ⴽⴰⵔⵉⵎⴰ ( karima ) 🍾
@koelh.bsky.social
artist
amazigh
linguaphile
runner
this is not the whole story.. ✍🏼
#existentialism #art #books #poetry #tendersoul
amazigh
linguaphile
runner
this is not the whole story.. ✍🏼
#existentialism #art #books #poetry #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
nothing about survival
is clean
or heroic—
it is p r o c e d u r a l,
it resumes
each time you wake.
it is accepting damage
without surrendering
d i r e c t i o n—
here, still.
#poetry
is clean
or heroic—
it is p r o c e d u r a l,
it resumes
each time you wake.
it is accepting damage
without surrendering
d i r e c t i o n—
here, still.
#poetry
December 29, 2025 at 9:56 PM
nothing about survival
is clean
or heroic—
it is p r o c e d u r a l,
it resumes
each time you wake.
it is accepting damage
without surrendering
d i r e c t i o n—
here, still.
#poetry
is clean
or heroic—
it is p r o c e d u r a l,
it resumes
each time you wake.
it is accepting damage
without surrendering
d i r e c t i o n—
here, still.
#poetry
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December 29, 2025 at 4:29 PM
December 29, 2025 at 7:53 PM
December 29, 2025 at 7:00 PM
they left s c o r e s and scars
upon her soul—
but her heart kept p a c e;
he shelters her,
#sole -grounded
against a f f l i c t i o n s
on the night’s road—
#vss365 #emoetry #poetry #afflicted
upon her soul—
but her heart kept p a c e;
he shelters her,
#sole -grounded
against a f f l i c t i o n s
on the night’s road—
#vss365 #emoetry #poetry #afflicted
December 29, 2025 at 6:51 PM
they left s c o r e s and scars
upon her soul—
but her heart kept p a c e;
he shelters her,
#sole -grounded
against a f f l i c t i o n s
on the night’s road—
#vss365 #emoetry #poetry #afflicted
upon her soul—
but her heart kept p a c e;
he shelters her,
#sole -grounded
against a f f l i c t i o n s
on the night’s road—
#vss365 #emoetry #poetry #afflicted
December 29, 2025 at 6:21 PM
December 28, 2025 at 11:25 PM
in her heart
she c a r r i e s
a tender fire,
burning with intent,
flamed from the universe’s embers,
r e a c h i n g beyond pain—
their story,
written in ancient
memory,
by hands
of m i r r o r e d
souls.
#poetry
she c a r r i e s
a tender fire,
burning with intent,
flamed from the universe’s embers,
r e a c h i n g beyond pain—
their story,
written in ancient
memory,
by hands
of m i r r o r e d
souls.
#poetry
December 28, 2025 at 7:06 PM
in her heart
she c a r r i e s
a tender fire,
burning with intent,
flamed from the universe’s embers,
r e a c h i n g beyond pain—
their story,
written in ancient
memory,
by hands
of m i r r o r e d
souls.
#poetry
she c a r r i e s
a tender fire,
burning with intent,
flamed from the universe’s embers,
r e a c h i n g beyond pain—
their story,
written in ancient
memory,
by hands
of m i r r o r e d
souls.
#poetry
and, if i am nothing
but a whisper,
let me
be the
whisper w o v e n
between your breaths,
the murmur
nestled at the base
of your spine—
the warmth that l i n g e r s,
upon your skin
1/2
#poetry
but a whisper,
let me
be the
whisper w o v e n
between your breaths,
the murmur
nestled at the base
of your spine—
the warmth that l i n g e r s,
upon your skin
1/2
#poetry
December 28, 2025 at 5:00 PM
and, if i am nothing
but a whisper,
let me
be the
whisper w o v e n
between your breaths,
the murmur
nestled at the base
of your spine—
the warmth that l i n g e r s,
upon your skin
1/2
#poetry
but a whisper,
let me
be the
whisper w o v e n
between your breaths,
the murmur
nestled at the base
of your spine—
the warmth that l i n g e r s,
upon your skin
1/2
#poetry
eyes closed—
she weeps,
she f a l l s,
she needs,
she breaks
under the open sky,
her back profiled
a g a i n s t the sea—
struck by his sun,
his voice a w h i s p e r,
making her shiver with dreams;
leaving darkened rooms,
l e a p i n g forward,
falling into him.
