Ruhani Khadijah

Joined April 2019

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mending melting merging
moments & months of mending, guidance to repair and care, middles met with melting melting also met with pouring movements that mimic molasses, slowly going astray from that which is melting away
By Ruhani Khadijah2 years ago in Poets
whose to say
Whose to say these parts aren’t beautiful, feeling kneeded whilst pleading to once again become completed, currently navigating through dark thick cold waters, carving out sons and daughters through the timeless art that lurks in the dark
By Ruhani Khadijah2 years ago in Poets
Set ablaze to the web
Kiss me or kill me it won’t matter to still cells feeling nothing and numbness will cast away your spells the moment before the bang
By Ruhani Khadijah2 years ago in Poets
everything will always be okay in the end
You remember how good it feels to sleep, now your answer should be yes and no, you re-member re-join and re-emerge with this gift of sleep seeping us closest to death, the peace, the lightness, the nothing and everything within those moments is true bliss, we have no clue how many pauses we've gone through that sat us right next to death, the idea of death is scarily beautiful in the number of times we've held hands, gazed in each other's eyes and become one again and again over and over, we don't really remember but we re-member, a member of this whole, outside the concept walls of 'time' how long were we gone for?
By Ruhani Khadijah3 years ago in Poets
I am everything and I am nothing
I must connect and disconnect I am the attached and the unattached I am the this but also the that I am the swan and I am the rat
By Ruhani Khadijah3 years ago in Poets
the pomegranate tree poem
To whom it may concern outside of self, I’m sorry but working on it because I deserve it too. I’m as confused as you only up until recently,
By Ruhani Khadijah3 years ago in Poets
A glimpse of empathy
ahh humans. souls experiencing the hueman experience. souls with their own traumas, joys, habits, hobbies their own truths.
By Ruhani Khadijah3 years ago in Poets
Dying whilst still alive is harder than death itself. I write as the soul mind and body.
Death is far from the end a liberation a new destination the freedom of all freedoms it’s the dying down here left to do that is the pain
By Ruhani Khadijah3 years ago in Poets
I don't have to be perfect to be loveable.
I would spend hours in my head about how love would go for me I used to build myself up to break myself down again as I knew that in terms of love I was weak
By Ruhani Khadijah3 years ago in Poets
Grief and love
The feeling of grieving arrives in strange ways in the presence of love knowing you have to let it go that holding onto the thorns
By Ruhani Khadijah4 years ago in Poets
have you ever so strongly felt that your own purpose here had nothing to do with receiving love from others, and only giving…
A penny just dropped and has been echoing through my space recently i’ve been wondering around in this particularly sinking and liberating maze
By Ruhani Khadijah4 years ago in Poets
you
You Its strange, the word you When you say you I think, who? As all versions of me scatter around in my being Who are you seeing?
By Ruhani Khadijah4 years ago in Poets