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after another

You can find this new poem here:

https://niliema.wordpress.com/2021/02/25/one-feeling-after-another/

© Niliema Karkhanis

At the door

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

At the door

Day knocks

It screams

Through the quiet

You let yourself

Into the room

Full of dancing sunlight

You let the rays wash over you

Like it’s 

The only warmth

That has something

To give

The story takes place

In a day which never ends

This is the promise of night

Endless day

When the sun turns away

The moon makes

Its judgements

Reflecting on what the sun has said

You let yourself 

Out of the room again

Night thickens

Becomes a gel

Then a solid

You are gone 

To those dreams

The solid night

Encases you

As the

Night 

Dissolves

Into day

You remember

The things you

Tried to forget

Over & over

You remember them

And you convince yourself

That they are lies

Because lies are what 

Run this place

Where is everything

You search

Endlessly

Life can be 

So small sometimes

So infinitely small

And so infinitely

Massive

With no beginning

And no known

Ending

Except

The Inevitable

Sets in

Every end

Does have

A start

You sing to yourself

As you weep

And you pretend

It’s not 

The end 

At all

 Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis

& then the flowers they bloom again

Photo by

Karolina Grabowska 

from Pexels

This was not

Meant for us

We did

Not know

Though

Through

We loved

We were

Not there

To find

The answers

To everything Everything changes Every flower opens Then goes away

Every sound

On waves

Leaves

To return

Another day

Another season

Another year

Years go by

Taking With them

Time […]

& then the flowers they bloom again

 Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis

Where is your anarchy?

Photo by
Anni Roenkae
from Pexels

Good morning from here dear blogosphere. 💜 Resharing this new work. I’m very pleased with how it turned out. Wherever you enjoy it from, I hope this song finds you poetical. 💜

Is it

For you

To decide

What I am

For you to

Assign me

An ancient

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 […]

Where is your anarchy?

 Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis

Where is your anarchy?

Photo by
Anni Roenkae
from Pexels

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

Body

From a loose
colouring book page Colouring by nrk

My body

Broken to some

To me

It’s my whole

& only beautiful place

Within this universe

In such vast existence

Biodiversity

Need be

Cherished

Why should bodies

Be hiding

Behind norms

Which

Distill

Disdain

Human

Experience

Disdain

Disability

We exist

We are made

We are told

We choose

We survive

We are here

We know

Who we are

Disability

Is not wrong

That is all

Not this

Photo by

Skylar Kang

from Pexels

This 

Not this

This overbearing

Sense

Of that thing

You can’t

Quite name

About it

Under a clear blue sky You are not clear 

Like the transparency Of the celestial screen

This

Not this

Cloudy

Swirling

Repeat

Repetition of

That indelible

Feeling

Ink of

The impression

Of 5 things you thought you already knew […]

Not this

 Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis

Not this

Photo by
Skylar Kang
from Pexels

This 
Not this
This overbearing
Sense
Of that thing
You can’t
Quite name
About it
Under a clear blue sky
You are not clear 
Like the transparency
Of the celestial screen

This
Not this

Cloudy
Swirling
Repeat
Repetition of
That
Indelible feeling
Ink of
The impression
Of
5 things you thought you already knew
The article reads
About
This
Not this
Using words
You wish
Weren’t there
You read
You write
Without words
Because
They don’t 
Mean 
Anything 
Anymore
This
Not this
No
The
Unfathomable
Realization
Comes over you
In waves
Phantasmagoric
Air of stark grey
Melancholia
Eyes making
Nights
Then days
Words won’t
Cure
Notes won’t
Sing
This
Not this
Nothing
Can fix
This
Not this

 Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis