the still waters

i stared into the abyss of blue‚ ripples distorting the image of a stranger. ﹛ a potpourri of words ﹜

声; FOR THE UNSUNG

A SHORT ANTHOLOGY OF BROKEN HYMNS DISGUISED AS HOPE. - I SING FOR THE UNSUNG/ A BEARER OF UNTOLD STORIES/ A VESSEL FOR HIDDEN EMOTIONS/ FOR I AM BORN FROM THEIR VOICE             私は声です

in the hymn of how

a little humming, a little human

How To Do The Hard Things

An ode to turning 25, a confession in every chapter. (This is a journal!!! Of all the things I've been too afraid to say!!!!! Based on a true story)

Ballet in the Bathroom

a collection of poetry on various topics. (RM 2021)

semi-permanent

a collection of poetry "Let this evening be the next piece of fabric you/stitch onto the dwindling threads of time" (from "it's late") (RM 2022-2023)

the songs left to sing

to the god i do not believe in.

LOVED

POETRY. we are more astronomical than any word in the world tells us. we are mankind. © 2021, khadija faleel.

moonboy

my secrets hide in his grave.

gentle, gentle woman

2023 dead tongue's language haiku. some tanaka

from under my breath,

pretty words that mostly rhyme 🤍

[14] - monday's child.

𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴. original poetry i wrote at fourteen.