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Vocabulary

In the habit
Of little
Things
Which
Make sense
Within
Senselessness

Meaninglessness
Is a nemesis
You know that
Yet I write like this

I hope you get something
From these words
Nonetheless

Needing to
Weave things
Up in symbols
Because words
Strive always
To get
To meanings

Though they do
Their best
We’re
Cycling
Changing

Of expression
I wish I could
Tell you
How much
It hurts to
Feel
Worthless

But you
Know as
Well as
I do
That that
Is one of
The hardest
Things to
Put lexicon
To

Thank you
Words
For helping
Us at all
To get to
Things
Which
Evade
Description

© Niliema Karkhanis


For the Word of the Day Challenge prompt ‘habit’


Authour’s note: a final poem for day 10 of glopowrimo, a month of poetry 2021.


Featured image by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash


Of meaninglessness

Photo by Alexandru Acea from Unsplash

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

consequences of the heart

consequences
of the heart
by nrk

the heart knows the consequence of surrender & chooses it anyway because love tells beautiful stories so it may live

nrk

© Niliema Karkhanis

Where is your anarchy?

Photo by
Anni Roenkae
from Pexels

Is it

For you

To decide

What I am

For you to

Assign me

An arcane

Rhyme

I don’t read

Old stories

For truth

My book

Is the new

~☆~

I’m not made

To hold you

While

You

Drop

Me

What did you

Expect

of me

While

I was

Falling

~☆~

Even

Falling

Uneven

I tried

To save us

From demise

A reprieve

A reprise

You

Would

Never

See

This fallacy

Ending

The entirety

Of

Something

Which

Wanted

To live

&

Be great

To give

&

To create

~☆~

You would

Not see

Not we

Nor the

Essence

Of me

The all

The intertext

The subtext

The context

Your

Pretext

Governing

Now

Where is

Your anarchy

~☆~

You made me

Jump towards

Nothing

Then

Blamed me

For falling

You couldn’t see

How you hurt me

While

Holding

To

Air

To

Your wall

I call

You

Allow

Me

You

Let

Me

&

I

Fall

&

I

Fall

 Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis

Star-crossed

Photo by Igor from Pexels

Star Crossed

The heart sounds
Resounds
With the mundanity
Of all of it

Why does boredom
Have to hurt so much?
It’s not boredom
It’s fear

In that one song 
He said it:
Life is a fear
Of 
Falling

And
He
Wasn’t
Wrong

I spent myself
On withered leaves
Because 
Like them

My value was lost
On me upon
The coming season
As I knew

All along
We were 
Star-crossed
Still we were

Our own

Magic

© Niliema Karkhanis