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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
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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tomorrowman4you.bsky.social
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
koelh.bsky.social
#raincoat for sale—
 barely used—
  kept the storms out;
colour: green;
 size: me.

#vss365 #micropoem #poetry
koelh.bsky.social
eyes on the storm—
 piercing,
anguish cutting
  the heart asunder

 she did not know,
   she did not know—
for one
must remember
  the trembling thing,
   the quivering,
   living
thing.

#poetry #writingcommunity
koelh.bsky.social
she shivered—she
quivered
  the room
  crooned—soothing
rhythm hums;
 drum thrums

head-over-heels folly
 tilts her up,
  then lets go—
released,
 she pours

rose-lit pink-lustre,
 a sheen along the ribs—

she shivered
she quivered.

#poetry #writingcommunity
koelh.bsky.social
Thanks so much, kind soul. Loving the prompts 😊🤍
koelh.bsky.social
spun—
 laughter soft,
  breath on edge.

the room bends,
 time loosens hold;
  held up above,

vertigo tremors
  rush under skin—
weightless we float,
we drift
awake
in a dream
of molten air.

#emoetry #giddiness #poetry #writingcommunity
koelh.bsky.social
unafraid should life burn me,
wound me again—
for i have
climbed to the crest—
essence flowed into water,
breath into shape,
and
i let it consume me—

and this feeling,
this endless,
feeling,
set its seal on a
wish.

#poetry
koelh.bsky.social
city life blurs,
 we drift through traffic,
  calling it
meaning..

#micropoem #poetry #photography
city street blurred by motion; headlights, traffic lights, and faint silhouettes dissolve into haze.
koelh.bsky.social
Thank you so much, Ann. Happy you enjoyed it. 🤍