Tag Archives: #emotion

Body

From a loose
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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

💜 You leave it in the corner 💜

You leave it in the corner and wonder if you will ever get back there to that corner of the world. Small places have less corners to fill. But you try still, because empty places feel temporary, harsh, undecorated.

‘This is all temporary,’ you say. 

They don’t look away from nothing important on the television […]

You leave it in the corner

© Niliema Karkhanis

You leave it in the corner

You leave it in the corner and wonder if you will ever get back there to that corner of the world. Small places have less corners to fill. But you try still, because empty places feel temporary, harsh, undecorated.

‘This is all temporary,’ you say. 

They don’t look away from nothing important on the television because they don’t want to hear that. 

Impermanence is the thing we’re all ignoring while it’s happening all around us. 

There’s nothing to disagree about between you & them. So why not question existence? This is how people pass the time isn’t it?

You take up painting not long after that. And they slowly move out over the last few weeks of the month. It was a gradual move. You hardly notice until years later.

After those years go by, you find yourself remembering past times. Nostalgia comes around now & again, mostly because things have changed with you kind of pretending nothing could. It was like you couldn’t face it.

Then you notice little things about yourself; changes which accumulate over time, while you are trying to forget yourself altogether. Things which aren’t obvious. Suddenly you are curious about yourself because you realize enough time has passed & you remember yourself. 

You decide you are there & you need to walk away from the ghost. So you mark time in journals, pay attention to how you like things, remember your favourite everything. You live again. Somehow.

© Niliema Karkhanis

💜 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

Time forgotten

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Good night from here dear blogosphere. Didn’t want those of you newer to reading my work to miss this gem from the beginning days of Songs for Now. Enjoy & sweet dreams. 💜

https://niliema.wordpress.com/2021/02/11/time-forgotten/

 Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis

Love which sews you

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Ultimately 
Is nothingness
A whole world of unreality

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

Notes on writing process 1

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I think the most important thing to do with poetry is to write what comes to you intuitively & just get it down. Let yourself really go with it if you can. Keep notes, prompts, titles which come to mind, or have them in the background of your write in some way &/or go with what moves you in the moment.

Sometimes I draw before I write. I use text in my drawings. Sometimes those words become a part of my overall poetics.

A lot of times you will have something specific to say, however many great works of poetry are borne out of clear spontaneity, & good editing (not my forté haha).

Which brings me to my next point, that a lot of the great work of making poetry is in the editing. I’ll have to make posts about editing in particular as this goes along. For now I’ll say try not to think about the edits too much until it’s time.

You need to give yourself permission to write stuff you aren’t taken with too.

Like, I wrote a lot in the summer & then could barely journal or draw for 3 months. Still, in that time, I tried to write some poetry & honestly it was the worst; after a summer of not perfect writing, but stuff I was really pleased with consistently. 

& here’s the thing, if you’ve read this far, thank you, & here is the thing: I wrote poetry I literally laughed at & for the first time in my life, I let myself fail at probably one of my like 2 skills I’m kinda proud about. Because I knew I didn’t have more than that, but I still sat down to remind myself I’m a writer when I knew I couldn’t. 

Dear blogosphere, I must have written that night for no more than 5 minutes, & there I was congratulating myself for something which otherwise would have embarrassed me intensely, without even having to be criticized by a single soul. 

I gave myself permission to fail because I know what it means to be consistent.

& mind you it was in the middle of those months. By that point, I was out of practice & dealing with life things. But I wrote for 5 minutes.

I have chosen writing as my main art form because you can do it anywhere at any time even in your head writing is happening before it entirely becomes something. & poetry feels good. It is a wonderful tool for processing emotions & ideas.

So you can always have faith in yourself as a creative writer, even when you feel like you’re not writing or writing how you aspire to. That’s the permission to know you are always creating even when you can’t reach a pen.

When I say write from your gut, let yourself fail. Yet when you’ve found that spark again, remember that permission. Because that’s permission to reach inside yourself whether you know what’s coming out or not, to connect with something or someone around you, generating ideas from culture & personal meaning. 

Find that originality in your core self as you are. Take ideas & enjoy them as they sing.

© Niliema Karkhanis