, revisions & request for input


Did you know that the ampersand was once the 27th letter of the English alphabet? It’s truly one of my most favourite symbols.

This means ‘and’ was once a letter & so crucial it became a member of the alphabet; similarly written to the number 8, denoting infinity, yet the ampersand is beautifully open ended.

Well it’s no wonder how much I love the meaning in that because I never see any work as completely finished…why I’m also so fond of the ellipsis.

All this to say, dear blogosphere, I encourage you to take a look back at any of my previous pieces because I wake up with edits I hadn’t even thought of on my mind. & I want every poem to be the best it can be so I do implement them.

New stuff coming, however if you are curious, also about my writing process, you might be interested in rereads. 💜

Thank you for being here. This blog is doing unexpectedly well thanks to you. I’m really excited to share my writings with all of you.

Also, I’m thinking of blogging reflections on writing, & on creating poetry in particular. If you are interested, please let me know by liking &/or commenting, as well if there are any topics or tips you would be interested in reading from me about please let me know.

I may start this anyway, but would love your feedback. You can message me directly on the about page of my website as well.

If you have thoughts about ellipses & ampersands, please do leave those too…

© Niliema Karkhanis