ⴽⴰⵔⵉⵎⴰ (Karima)
@koelh.bsky.social
artist
#existentialism #poetry #books #tendersoul
#existentialism #poetry #books #tendersoul
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ⴽⴰⵔⵉⵎⴰ (Karima)
@koelh.bsky.social
· Dec 21
There’s a quiet strength in vulnerability. I might feel exposed, but I’m not drowning. I’m not ashamed to admit I’ve spent much of my life running away from myself. But it’s never too late to embrace vulnerability. Bear with me as I learn to accept mine—because the artist in me is still here. #art
November 18, 2025 at 9:03 AM
the love she held
for them
crushed e v e r y feeling
that lived before
or would ever
live after;
the heart has no reason
when it loves this d e e p—
yet she never wished to
escape
feelings that t r a n s c e n d e d
her reality.
#poetry
for them
crushed e v e r y feeling
that lived before
or would ever
live after;
the heart has no reason
when it loves this d e e p—
yet she never wished to
escape
feelings that t r a n s c e n d e d
her reality.
#poetry
November 17, 2025 at 10:18 PM
the love she held
for them
crushed e v e r y feeling
that lived before
or would ever
live after;
the heart has no reason
when it loves this d e e p—
yet she never wished to
escape
feelings that t r a n s c e n d e d
her reality.
#poetry
for them
crushed e v e r y feeling
that lived before
or would ever
live after;
the heart has no reason
when it loves this d e e p—
yet she never wished to
escape
feelings that t r a n s c e n d e d
her reality.
#poetry
November 17, 2025 at 6:35 PM
November 17, 2025 at 9:01 AM
i seem
to lose my breath when
with you—
winds yield not
to storms moving
through
the night’s sky
igniting my soul,
arresting
a body in motion—
of a chance—a falling star,
how ancient,
so knowing—
so, have i not
lost my breath
when with
you?
#poetry
to lose my breath when
with you—
winds yield not
to storms moving
through
the night’s sky
igniting my soul,
arresting
a body in motion—
of a chance—a falling star,
how ancient,
so knowing—
so, have i not
lost my breath
when with
you?
#poetry
November 16, 2025 at 8:48 PM
i seem
to lose my breath when
with you—
winds yield not
to storms moving
through
the night’s sky
igniting my soul,
arresting
a body in motion—
of a chance—a falling star,
how ancient,
so knowing—
so, have i not
lost my breath
when with
you?
#poetry
to lose my breath when
with you—
winds yield not
to storms moving
through
the night’s sky
igniting my soul,
arresting
a body in motion—
of a chance—a falling star,
how ancient,
so knowing—
so, have i not
lost my breath
when with
you?
#poetry
breaking into splinters;
knots
and lines—cutting,
splicing minds—
so stark, so
edged—how
sharp—
glaring in black and
white.
2/2
#poetry #writingcommunity
knots
and lines—cutting,
splicing minds—
so stark, so
edged—how
sharp—
glaring in black and
white.
2/2
#poetry #writingcommunity
she wanted to know—
for her heart leapt at her,
knitting her thoughts
into monotones—
casting shadows on
her
steps.
#poetry #micropoem
for her heart leapt at her,
knitting her thoughts
into monotones—
casting shadows on
her
steps.
#poetry #micropoem
November 16, 2025 at 5:48 PM
breaking into splinters;
knots
and lines—cutting,
splicing minds—
so stark, so
edged—how
sharp—
glaring in black and
white.
2/2
#poetry #writingcommunity
knots
and lines—cutting,
splicing minds—
so stark, so
edged—how
sharp—
glaring in black and
white.
2/2
#poetry #writingcommunity
she wanted to know—
for her heart leapt at her,
knitting her thoughts
into monotones—
casting shadows on
her
steps.
#poetry #micropoem
for her heart leapt at her,
knitting her thoughts
into monotones—
casting shadows on
her
steps.
#poetry #micropoem
November 16, 2025 at 4:54 PM
she wanted to know—
for her heart leapt at her,
knitting her thoughts
into monotones—
casting shadows on
her
steps.
#poetry #micropoem
for her heart leapt at her,
knitting her thoughts
into monotones—
casting shadows on
her
steps.
#poetry #micropoem
so what stirred
and trembled
in their mind—
echoes of thin air
filtered through
vibrations
as the same thrill
passed between them—
their thoughts swirling,
falling
where their hearts
had
fallen.
#poetry #blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #blueskypoets
and trembled
in their mind—
echoes of thin air
filtered through
vibrations
as the same thrill
passed between them—
their thoughts swirling,
falling
where their hearts
had
fallen.
#poetry #blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #blueskypoets
November 16, 2025 at 1:43 PM
so what stirred
and trembled
in their mind—
echoes of thin air
filtered through
vibrations
as the same thrill
passed between them—
their thoughts swirling,
falling
where their hearts
had
fallen.
#poetry #blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #blueskypoets
and trembled
in their mind—
echoes of thin air
filtered through
vibrations
as the same thrill
passed between them—
their thoughts swirling,
falling
where their hearts
had
fallen.
#poetry #blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #blueskypoets
razor-edge balance
between things—she sinks
beyond matter—
she floats;
feelings that held
the whole of her
slipped,
had streamed away,
catching, here and there
a spark of light,
a needle-prick
of starlight—
1/2
#poetry #blueskypoets
between things—she sinks
beyond matter—
she floats;
feelings that held
the whole of her
slipped,
had streamed away,
catching, here and there
a spark of light,
a needle-prick
of starlight—
1/2
#poetry #blueskypoets
November 16, 2025 at 11:51 AM
razor-edge balance
between things—she sinks
beyond matter—
she floats;
feelings that held
the whole of her
slipped,
had streamed away,
catching, here and there
a spark of light,
a needle-prick
of starlight—
1/2
#poetry #blueskypoets
between things—she sinks
beyond matter—
she floats;
feelings that held
the whole of her
slipped,
had streamed away,
catching, here and there
a spark of light,
a needle-prick
of starlight—
1/2
#poetry #blueskypoets
Reposted by ⴽⴰⵔⵉⵎⴰ (Karima)
on this road
there are no travellers
― autumn evening
Kono michi ya / yuku hito nashini / aki no kure
#Haiku Matsuo Bashō
#Photography Francesca Woodman
there are no travellers
― autumn evening
Kono michi ya / yuku hito nashini / aki no kure
#Haiku Matsuo Bashō
#Photography Francesca Woodman
November 15, 2025 at 1:10 AM
on this road
there are no travellers
― autumn evening
Kono michi ya / yuku hito nashini / aki no kure
#Haiku Matsuo Bashō
#Photography Francesca Woodman
there are no travellers
― autumn evening
Kono michi ya / yuku hito nashini / aki no kure
#Haiku Matsuo Bashō
#Photography Francesca Woodman
little murmurs breaking thought—
instilling life,
awakening heat
of trembling hearts
caught
upon thunder’s hush—
waves and curves,
breaths
brushing through me,
unravelling into pools
of
echoed touch—
of mirrored meaning—
wanting,
mine.
#poetry
instilling life,
awakening heat
of trembling hearts
caught
upon thunder’s hush—
waves and curves,
breaths
brushing through me,
unravelling into pools
of
echoed touch—
of mirrored meaning—
wanting,
mine.
#poetry
November 15, 2025 at 6:49 PM
little murmurs breaking thought—
instilling life,
awakening heat
of trembling hearts
caught
upon thunder’s hush—
waves and curves,
breaths
brushing through me,
unravelling into pools
of
echoed touch—
of mirrored meaning—
wanting,
mine.
#poetry
instilling life,
awakening heat
of trembling hearts
caught
upon thunder’s hush—
waves and curves,
breaths
brushing through me,
unravelling into pools
of
echoed touch—
of mirrored meaning—
wanting,
mine.
