Ruhani Khadijah

Joined April 2019

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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
ellipses
ellipses I don’t know if this will be the last message my heart wants to spill but I need to allow these parts of me to express, as I would be denying the me I am now, crafted from an experience I often downplay to push that self away from what I had gained from her,
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 Khadijah3 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 Khadijah3 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 Khadijah3 years ago in Poets
Roundhouse romance (part 2)
Roundhouse romance. There are four homes within roundhouse romance. 2) Fire. They say don't play with fire. They say you'll get hurt if you play with fire, you might hurt others if you play with fire. A moth to the flame, drawn into your game. Eager to press start. You were a risk, a challenge intimidating and bright I've never seen a glow that felt so right, so safe to touch but this isn't nearly enough. They say don't play with fire, I pressed start. They say you'll get hurt, your purification burns to my satisfaction. They say you'll hurt others, you're so bright I can't even see anyone else around insight.
By Ruhani Khadijah4 years ago in Poets
BLACK VANILLA
BLACK VANILLA Vanilla is black. something that tastes so good can't be black? something that tastes so good must be black.
By Ruhani Khadijah4 years ago in Poets