#poetry
she weeps,
she f a l l s,
she needs,
she breaks
under the open sky,
her back profiled
a g a i n s t the sea—
struck by his sun,
his voice a w h i s p e r,
making her shiver with dreams;
leaving darkened rooms,
l e a p i n g forward,
falling into him.
#poetry
December 28, 2025 at 10:38 AM
eyes closed—
she weeps,
she f a l l s,
she needs,
she breaks
under the open sky,
her back profiled
a g a i n s t the sea—
struck by his sun,
his voice a w h i s p e r,
making her shiver with dreams;
leaving darkened rooms,
l e a p i n g forward,
falling into him.
#poetry
she weeps,
she f a l l s,
she needs,
she breaks
under the open sky,
her back profiled
a g a i n s t the sea—
struck by his sun,
his voice a w h i s p e r,
making her shiver with dreams;
leaving darkened rooms,
l e a p i n g forward,
falling into him.
#poetry
December 28, 2025 at 10:20 AM
December 28, 2025 at 9:33 AM
on the precipice of dawn,
the breath of night l i n g e r s;
let me love this fall
so d e e p l y it devours me—
let it bruise me,
if it must—
#poetry #micropoem
the breath of night l i n g e r s;
let me love this fall
so d e e p l y it devours me—
let it bruise me,
if it must—
#poetry #micropoem
December 27, 2025 at 9:37 PM
on the precipice of dawn,
the breath of night l i n g e r s;
let me love this fall
so d e e p l y it devours me—
let it bruise me,
if it must—
#poetry #micropoem
the breath of night l i n g e r s;
let me love this fall
so d e e p l y it devours me—
let it bruise me,
if it must—
#poetry #micropoem
but what of myself
do i leave with you?
in front of me,
an ocean of you
stringing my thoughts together,
d e s h e l l i n g my heart—
beneath me,
the floor
i s s w a y i n g,
outlines of time loosening
rising,
plunging
into depth—
#poetry
do i leave with you?
in front of me,
an ocean of you
stringing my thoughts together,
d e s h e l l i n g my heart—
beneath me,
the floor
i s s w a y i n g,
outlines of time loosening
rising,
plunging
into depth—
#poetry
December 27, 2025 at 5:56 PM
but what of myself
do i leave with you?
in front of me,
an ocean of you
stringing my thoughts together,
d e s h e l l i n g my heart—
beneath me,
the floor
i s s w a y i n g,
outlines of time loosening
rising,
plunging
into depth—
#poetry
do i leave with you?
in front of me,
an ocean of you
stringing my thoughts together,
d e s h e l l i n g my heart—
beneath me,
the floor
i s s w a y i n g,
outlines of time loosening
rising,
plunging
into depth—
#poetry
it was in the cold—
their breath, delicate,
wisps of smoke—
her hair unruly, b r u s h i n g
against skin;
she feels s e e n
through his light-filled eyes,
his heart calling her back
into the rhythm
of a dream—
1/2
#poetry
their breath, delicate,
wisps of smoke—
her hair unruly, b r u s h i n g
against skin;
she feels s e e n
through his light-filled eyes,
his heart calling her back
into the rhythm
of a dream—
1/2
#poetry
December 27, 2025 at 2:53 PM
it was in the cold—
their breath, delicate,
wisps of smoke—
her hair unruly, b r u s h i n g
against skin;
she feels s e e n
through his light-filled eyes,
his heart calling her back
into the rhythm
of a dream—
1/2
#poetry
their breath, delicate,
wisps of smoke—
her hair unruly, b r u s h i n g
against skin;
she feels s e e n
through his light-filled eyes,
his heart calling her back
into the rhythm
of a dream—
1/2
#poetry
December 27, 2025 at 1:27 PM
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I Q U I E T B L O O M , E N D U R I N G
B L U E I
Some things don’t need to shout to survive.
Soft petals, scarred ground, quiet persistence.
Quiet Bloom, Enduring Blue
— The Asylum Art -
Art and words by Yves
#AbstractArt #bloom #Resilience #ContemporaryArt #flower #flowers #cptsd #art
B L U E I
Some things don’t need to shout to survive.
Soft petals, scarred ground, quiet persistence.
Quiet Bloom, Enduring Blue
— The Asylum Art -
Art and words by Yves
#AbstractArt #bloom #Resilience #ContemporaryArt #flower #flowers #cptsd #art
December 26, 2025 at 1:06 PM
I Q U I E T B L O O M , E N D U R I N G
B L U E I
Some things don’t need to shout to survive.