#poetry
love’s sudden #transport—
where the heart lingers,
how it carries me
without warning;
in me,
storms falling still—
a mind crossing
distance
their tenderness
encroaching
where i hide—seen,
delicately—
#vss365 #poetry #writingcommunity #blueskypoets
where the heart lingers,
how it carries me
without warning;
in me,
storms falling still—
a mind crossing
distance
their tenderness
encroaching
where i hide—seen,
delicately—
#vss365 #poetry #writingcommunity #blueskypoets
November 15, 2025 at 3:55 PM
love’s sudden #transport—
where the heart lingers,
how it carries me
without warning;
in me,
storms falling still—
a mind crossing
distance
their tenderness
encroaching
where i hide—seen,
delicately—
#vss365 #poetry #writingcommunity #blueskypoets
where the heart lingers,
how it carries me
without warning;
in me,
storms falling still—
a mind crossing
distance
their tenderness
encroaching
where i hide—seen,
delicately—
#vss365 #poetry #writingcommunity #blueskypoets
Reposted by ⴽⴰⵔⵉⵎⴰ (Karima)
November 13, 2025 at 5:40 PM
eyes to the sky,
a nefelibata—
lost in a dream,
creating her path
as the clouds
drift by.
#micropoem #poetry
a nefelibata—
lost in a dream,
creating her path
as the clouds
drift by.
#micropoem #poetry
November 15, 2025 at 1:25 PM
eyes to the sky,
a nefelibata—
lost in a dream,
creating her path
as the clouds
drift by.
#micropoem #poetry
a nefelibata—
lost in a dream,
creating her path
as the clouds
drift by.
#micropoem #poetry
water sliced
cut sharply—
falling away in green
and blue cascades;
and i,
beneath a rougher sea,
my words broke, and
broke again—
fold upon fold,
raising storms of clamour;
1/2
#poetry
cut sharply—
falling away in green
and blue cascades;
and i,
beneath a rougher sea,
my words broke, and
broke again—
fold upon fold,
raising storms of clamour;
1/2
#poetry
November 15, 2025 at 12:39 PM
water sliced
cut sharply—
falling away in green
and blue cascades;
and i,
beneath a rougher sea,
my words broke, and
broke again—
fold upon fold,
raising storms of clamour;
1/2
#poetry
cut sharply—
falling away in green
and blue cascades;
and i,
beneath a rougher sea,
my words broke, and
broke again—
fold upon fold,
raising storms of clamour;
1/2
#poetry
Reposted by ⴽⴰⵔⵉⵎⴰ (Karima)
Everything
takes longer
than I think
it will take
except you
taking my breath
away
takes longer
than I think
it will take
except you
taking my breath
away
November 12, 2025 at 4:26 PM
Everything
takes longer
than I think
it will take
except you
taking my breath
away
takes longer
than I think
it will take
except you
taking my breath
away
he writes for her—
words running gilt
at her
mouth;
he sees her—
his gaze reads
the marginalia of her silence,
finding the seam
she hides between breaths,
and leaving it
whole.
#poetry #writingcommunity #blueskypoets
words running gilt
at her
mouth;
he sees her—
his gaze reads
the marginalia of her silence,
finding the seam
she hides between breaths,
and leaving it
whole.
#poetry #writingcommunity #blueskypoets
November 15, 2025 at 8:49 AM
he writes for her—
words running gilt
at her
mouth;
he sees her—
his gaze reads
the marginalia of her silence,
finding the seam
she hides between breaths,
and leaving it
whole.
#poetry #writingcommunity #blueskypoets
words running gilt
at her
mouth;
he sees her—
his gaze reads
the marginalia of her silence,
finding the seam
she hides between breaths,
and leaving it
whole.
#poetry #writingcommunity #blueskypoets
Reposted by ⴽⴰⵔⵉⵎⴰ (Karima)
June 2, 2025 at 3:59 PM