Ruhani Khadijah
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In a small fit of rage i cleansed my whole page, but these are years of poems not just one whole day haha… &in a silly order! but anywaysssss.
you're welcome to stroll through my garden 🌱
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The 21st Tsunami
I hate being in crowds. I love the rush of being in a crowd, but I hate the idea of following the crowd. I'd look amongst myself and realise that we're all going in the same direction, we're all following the same instructions. Most people nowadays are so used to this tsunami that they don't even look up. What seems like millions of heads some above, some below all following the same current. The scary thing is many many people have been taken by the strong current, it's now their world and its dark, the deeper they drown the thicker the dark surrounds. But they can see and they can breath beautifully underneath it.
By Ruhani Khadijah5 days ago in Poets
matter
I don't get it, I don't get me and I don't get you. There is no me and there is no you, but I can reach out my hand and touch me, I can reach out my hand and touch you. I can reach out my mind and innerstand me, I can reach out my mind and overstand you. I can reach out my heart and love me, I can reach out my heart and love you
By Ruhani Khadijah5 days ago in Poets
Patties on fire
Patties on fire. Mother's days a liar. You want to tell me to burn down the house to expire, round the corner it might meet you, you never see it coming. Why are we running? You’re always halfway there. But never fear it has a familiar feel. You’ve met before. You'll smell it when it comes. Over and over till forevermore, I say forevermore because will I know when it’ll stop. That’s the thing, it never stops but it changes. Patties on fire, in this house we’re survivors but in the next, we could be dead. Rick and Morty taught me don’t play naughty because some other you are at the end of the story. Possibilities, possibilities endless, endless it's almost breathtaking. It has taken breath almost and certainly. At the same time? Yes. Right on time? Yes. Was it your particular time? No.
By Ruhani Khadijah5 days ago in Poets
we are the third person in our own stories
Do you ever realize that when we think back to a memory, we are no longer a participant in the memory but an observer? With ease, I can think back to when I got my first ear piercings, but I'm no longer the little girl going into that piercing shop, in the memory now I'm the watcher, the bystander the witness, and the grown.
By Ruhani Khadijah5 days ago in Poets
Angela
<10/3/19> last night i looked up at the night sky and saw my nan sleeping on a crescent moon, dancing with the stars and singing to the planets. she saw me smiling from my bedroom window and so she smiled back at me and sent down rain so she could hold my hand again and i held hers.
By Ruhani Khadijah7 years ago in Poets
