ⴽⴰⵔⵉⵎⴰ [karima]
@koelh.bsky.social
amazigh
linguaphile
runner
i write poetry..
loving madly..
dusk before dawn..
#existentialism #art #books #poetry #tendersoul
linguaphile
runner
i write poetry..
loving madly..
dusk before dawn..
#existentialism #art #books #poetry #tendersoul
Pinned
close to skin
is the s c e n t
of memory,
and from her lungs
a total
absence
of oxygen
as she
d
r
o
p
s
to the bottom
of the ocean
of her soul.
#poetry
is the s c e n t
of memory,
and from her lungs
a total
absence
of oxygen
as she
d
r
o
p
s
to the bottom
of the ocean
of her soul.
#poetry
“who am i
when the lights go out?”
she asked,
as her resolve crumbled
like soft, unheld earth—
there is rain falling
the drape of fabric failing
to shield the soul
and there is the quiet #pain—
a hollow ache
in hollow spaces,
a debt
paid in shadows
for a light
she has yet
to name
#vss365 #poetry
when the lights go out?”
she asked,
as her resolve crumbled
like soft, unheld earth—
there is rain falling
the drape of fabric failing
to shield the soul
and there is the quiet #pain—
a hollow ache
in hollow spaces,
a debt
paid in shadows
for a light
she has yet
to name
#vss365 #poetry
February 3, 2026 at 6:39 PM
i scratched
at my heart
until a rare pearl
entered my soul
a smile turning winter
into muted golds,
a gentle w a v e
that stills the tide
#poetry
at my heart
until a rare pearl
entered my soul
a smile turning winter
into muted golds,
a gentle w a v e
that stills the tide
#poetry
February 2, 2026 at 9:31 PM
i scratched
at my heart
until a rare pearl
entered my soul
a smile turning winter
into muted golds,
a gentle w a v e
that stills the tide
#poetry
at my heart
until a rare pearl
entered my soul
a smile turning winter
into muted golds,
a gentle w a v e
that stills the tide
#poetry
pulled into light,
his eyes
hold tenderness,
her heart
seeks the soft,
hidden corners of his #soul—
they,
a velvet centre
where edges blur,
a warmth that l i n g e r s,
fighting the cold
#vss365 #writing #poetry #blueskypoets
his eyes
hold tenderness,
her heart
seeks the soft,
hidden corners of his #soul—
they,
a velvet centre
where edges blur,
a warmth that l i n g e r s,
fighting the cold
#vss365 #writing #poetry #blueskypoets
February 2, 2026 at 7:09 PM
pulled into light,
his eyes
hold tenderness,
her heart
seeks the soft,
hidden corners of his #soul—
they,
a velvet centre
where edges blur,
a warmth that l i n g e r s,
fighting the cold
#vss365 #writing #poetry #blueskypoets
his eyes
hold tenderness,
her heart
seeks the soft,
hidden corners of his #soul—
they,
a velvet centre
where edges blur,
a warmth that l i n g e r s,
fighting the cold
#vss365 #writing #poetry #blueskypoets
February 2, 2026 at 3:48 PM
February 2, 2026 at 2:38 PM
vacuuming the air
from the marrow,
sustaining life
as they break
into fragments,
they gather feverish hearts,
taste love
with time held bare—
it never reveals,
only deepens
the sonic portrait
of their soul
#poetry
from the marrow,
sustaining life
as they break
into fragments,
they gather feverish hearts,
taste love
with time held bare—
it never reveals,
only deepens
the sonic portrait
of their soul
#poetry
February 1, 2026 at 11:25 PM
vacuuming the air
from the marrow,
sustaining life
as they break
into fragments,
they gather feverish hearts,
taste love
with time held bare—
it never reveals,
only deepens
the sonic portrait
of their soul
#poetry
from the marrow,
sustaining life
as they break
into fragments,
they gather feverish hearts,
taste love
with time held bare—
it never reveals,
only deepens
the sonic portrait
of their soul
#poetry
the thought flowed
from her lips—
fracturing
the calcified silence
where she yielded
her sins—a paper cut
of veracity
to the wound
#writing #poetry #blueskypoets
from her lips—
fracturing
the calcified silence
where she yielded
her sins—a paper cut
of veracity
to the wound
#writing #poetry #blueskypoets
February 1, 2026 at 9:40 PM
the thought flowed
from her lips—
fracturing
the calcified silence
where she yielded
her sins—a paper cut
of veracity
to the wound
#writing #poetry #blueskypoets
from her lips—
fracturing
the calcified silence
where she yielded
her sins—a paper cut
of veracity
to the wound
#writing #poetry #blueskypoets
the night
leaned closer,
wind biting into skin,
where darkness
had f a l l e n
breath lingers,
heat gathers
without touch—
a tender ache flooding
back into her
#writing #poetry #blueskypoets
leaned closer,
wind biting into skin,
where darkness
had f a l l e n
breath lingers,
heat gathers
without touch—
a tender ache flooding
back into her
#writing #poetry #blueskypoets
February 1, 2026 at 3:14 PM
the night
leaned closer,
wind biting into skin,
where darkness
had f a l l e n
breath lingers,
heat gathers
without touch—
a tender ache flooding
back into her
#writing #poetry #blueskypoets
leaned closer,
wind biting into skin,
where darkness
had f a l l e n
breath lingers,
heat gathers
without touch—
a tender ache flooding
back into her
#writing #poetry #blueskypoets
she stops
where the shore
meets the sea
“are you running
toward something,
or away
from everything?”
the answer
t h r o b b e d
in the marrow,
to no longer
be the mist,
but the stone
that breaks
the wave
#poetry
where the shore
meets the sea
“are you running
toward something,
or away
from everything?”
the answer
t h r o b b e d
in the marrow,
to no longer
be the mist,
but the stone
that breaks
the wave
#poetry
January 31, 2026 at 8:36 PM
she stops
where the shore
meets the sea
“are you running
toward something,
or away
from everything?”
the answer
t h r o b b e d
in the marrow,
to no longer
be the mist,
but the stone
that breaks
the wave
#poetry
where the shore
meets the sea
“are you running
toward something,
or away
from everything?”
the answer
t h r o b b e d
in the marrow,
to no longer
be the mist,
but the stone
that breaks
the wave
#poetry
January 31, 2026 at 7:41 PM
a valiant heart
r o u s i n g her hunger—
reaching to touch
morning air,
cool on the tongue
a trail of mist,
of heat and breath,
shifting
into m o t i o n—
her hunger is not
for the soft mercy
of snow,
but for the shriven
clarity
of
flame
#poetry
r o u s i n g her hunger—
reaching to touch
morning air,
cool on the tongue
a trail of mist,
of heat and breath,
shifting
into m o t i o n—
her hunger is not
for the soft mercy
of snow,
but for the shriven
clarity
of
flame
#poetry
January 31, 2026 at 4:17 PM
a valiant heart
r o u s i n g her hunger—
reaching to touch
morning air,
cool on the tongue
a trail of mist,
of heat and breath,
shifting
into m o t i o n—
her hunger is not
for the soft mercy
of snow,
but for the shriven
clarity
of
flame
#poetry
r o u s i n g her hunger—
reaching to touch
morning air,
cool on the tongue
a trail of mist,
of heat and breath,
shifting
into m o t i o n—
her hunger is not
for the soft mercy
of snow,
but for the shriven
clarity
of
flame
#poetry
January 31, 2026 at 1:19 PM
dusted in snow,
a w a v e of longing
crested—
time stuttered,
heat crawled
sculpting her skin;
she gathered his smile
into her eyes making light—
drawing her deeper
into his r h y t h m
#poetry
a w a v e of longing
crested—
time stuttered,
heat crawled
sculpting her skin;
she gathered his smile
into her eyes making light—
drawing her deeper
into his r h y t h m
#poetry
January 30, 2026 at 9:34 PM
dusted in snow,
a w a v e of longing
crested—
time stuttered,
heat crawled
sculpting her skin;
she gathered his smile
into her eyes making light—
drawing her deeper
into his r h y t h m
#poetry
a w a v e of longing
crested—
time stuttered,
heat crawled
sculpting her skin;
she gathered his smile
into her eyes making light—
drawing her deeper
into his r h y t h m
#poetry
p e e l i n g her soul
from their wall,
she hunches
against the tearing
her voice swells—
sculpted by force,
eyes catching the glint
of mirrored combat,
every gaze
a blade
turned back
on the bone,
fatigue crests
in her chest,
an ash-white heat
b u r n i n g
everything
it touches
#writing #poetry
from their wall,
she hunches
against the tearing
her voice swells—
sculpted by force,
eyes catching the glint
of mirrored combat,
every gaze
a blade
turned back
on the bone,
fatigue crests
in her chest,
an ash-white heat
b u r n i n g
everything
it touches
#writing #poetry
January 30, 2026 at 7:26 PM
she keeps testing depth
only to be p u l l e d back
to the surface
of skin—
to weather surfaces
without becoming
enslaved
by their gilded
seductions;
to turn
the soul to truth
or merely intoxicate
its marrow
with the shimmer
of hollow light
#poetry
only to be p u l l e d back
to the surface
of skin—
to weather surfaces
without becoming
enslaved
by their gilded
seductions;
to turn
the soul to truth
or merely intoxicate
its marrow
with the shimmer
of hollow light
#poetry
January 30, 2026 at 5:23 PM
she keeps testing depth
only to be p u l l e d back
to the surface
of skin—
to weather surfaces
without becoming
enslaved
by their gilded
seductions;
to turn
the soul to truth
or merely intoxicate
its marrow
with the shimmer
of hollow light
#poetry
only to be p u l l e d back
to the surface
of skin—
to weather surfaces
without becoming
enslaved
by their gilded
seductions;
to turn
the soul to truth
or merely intoxicate
its marrow
with the shimmer
of hollow light
#poetry