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Coincidence

Coincidence by nrk

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© Niliema Karkhanis

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


Ever forever

Ever tells

Forever

Recalls

Possibles

~○~

The fortune

Of cold

Understanding

Repels

Despite

Ourselves

~○~

Wanting

To stay

& to leave

However

You know

It’s forever

~○~

Over

~○~

& all

You are

Is there

At the

Moment

Forever

~○~

Forever

Is never

Ever

Forever

Ever

~○~

Regular

Splendour

Tender

Candour

The door

Itself

~○~

The cat

On the

Mat

Appealing

Feline

Emerald

Eyes

~○~

Psychically

Calling

For

This room

Is not

All we’re

Meant to

Be in

~○~

Friend

There is

So much

More

For us

To be

Yet

© Niliema Karkhanis

Featured photo by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash

Nevertheless

You did blanket me

In a love like no other Nevertheless

Chilled spine

Unchecked elation Wrapping cloth

Around

My ghost body

In summer’s full Melancholic

Heatwave

Sunsets & storms Couldn’t save us

From the pain of death

© Niliema Karkhanis

Nevertheless

Photo by MUILLU from Unsplash

The bone machine

Sometimes things catch up with you. Like you weren’t running, but you’re just not where you could feel it all yet.

You put yourself in work, in art, in dreams, in songs, in podcasts, in television, in anything that makes the form of things alter a little. Bends the room. Brings glow.

You pull yourself out of the things that feel good. Things stop hurting because really they hurt too much. Holding onto breath.

Sometimes literally everything is upside down. Gravity a friend & a foe. Like time.

But like it’s when after a while you think ‘maybe I’m better this second’ & then the feels they take ahold of your hand & tell you about how this is it. This is it.

Breathing. The ache of it. One moment in front of another. Making things. Trying for the things you make to be enough. Trying for you to be enough for the things you make.

Then you don’t know. So you eat a snack. You sip caffeine with milk. & the sun beams into your crystalline eyes, remaking you.

Your skin of many lines & changes holding your heart within the bone machine. You absorb the orb’s writing rays.

& that star says ‘I made you, I made you’. Here’s some more of life.

© Niliema Karkhanis

Featured image by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash

Of comfort

1

You tried

You take

Comfort

In knowing

That

You tried

Questions

Always remain

Just the same

2

Under the cover

Of a laundry-warmed

Blanket

You are

Missing it

For when

It wasn’t there

This is how

Enjoyment

Can be

3

With you I felt

Things about myself

Both amazing

& like I could never

Ever even be like

Just regular

About anything

Again

& then

Messiness

Preceding

Some complete

Retopia

4

The cats were mostly at peace in the evenings. They enjoyed sleeping to television sounds.

5

I think it was hard for her, that not being believed part. It’s just how it is. It happens so often like that. & yet it’s always difficult to accept.

A perennial disjuncture.

6

Only the people who believe are of significance in your life when it comes to these things, they said.

This is very true. You remind yourself to focus on the people who love you. They know & they believe. & that’s all you need.

7

You stop fighting until you can’t. & then you fight some more until you can’t again anymore. & yet you make it to the end.

You break & bend.

Then everything that needs to, starts to make sense again.

& what doesn’t, now, it all makes you laugh.

© Niliema Karkhanis


For Your Daily Word Prompt: comfort


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


The projectionist

Photo by Noom Peerapong from Unsplash

~○~

what life lurks

in starlight

the moonlight

holds secrets

when life

itself

had lost

all meaning

even within

the confines

of beauty

~○~

still we went

climbing

towards

a fairy’s

empty nest

wherein lay

no answers

just another day

~○~

your

mortal wound

is nothing

if not

distracting […]

The projectionist

© Niliema Karkhanis

The projectionist

Photo by Noom Peerapong from Unsplash

~○~

what life lurks

in starlight

the moonlight

holds secrets

when life itself

had lost

all meaning

even within

the confines

of beauty

~○~

still we went

climbing

towards

a fairy’s

empty nest

wherein lay

no answers

just another day

~○~

your mortal

wound is nothing

if not distracting

there aren’t

many days

left still 

arriving takes 

forever though

in a ghost’s lair

you lay your dreams

on phantom words

artfully stalling

the inevitable

~○~

isn’t that why we

went up there

to learn

the same lesson

this time

with a promise

of change

every event

a box inside

another

every chance

at renewal 

another

box inside 

another

~○~

we let

the heart

show its

inevitability

give its

innermost

among fairies

among

phantoms

& among

unicorns

~○~

the movie plays

every scene

the projector

&

the projectionist

turning reels

inside of boxes

inside of other 

boxes

~○~

© Niliema Karkhanis


Authour’s note: a most treasured work from a spring & summer of words


Cover image by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash