ⴽⴰⵔⵉⵎⴰ (Karima)
@koelh.bsky.social
Artist
HSP
Amazigh
Linguaphile
Runner
sipping coffee & monitoring Life’s absurdities
#existentialism #art #books #poetry #tendersoul
HSP
Amazigh
Linguaphile
Runner
sipping coffee & monitoring Life’s absurdities
#existentialism #art #books #poetry #tendersoul
Pinned
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
a poet’s pen released
a hyetal flow of verse—
a d o w n p o u r of
silent agony;
grief
s t r e a m i n g
down her face,
watering the arid
landscape of
her soul.
#poetry
a hyetal flow of verse—
a d o w n p o u r of
silent agony;
grief
s t r e a m i n g
down her face,
watering the arid
landscape of
her soul.
#poetry
November 27, 2025 at 12:12 PM
a poet’s pen released
a hyetal flow of verse—
a d o w n p o u r of
silent agony;
grief
s t r e a m i n g
down her face,
watering the arid
landscape of
her soul.
#poetry
a hyetal flow of verse—
a d o w n p o u r of
silent agony;
grief
s t r e a m i n g
down her face,
watering the arid
landscape of
her soul.
#poetry
November 27, 2025 at 10:11 AM
November 26, 2025 at 8:52 PM
she pressed his hand
upon her own wound
softening
the scar—
a mutual strength;
she harboured
moonlight in her bones,
preserving
the p a r t s of her
that love
without regret—
tenderness
to his
s o u l.
#poetry
upon her own wound
softening
the scar—
a mutual strength;
she harboured
moonlight in her bones,
preserving
the p a r t s of her
that love
without regret—
tenderness
to his
s o u l.
#poetry
November 26, 2025 at 4:22 PM
she pressed his hand
upon her own wound
softening
the scar—
a mutual strength;
she harboured
moonlight in her bones,
preserving
the p a r t s of her
that love
without regret—
tenderness
to his
s o u l.
#poetry
upon her own wound
softening
the scar—
a mutual strength;
she harboured
moonlight in her bones,
preserving
the p a r t s of her
that love
without regret—
tenderness
to his
s o u l.
#poetry
their faces
changed before their eyes—
the b a r e n e s s of their pain,
rock bottom
bitter truth,
parsimonious g e s t u r e s
in the depth of winter—
a l l u s i o n s of warmth
escaped them;
deeper
and deeper
in their minds—
they s i n k.
#poetry
changed before their eyes—
the b a r e n e s s of their pain,
rock bottom
bitter truth,
parsimonious g e s t u r e s
in the depth of winter—
a l l u s i o n s of warmth
escaped them;
deeper
and deeper
in their minds—
they s i n k.
#poetry
November 26, 2025 at 2:26 PM
their faces
changed before their eyes—
the b a r e n e s s of their pain,
rock bottom
bitter truth,
parsimonious g e s t u r e s
in the depth of winter—
a l l u s i o n s of warmth
escaped them;
deeper
and deeper
in their minds—
they s i n k.
#poetry
changed before their eyes—
the b a r e n e s s of their pain,
rock bottom
bitter truth,
parsimonious g e s t u r e s
in the depth of winter—
a l l u s i o n s of warmth
escaped them;
deeper
and deeper
in their minds—
they s i n k.
#poetry
for a m o m e n t in time—
in the quiet yearning
of their s o u l;
his silhouette in the dark,
reflecting his breath,
her scent—held in his m e m o r y—
and how they lingered,
how they wished
u p o n
each other.
#vss365 #poetry #reflection
in the quiet yearning
of their s o u l;
his silhouette in the dark,
reflecting his breath,
her scent—held in his m e m o r y—
and how they lingered,
how they wished
u p o n
each other.
#vss365 #poetry #reflection
November 26, 2025 at 10:44 AM
for a m o m e n t in time—
in the quiet yearning
of their s o u l;
his silhouette in the dark,
reflecting his breath,
her scent—held in his m e m o r y—
and how they lingered,
how they wished
u p o n
each other.
#vss365 #poetry #reflection
in the quiet yearning
of their s o u l;
his silhouette in the dark,
reflecting his breath,
her scent—held in his m e m o r y—
and how they lingered,
how they wished
u p o n
each other.
#vss365 #poetry #reflection
November 26, 2025 at 8:35 AM
November 25, 2025 at 11:33 PM
nothing so strong
as her tenderness—
nothing so tender
as her quiet strength.
but she’s a mess—
a beautiful mess,
who turned her pain
into a m a s t e r p i e c e.
there are storms
in her eyes,
1/3
#poetry
as her tenderness—
nothing so tender
as her quiet strength.
but she’s a mess—
a beautiful mess,
who turned her pain
into a m a s t e r p i e c e.
there are storms
in her eyes,
1/3
#poetry
November 25, 2025 at 10:24 PM
nothing so strong
as her tenderness—
nothing so tender
as her quiet strength.
but she’s a mess—
a beautiful mess,
who turned her pain
into a m a s t e r p i e c e.
there are storms
in her eyes,
1/3
#poetry
as her tenderness—
nothing so tender
as her quiet strength.
but she’s a mess—
a beautiful mess,
who turned her pain
into a m a s t e r p i e c e.
there are storms
in her eyes,
1/3
#poetry
a wound b e n e a t h
the bandage—
i carve tunnels into
my own f e a r s
instead of stepping into
the open sky—
burrow my way out
of freedom,
for i unearth
the s e c r e t of joy
in the mastery of
p a i n—
#poetry
the bandage—
i carve tunnels into
my own f e a r s
instead of stepping into
the open sky—
burrow my way out
of freedom,
for i unearth
the s e c r e t of joy
in the mastery of
p a i n—
#poetry
November 25, 2025 at 6:23 PM
a wound b e n e a t h
the bandage—
i carve tunnels into
my own f e a r s
instead of stepping into
the open sky—
burrow my way out
of freedom,
for i unearth
the s e c r e t of joy
in the mastery of
p a i n—
#poetry
the bandage—
i carve tunnels into
my own f e a r s
instead of stepping into
the open sky—
burrow my way out
of freedom,
for i unearth
the s e c r e t of joy
in the mastery of
p a i n—
#poetry
to stand in storm
of spring, to go into oneself,
to s p r e a d roots
into your soul;
to touch what i feel
and what i love
with a l l senses;
to slip into pockets
of loss, and come back
to the place where life
f l o w s:
to you.
#poetry
of spring, to go into oneself,
to s p r e a d roots
into your soul;
to touch what i feel
and what i love
with a l l senses;
to slip into pockets
of loss, and come back
to the place where life
f l o w s:
to you.
#poetry
November 25, 2025 at 3:08 PM
to stand in storm
of spring, to go into oneself,
to s p r e a d roots
into your soul;
to touch what i feel
and what i love
with a l l senses;
to slip into pockets
of loss, and come back
to the place where life
f l o w s:
to you.
#poetry
of spring, to go into oneself,
to s p r e a d roots
into your soul;
to touch what i feel
and what i love
with a l l senses;
to slip into pockets
of loss, and come back
to the place where life
f l o w s:
to you.
#poetry
Reposted by ⴽⴰⵔⵉⵎⴰ (Karima)
There is a life and there is a death, and there are beauty and melancholy between.
Camus, Notebooks 1935-1942
Camus, Notebooks 1935-1942
November 25, 2025 at 10:29 AM
There is a life and there is a death, and there are beauty and melancholy between.
Camus, Notebooks 1935-1942
Camus, Notebooks 1935-1942
November 25, 2025 at 9:42 AM
mornings bring back
e v e r y mistake i made
yet the nights forgive—
a bridge a c r o s s my sorrows,
a voice beyond the summit—
gossamer u m b r a s,
fitting boundless love
into air-tight containers—
under a full h o r i z o n.
#poetry
e v e r y mistake i made
yet the nights forgive—
a bridge a c r o s s my sorrows,
a voice beyond the summit—
gossamer u m b r a s,
fitting boundless love
into air-tight containers—
under a full h o r i z o n.
#poetry
November 24, 2025 at 10:34 PM
mornings bring back
e v e r y mistake i made
yet the nights forgive—
a bridge a c r o s s my sorrows,
a voice beyond the summit—
gossamer u m b r a s,
fitting boundless love
into air-tight containers—
under a full h o r i z o n.
#poetry
e v e r y mistake i made
yet the nights forgive—
a bridge a c r o s s my sorrows,
a voice beyond the summit—
gossamer u m b r a s,
fitting boundless love
into air-tight containers—
under a full h o r i z o n.
