Ruhani Khadijah

Joined April 2019

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Keep going.
i’m tired of trying to be in the ‘right’ energy i’m tired of trying to stay in the ‘better’ frame of mind i’m exhausted by this journey
By Ruhani Khadijah8 months ago in Poets
why don’t you try writing something else
I wrote an amazing poem, it was about how spiders build, create, manifest, and weave magic into reality. All that power all that precious precision, diligence, patience, passion… all in silence, the poem is going to be called “set ablaze to the Web” to signify the completion and performance of all the hard work and efforts that'd gone into spinning what has been spun, a spectacular spectacle, the sight of a burning web.
By Ruhani Khadijah8 months ago in Poets
softly gripped
How to love me? Where do I start? Don't grip too tight don't pull so hard, In my life I'm in charge, don't push, don't force, don't bite, don't barge
By Ruhani Khadijah8 months ago in Poets
My hands were full of sand
My hands were full of sand slowly silently slipping through that inevitable small gap between where two of my palms lay beside one another
By Ruhani Khadijah8 months ago in Poets
My hearts CrAck
My hearts crack Who put it there? I can’t tell if it was a fault of my own or someone else who needed to take a piece of mine to mend their own
By Ruhani Khadijahabout a year ago in Poets
It's okay
It's okay that I feel so low it's okay that I feel so lost it's okay that I 'miss' myself it's okay that life is blurry right now
By Ruhani Khadijahabout a year ago in Poets
A truth
If you have a truth it could never be taken away from you no matter how quiet it sounds when you say it out loud, it could never be taken away from you no matter if people try and squash it down or dilute the tears it’s cried out, it will remain and be fulfilled, it can never be taken away from you.
By Ruhani Khadijahabout a year ago in Writers
There are some wounds that would’ve won.
Things are complicated they’re heavy and they hurt the hurt feels damaging and yet I see not one scratch my throat feels violated
By Ruhani Khadijahabout a year ago in Poets
my problems
A beautiful sad long ago self wrote this in 2019 i have come so very far, i am so very proud of me but wanted to share this seedlings story, she has a beautiful way with words and i will never deny any of her to be seen and heard…
By Ruhani Khadijah2 years ago in Poets
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