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Artist Amazigh HSP Motherless Complex Runner Polyglot 📌interests: philosophy, science, art. 📌witnessing life’s absurdities over coffee. #existentialism #poetry #books #tendersoul
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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
Black and white of the artist facing away from the camera with bare back visible in a mirror. Text edit on top of the picture is:  There’s a quiet strength in vulnerability. You feel exposed, yet overlooked. Self-reflection requires vulnerability to peel away the layers of expectation and pretense, leaving ourselves bare. It’s only in that space, where transformation begins. To turn inward is to embrace ourselves fully—unguarded.
koelh.bsky.social
Missed my morning coffee today. Good afternoon, Happy Wednesday 😊🤍
koelh.bsky.social
murmurs and stirrings—
 a moth to flame;
an arrow, aimed,
  steadied;

eyes of unparalleled depth
 casting elastic hearts;
aiming for the stars—

we are a pulse,
 two of one soul;
intangible, we rise,
 stuck to the sky—
  and the sky stuck to us.

#poetry #writingcommunity
koelh.bsky.social
when
 i drown—
  i drown in you,
only to surface,
 a breath to steal
  once upon a wish—
sentient hunger,
 born anew.

#poetry #micropoem
koelh.bsky.social
Always looking forward to reading your poem! 🤍
koelh.bsky.social
but they left—
they left—
 me with no you,
  a hollowed space,
    a burning blaze,
for their sake,
  for the take.

they left,
 leaving words unsaid,
  love unfelt;
how i crave
 to bring you in,
  bring you back,
   back home—you see?

#poetry
koelh.bsky.social
Good morning/afternoon! Welcome back. I just happen to have a flat white sitting in front of me. It says hi ☕️😊🤍
koelh.bsky.social
psithurism—
 of a soul so near,
  the air,
   trembling—
 a nearness so
dear.

#micropoem #poetry
koelh.bsky.social
an apostrophe
  of thought upon
a mind—
  raking leaves, tenderly,
tending root and bud—
at last, beheld, revered, without envy,
  a bloom
to fill their heart.

#poetry
koelh.bsky.social
alchemised rhapsodies—
 flowering;
pampas brush the skin,
 tremors
where ache
begins.

and
i fear—
  i fear the pain in me
might find you still
beneath the
hush
 of breath’s own will.

#poetry
koelh.bsky.social
Thank you very much, Mike! Happy you liked it! :)
koelh.bsky.social
Thank you! Happy it resonated with you 🤍
koelh.bsky.social
why, thank you! i’m grateful my poetry reached you. it truly means a lot. always a pleasure reading your poems. 🤍
koelh.bsky.social
wow, thank you so much.. i’m hardly a poet, but it means so much coming from you.. you inspire not only me, but many of us, with your beautiful, powerful, and deeply felt poetry.

and, i see you, always 🤍
koelh.bsky.social
hours: quiet—
 time: coils around;
undertones of longing
 pulse through
murmurings of a
heart,
   drifting
like heat,
never touching skin;
imagination
ignites—

and she wanders,
  lost,
   lost
in their soul.

#poetry #vss365 #undertone
koelh.bsky.social
senses beyond what she
 knows—
so delicate,
 so exquisitely tender;
and how they bloom
 where words fall short.

#micropoem #poetry #writingcommunity
koelh.bsky.social
tracing a high—
 a mouth full of sweetness,
bottled, shaken—
and so it
goes.

#micropoem #poetry
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Life, starts
all over, again
when
it gets crisp
in the, fall.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

#BlueSkyArtShow
#Glow
koelh.bsky.social
autumn braids
  rusted lace on green;
edge of fall
  leans against her skin.

fallen leaves
  soften
    the air
to amber.

#poetry #autumn #writingcommunity
Close-up of a branch with curled, rust-brown autumn leaves, against a blurred backdrop of tall green trees in a park.
koelh.bsky.social
#haunted
by time’s hands—
 a quivering avalanche.
elements tie in,
 tie down;
we twist,
 turn,
  burn.
scattered pollen—
 grace like blessings;
the air turns fecund,
and what we were
 is what we are:
  seed becoming
bloom.

#emoetry #poetry #writingcommunity