Tag Archives: #concrete

Reading & writing

~○~

The stories

I wrote for you

& you for me

Reading you

Reading me

Reading me

Reading you

I believed

In the stories

The stories

Believed in me

I think at some point

You believed too

~○~

If we had anything

We had worlds

& we had words

~○~

If you could read me […]

Reading & writing

© Niliema Karkhanis

Reading & writing

~○~

The stories

I wrote for you

& you for me

Reading you

Reading me

Reading me

Reading you

I believed

In the stories

The stories

Believed in me

I think at some point

You believed too

~○~

If we had anything

We had worlds

& we had words

~○~

If you could read me

The way you wrote me

The way you wrote for me

Maybe things would

Be different today

They say

Try not to

Think that way

It’s not wrong to say

Still try not to

Think it anyway

~○~

Sometimes

Sound

Advice

Is lost on

The broken-hearted

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I wish I was in a place in my life where I was organizing a retrospective of my art instead of a retrospective of my feels…

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Me bleeding fear

Your anger clear

Who are you

After all these years

How could you

Take it all away

& blame me

At the close of day

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Those pieces from us

Where are those choices of us

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Empty notebooks

Deleted pages

Love deactivated

~○~

© Niliema Karkhanis

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dispatches from quarantine 2: passing days

Photo by

Rikonavt

from Pexels

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. here am i .

. i remember .

. i forget .

. i cry .

. what is .

¿ this space ?

¿ the after ?

. try .

. quiet .

. sleep .

. tears .

? why ¿

. far .  . away .

. music .

[…]

dispatches from quarantine 2: passing days

© Niliema Karkhanis

dispatches from quarantine 2: passing days

Photo by Rikonavt 
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

& 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