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I guess

I guess
I couldn’t
Like…I
Guess
Understand
How to
React
To
Anything

I think
I just
Listened
To what
They said
& focused
On priorities

As much as
Possible
I’m kind
Of maybe
Only getting
It partially

Like I’m trying
You know
I’m always
Trying

I’m sorry
I just
Don’t
Understand

It’s not that
It’s out of
My hands

It’s that
I can’t
Be good
At things
I can’t
Be good at

I suppose, if you’d accepted my body. The make up of my body, you would have considered what it needed. What I needed. What I am. I am. I…

I just. I just. I just wanted us to have an entropy of phenomenon. Like an exception.

I guess
I guess

I am good
At rules
& I’m
Bad at rules

More & more
They say
That’s good

It is good
Isn’t it?

What isn’t good
Should break
Apart

Quantum
Re-assembly
Accounts
For all
That is broken

© Niliema Karkhanis


Authour’s notes: a final poem for day 11 of a month of poetry 2021.

I really have been working with consciousness streaming a lot. It’s a very effective way I have found to reach for the way I have processed ideas, experiences & emotions.

I’m playing with repetition here. & how I genuinely speak or lose words or think about things in song or in poetry.

Just thought I’d share some more in-depth writing process stuff, because the last couple of months really have me thinking about it again, especially as I’m writing more & developing more long-term themes & detailing my world-building more & more.

As a thought in conclusion, I’m mentioning the spontaneous writing flow work here because I truly believe if you practice tapping into this part of your brain function with respect to writing, you never have to copy anyone.

If you trust your gut & all your experiences with words. & I mean things like working a photocopy machine or filling out waybills for mailing packages or writing stories or writing social media posts, book reports, jokes…all of it.

Those are the 2 key places original writing comes from: ‘the back of your mind’, & from your experiences with life & language.

You never have to feel insecure in a way that you have nothing to say. All writers have the 2 things I have discussed here. & if you write from these 2 places, simultaneously, you will find uniqueness beyond your own imagination even.

Even boredom can be very creatively motivating…but that’s a topic for another time.

Thanks for reading. Please like &/or share if you feel like it. 💜


Featured image by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash


3rd floor liminality

It’s cold today
What a boring
Thing to say

They think

As they say it

It could be colder
Anyway
Somehow today
The cold is
In their bones
Still lately they’re not
So sad as they were

Just pensive
Busying themself
The best they can

Pain lurks
They have plans

Writing stories
Creative hands

They wonder about
New things
& for the first
Time in a long
Time they can
Set themself to
Them

Sickness sickness
It won’t go
But they won’t either
& as they come to
Love themself more
They come to understand
It

The winds
Blow strength
& fear into them
In their
3rd floor
Liminality

© Niliema Karkhanis


Featured image by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash


How?

I can’t

Understand

How I

Wake up

Each day

& yet

There

I find

Things

To do

& to say

Work fills

My pores

I open

Closed

Doors

Years

Are like

minutes

Enter

Exit

Dream visits

Unresolved

Edits

From pen

Upon words

Ink running dry

Before ends

Absurd

© Niliema Karkhanis

Featured image by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash

barometre

today

a migraine

a barometre

of pressure

warm air

aura

lifts

itself

vertigo

swirling

coolness

down

constriction

around

around

construction

of nervous

system

photo

sensitive

activation

profound

movement

stop

return

ow

response

vein

pulse

pain

again

wait

now

© Niliema Karkhanis

Featured image by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash

on a stream of flowers

Photo by Anthony from Pexels

~ ○ ~

you can say it again

& it would fall into

a pool of hope

streaming away

one more time

on a stream

of flowers

i grew

in my mind

blossoms

& blooms

for the future

of a body

a dream

a watery

reverie

where

my love

flowers

& flows

on crystalline

aquamarine

on a vast

sky of life

meant for

a time

when all of this

skin & organs

are a given

not a crime

flourishing

as fantastic flora

not crushed

sublime

you can say it again

& you’ll know

this time

your words

are tears

on the wind

of this life

filling the

waters of

our flight

~ ○ ~

© 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 […]

Body

What if I can’t?

Photo by Ann H from Pexels

Good evening from here dear blogosphere. A little poem of affirmation to remind us that we are doing everything & we deserve rest too. 💜💜💜

Sometimes

When I’m tired

As I am now

I question

Everything

About me

I then remind myself

As gently as I can

As long as I rest

As I am now

I can always

Resume

My incremental

Trajectory

 Ⓒ 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