Soft petals, scarred ground, quiet persistence.
Quiet Bloom, Enduring Blue
— The Asylum Art -
Art and words by Yves
#AbstractArt #bloom #Resilience #ContemporaryArt #flower #flowers #cptsd #art
B L U E I
Some things don’t need to shout to survive.
Soft petals, scarred ground, quiet persistence.
Quiet Bloom, Enduring Blue
— The Asylum Art -
Art and words by Yves
#AbstractArt #bloom #Resilience #ContemporaryArt #flower #flowers #cptsd #art
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One great part of every human existence is passed in a state which cannot be rendered sensible by the use of wideawake language, cutanddry grammar and goahead plot.
James Joyce, (letter to Harriet Shaw Weaver, 1926)
James Joyce, (letter to Harriet Shaw Weaver, 1926)
December 27, 2025 at 10:28 AM
One great part of every human existence is passed in a state which cannot be rendered sensible by the use of wideawake language, cutanddry grammar and goahead plot.
James Joyce, (letter to Harriet Shaw Weaver, 1926)
James Joyce, (letter to Harriet Shaw Weaver, 1926)
#vindicated, she lets go—
c l u t c h i n g #air,
barely there—
into his chest
she b r e a t h e s,
a sigh
of relief.
#vss356 #emoetry #poetry
c l u t c h i n g #air,
barely there—
into his chest
she b r e a t h e s,
a sigh
of relief.
#vss356 #emoetry #poetry
December 27, 2025 at 9:34 AM
#vindicated, she lets go—
c l u t c h i n g #air,
barely there—
into his chest
she b r e a t h e s,
a sigh
of relief.
#vss356 #emoetry #poetry
c l u t c h i n g #air,
barely there—
into his chest
she b r e a t h e s,
a sigh
of relief.
#vss356 #emoetry #poetry
restless,
she m o v e s through longing
rather than certainty
her feelings s u r g e
and
spill like the sea—alive,
impossible to still
she c a r r i e s his heart,
and herself
carried by the d r i f t.
#poetry
she m o v e s through longing
rather than certainty
her feelings s u r g e
and
spill like the sea—alive,
impossible to still
she c a r r i e s his heart,
and herself
carried by the d r i f t.
#poetry
December 26, 2025 at 10:39 PM
restless,
she m o v e s through longing
rather than certainty
her feelings s u r g e
and
spill like the sea—alive,
impossible to still
she c a r r i e s his heart,
and herself
carried by the d r i f t.
#poetry
she m o v e s through longing
rather than certainty
her feelings s u r g e
and
spill like the sea—alive,
impossible to still
she c a r r i e s his heart,
and herself
carried by the d r i f t.
#poetry
December 26, 2025 at 9:58 PM
she, a wanderer of
the night—
a seeker of his thought,
a keeper of his heart—
breaths unruly, s p i l l i n g
in high waves,
carried away,
rippling the air—
e f f e r v e s c e n t,
heaving,
like the sea.
#poetry
the night—
a seeker of his thought,
a keeper of his heart—
breaths unruly, s p i l l i n g
in high waves,
carried away,
rippling the air—
e f f e r v e s c e n t,
heaving,
like the sea.
#poetry
December 26, 2025 at 7:22 PM
she, a wanderer of
the night—
a seeker of his thought,
a keeper of his heart—
breaths unruly, s p i l l i n g
in high waves,
carried away,
rippling the air—
e f f e r v e s c e n t,
heaving,
like the sea.
#poetry
the night—
a seeker of his thought,
a keeper of his heart—
breaths unruly, s p i l l i n g
in high waves,
carried away,
rippling the air—
e f f e r v e s c e n t,
heaving,
like the sea.
#poetry
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grace
when you’ve had more taken from you than you want to name— and still you keep your hands open.
#micropoem #poetry #philosophy
when you’ve had more taken from you than you want to name— and still you keep your hands open.
#micropoem #poetry #philosophy
December 26, 2025 at 7:11 PM
grace
when you’ve had more taken from you than you want to name— and still you keep your hands open.
#micropoem #poetry #philosophy
when you’ve had more taken from you than you want to name— and still you keep your hands open.
#micropoem #poetry #philosophy