#poetry
she strips her soul
of u n n e c e s s a r y
appurtenances,
craving room to b r e a t h e—
it is the d e e p e s t time of night,
when she awakens by a memory
populated by shadows backlit
by the sun,
she shutters her eyes, for this light
was h u r t i n g her.
#poetry
of u n n e c e s s a r y
appurtenances,
craving room to b r e a t h e—
it is the d e e p e s t time of night,
when she awakens by a memory
populated by shadows backlit
by the sun,
she shutters her eyes, for this light
was h u r t i n g her.
#poetry
November 24, 2025 at 6:51 PM
she strips her soul
of u n n e c e s s a r y
appurtenances,
craving room to b r e a t h e—
it is the d e e p e s t time of night,
when she awakens by a memory
populated by shadows backlit
by the sun,
she shutters her eyes, for this light
was h u r t i n g her.
#poetry
of u n n e c e s s a r y
appurtenances,
craving room to b r e a t h e—
it is the d e e p e s t time of night,
when she awakens by a memory
populated by shadows backlit
by the sun,
she shutters her eyes, for this light
was h u r t i n g her.
#poetry
November 24, 2025 at 3:35 PM
with my eyes closed
i let the world s p i n—
nothing tastes as good
than the edge of p l e a s u r e;
a language of remembering—
so u n r a v e l me if you wish..
feet trembling, hearts balancing;
b a l a n c i n g,
never breaking—
#poetry #haikufeels
i let the world s p i n—
nothing tastes as good
than the edge of p l e a s u r e;
a language of remembering—
so u n r a v e l me if you wish..
feet trembling, hearts balancing;
b a l a n c i n g,
never breaking—
#poetry #haikufeels
November 24, 2025 at 12:03 PM
with my eyes closed
i let the world s p i n—
nothing tastes as good
than the edge of p l e a s u r e;
a language of remembering—
so u n r a v e l me if you wish..
feet trembling, hearts balancing;
b a l a n c i n g,
never breaking—
#poetry #haikufeels
i let the world s p i n—
nothing tastes as good
than the edge of p l e a s u r e;
a language of remembering—
so u n r a v e l me if you wish..
feet trembling, hearts balancing;
b a l a n c i n g,
never breaking—
#poetry #haikufeels
November 24, 2025 at 9:59 AM
come closer
as we listen
to the sound of breaking,
b r e a k i n g—
of rain-soaked
fallings—
nights of extraordinary t a l e s;
as we dance on air,
stand on vanishing planes,
we dream a dream
yours, mine,
ever o u r s.
#poetry
as we listen
to the sound of breaking,
b r e a k i n g—
of rain-soaked
fallings—
nights of extraordinary t a l e s;
as we dance on air,
stand on vanishing planes,
we dream a dream
yours, mine,
ever o u r s.
#poetry
November 23, 2025 at 9:58 PM
come closer
as we listen
to the sound of breaking,
b r e a k i n g—
of rain-soaked
fallings—
nights of extraordinary t a l e s;
as we dance on air,
stand on vanishing planes,
we dream a dream
yours, mine,
ever o u r s.
#poetry
as we listen
to the sound of breaking,
b r e a k i n g—
of rain-soaked
fallings—
nights of extraordinary t a l e s;
as we dance on air,
stand on vanishing planes,
we dream a dream
yours, mine,
ever o u r s.
#poetry
between our heartbeats,
there’s a s i l e n c e
i fear—yet,
gazing into your heart
i recognise you
as if you were so very near—
so very d e l i c a t e
in the depths
of p a i n
that it causes me—
1/2
#poetry
there’s a s i l e n c e
i fear—yet,
gazing into your heart
i recognise you
as if you were so very near—
so very d e l i c a t e
in the depths
of p a i n
that it causes me—
1/2
#poetry
November 23, 2025 at 5:27 PM
between our heartbeats,
there’s a s i l e n c e
i fear—yet,
gazing into your heart
i recognise you
as if you were so very near—
so very d e l i c a t e
in the depths
of p a i n
that it causes me—
1/2
#poetry
there’s a s i l e n c e
i fear—yet,
gazing into your heart
i recognise you
as if you were so very near—
so very d e l i c a t e
in the depths
of p a i n
that it causes me—
1/2
#poetry