Tag Archives: #newwriting

Kitsch wish

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A kitsch bitch

Witchy wish:

Please do enjoy this

Delicious dish

Of sparkling

Ends of things

Sequins & resins

Cryings & flyings

Laughs & callings

Playing tricks

With your eyelids

Sometimes

We can have

Nice things

Pretty

Games

Shiny

Tiny

Little

Cutes

&

Later

All this glitter

Silver printed

Winter

Pastel tinted

Reflective cares

Making dares

Delighting in

Ephemerality

& her

Transparency

An ecstacy

Of mirror

Jewels

Design

Feels like home

To me

© Niliema Karkhanis

For the sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt ‘kitsch’

On Saturn’s turn

Photo by NASA from Unsplash

It’s saturday

& I think about

How once upon a

Saturn’s turn

I saved you

Out of

Incredible love

& fathomless

Fear

A celestial

Fairy tale

Forboding

Forbidden

I couldn’t bear

The absence

Of you

From our worlds

From our words

From that

Complicated

Dimension

Of you

That day

I held us

For a moment

& by the arrival

Of lilac dusk

My prediction

You would

Come to

End us

In sleep

We persisted

Existence

The coming days

Telling of

Fantastical love

Persistence

Upon my return

To Jupiter’s orbit

I met 2 moons

Coming back

To myself

& you

So far away

So close

You met

Me there

To say…

Well

I won’t

Repeat it

Anyway

© Niliema Karkhanis

These dreams

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These dreams

Are of consequence

To me

If to no one else

An imagination

Of death

Interrupted by

An interminable

Breath

Worlds conjured

On the tip of

A pen

Felt

I close my eyes

I open them

Hieræth

For a moment

Ethereal gift

Exhaling

Story sent

© Niliema Karkhanis

These dreams

A winter of things

Photo by Aaron Burden from Unsplash

The problem is

I wanted you to love me

I didn’t know what to do

Except comply

With your eyes

My heart beating

Irregularity

Of course

Of course I wanted for love

Don’t we all?

~○~

October came

The fall

Bringing

Decisions

Leaves turning

Dying

~○~

If I have died a thousand times

Died a million untimely

Deaths

What would there be left to say about it

After so much

Repetition

~○~

I thought I’d tell you about the friendship between that writer you like & that musician I love. They write about each other sometimes.

~○~

Winter arrives

Songs sung

Stop singing

Baking warmth

Cold winds

Say things about

The states of things

~○~

Another try

I die

For why

Do I try?

~○~

Taking to

The overwhelm

An answer or 2

It has to be enough

It has to be

It has to

Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis

Flour, salt, water

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Zoë from Unsplash

It was a Saturday afternoon. Animation audio spooling through the aqua, red-roofed bungalow. Cozy. She would let me play with the dough from whatever bread or baking she was making. She also made play dough for me, adding food colouring. She explains, not for the first time, that the homemade play […]

Flour, salt, water

Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis

The possibility of words 2: The life of ideas

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Perhaps

Words

Are the only

Possibility

For a sore

Intuition

Gut tellings

Tellings gutted

To their

Most crucial

Elements

Substance

Of the day

Wanting

Lexicon

Now is

As good as

Any a

Moment

To write

What’s already

Etched on the body

Inside the art

It stores

The ornate

Content on

Crystal windows

Delicious darkness

In sunlight

In twinkling

Night

Telling of

Melting cold

Printing

Threads

Whispering

Meaning

Entwining

Shared

Meaning

Meanings

Shared

For

The life

Of ideas &

For your life too

Too many words

Lost on you

Anyway

We made them


the possibility of words part one


© Niliema Karkhanis

Ethereal contemplations

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Weathered elations Untimely frustrations Engineered correlations

~○~

Characteristic hesitations

Courted associations Dependent celebrations

~○~

Tender complications Hidden striations Mystical revelations

~○~

Fortuitous incantations Assorted colourizations Paramount exulations

Ethereal contemplations

© Niliema Karkhanis

Paper & pen

Photo

by Carli Jeen

on Unsplash

You said the

Morning isn’t

Your time

Quietly Sipping tea

You make it work Anyway

Pain

You don’t know Anymore

Where

Everywhere

Here

You watch the day

You are it

It is about air

Air & shreds

Of things unsaid

You are about

Paper & pens

Pens & paper

Breathing […]

Paper & pen

Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis

Of meaninglessness

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Why are we hurt by certain things when we know our worth is greater than what has been done to us? Of course this is an eternal question.

We do all of the things. Self-care, work-to-avoid, soothe, distract, etc… & yet the pain never goes. It’s always hurt from things that shouldn’t be of such great consequence which is all the more unnerving.

I mean often of course it is a great trauma, & the depths of grief seem an endless traverse. This, however justifies itself through the healing process, because we know it was significant, such as the death of a parent, for example.

Those things though which are blips in our lives, or perhaps hadn’t much to do with us in terms of how we experience them, how we are treated, they can last for too long, our hearts enduring immeasurable suffering as a result.

I suppose that’s exactly the point, the most meaningless things are the most lingering. We put meaning into something relational or structural, & its eternal return happens to be meaninglessness. That’s very problematic on our bodies.

Perhaps there is nothing emptier than giving meaning to life & having it returned as cold confusion & meaninglessness.

Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis