Tag Archives: #ghost

This house

This house

Empty now

Once filled

With this

Life

Now memories

Things still strewn

Around

A stereo

A toaster

Wind blowing

Old crackling

Papers

There’s

A bookshelf

Of crystal

Creatures

A lavendar

Sofa

Still here

I stay solo

A ghost

&

One brisk

Cold day

I venture

Out to haunt

The town

For all

The wrong

Those there

Have done

The house

Knows

the stories

&

It sends me

On my way

When I return

From

My poltergeist

Life

At the end

Of the day

Vapour tea

&

Ghost toast

Await me

&

Me & this house

We continue on

Living after

Our secrets

Gone

We

Still

Together

© Niliema Karkhanis


For the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge at Go Dog Go Café


Featured image by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash


In transparency

An eventful

Monday

The ghost

That I am

I greet you

In transparency

Typing out

A story

Which begins

On you & ends

On a Wednesday

On you

Eventful Monday

I learned about

The holiday

The deception

To the cauldron

It took 2 days

To finish

What you’d

Begun

& on

A new

Moon’s day

I weigh

The way

I feel

& I say

Thank you

Eventful

Monday

For in

Your quotient

Your potion

All was known

By Friday

© Niliema Karkhanis


For a March Writing Challenge prompt: An Eventful Monday; via Emine Beasley


Featured image by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash


A/void: revised

Photos by Samphan Korwong from Pexels

We are like ghosts

Churning ourselves out

Instead of to butter

To vapour

Holding to our

Telephones

For life

Here we live

Sending ourselves

Machines

Our houses

From robots

Androids

Time cards

A\void

Work goes

Tick tock

Nothing stops

& we don’t want it to

For the time is now

Resting

To persist

To resist

Singing

Signals

Singularly

Heart sent

Love

React

Meant

Messages to avoid the void

Messengers to upload the void

The universe fills itself with itself

& so we are reborn

© Niliema Karkhanis

the wind passes through us

Photo by Ithalu Dominguez from Pexels

the wind passes through us

inside us

ghosts

we are dead

we are there

in the breeze

& then gone

& then there again

we eat the air

we breathe the sky

we live in dreams

we wear what we please

we sparkle in sunlight

on night we glow

we cry in songs

we are the sounds

you can’t place

the memories you can’t

quite remember

we are the choices

that were made for us

sometimes we are the ones we made for ourselves

we are the whispers in leaves

the bird songs at dusk

the quiet of remembering

on air we float

it is the only house

we know

where in those

moments

our breath

is a mutter

we tell a story

of life before

when we were

alone

what lurks

in plain sight

are the deaths

we’ve had

they are the clouds

in our atmospheres

the moons

in our twilights

they mark our pasts

they tell our futures

when we wanted

things were taken

all in the end

with no admission

all of this

all that we are

it is the end

it’s also the beginning

 Ⓒ 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 […]

You leave it in the corner

© Niliema Karkhanis