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Jan 2015 · 449
Hazard a Question
Rhianecdote Jan 2015
and
What's        Why's?
            
                        The
                 makings
         and
           demise
    
           Of us.
Jan 2015 · 756
Left Unsaid.
Rhianecdote Jan 2015
Sometimes there's
nothing more beautiful
than things left unsaid...

                     And sometimes
                      there's nothing
                                 worse.
The conflict between endless possibility and certainty is something that leads to the contradiction that is my life.
Each bring their own comforts and pitfalls, possibility allowing for hope, but is it false?
Certainty allowing for self assurance but at the cost of imagination and potential.
Jan 2015 · 480
Growing Pains
Rhianecdote Jan 2015
You know how you're supposed to grow?

Well I retreated.

Treated and Re-Treated,

For ailments unknown.
Jan 2015 · 1.4k
Truth be Told
Rhianecdote Jan 2015
Truth be told,

              I don't think anyone
understands the hurt that I hold.

                                                Least of all me...
Dec 2014 · 4.5k
Scar Stories
Rhianecdote Dec 2014
Scars
mean
    you're
           no
             longer
           bleeding
             out.

                               Scars
                                   mean
                                        that
                                          you
                                       healed.

                                                        ­So
                                                      never
                                                      be        ­                      .                                          ­   ashamed
                                                             or afraid
                                                          ­      of scars.
Dec 2014 · 1.4k
This Grace
Rhianecdote Dec 2014
I'd pause as
you'd say Grace,
fork hovering in space
even though I didn't
hold that faith.
Call it gracefull,
and you were grateful,
You were great...
at times
Moody and complex
enough to frustrate...
at times
Changed my mind
on a lot of things,
changed it back again,
enigmatic to the end.
Faith restored and lost
When this Angel was sent.
So I utter this grace
to our beginning
and our end.
Dec 2014 · 2.4k
Haunted Down
Rhianecdote Dec 2014
Ever feel haunted
by your future?
Cause I do.
Haunted by something
that has no right to a ghost
as it's not been given
LIFE or DEATH yet.
Dec 2014 · 634
I'm a Worrier not a Warrior
Rhianecdote Dec 2014
Choose your conflict.*

                           *Internal


             ­                       Or

                            EXTERNAL?
­
                                      **It's gonna be one
Dec 2014 · 374
Turn Around
Rhianecdote Dec 2014
Drop the FRONT
  
                          Cause it only makes me


wanna see the BACK of you
I have so little tolerance for facades now.
Dec 2014 · 1.0k
Peshawar 141
Rhianecdote Dec 2014
Walked into a school

And taught a lesson to us all;

With one moment in the present

You can ****** the **future
My heart goes out to Pakistan.
I don't think that there's anything more tragic than the loss of a child let alone the ****** of many. People are no doubt going to argue the politics, the history the religious elements that have led to this travesty all in search of an explanation but the simple heart of the matter is this; the fact that we all live in a world where this occurs makes us all responsible and I feel that the cutting short of all those young lives, all that possibility, is  unforgivable. Literally murdered the future.
Dec 2014 · 3.6k
Jesus Walks, Money Talks
Rhianecdote Dec 2014
Religion hasn't changed.

Different day, same ****

Still follow a profit ...
Dec 2014 · 3.2k
Mixed Signals: PRESS SEND
Rhianecdote Dec 2014
You my friend
    
                Mistake stubbornness

                                            For *Strength
pride and stubbornness can often be mistaken for strength when infact the true strength lies in letting such things go.
*yodas voice*
*insert relevant Chinese proverb here*
(Doesn't even need to be relevant to be honest)
Dec 2014 · 440
Compare Beware
Rhianecdote Dec 2014
If you can parry son
                               the comparisons
Then you can carry on.
                               But if you cannot son
They'll just pick away at you
                                Endlessly
Till nothing's left
                                Like carrion.
Personality begins where comparison ends.
It's a dangerous path to tread if you let it infiltrate your head.
Dec 2014 · 884
HEAD to HEART
Rhianecdote Dec 2014
The HEART wasn't made to HATE
                    
               It's the HEAD that HOLDS onto that

                                        To HIDE the HURT
Rhianecdote Dec 2014
I don't know if it's good to make light of things that upset you.
I don't know if that joke takes away from the pain.
I don't know if that laugh makes me strong or a liar.
All I know is a good sense of humour has got me through time and again.
Tragedy+Time= Comedy right?
Dec 2014 · 5.4k
It's Understandable
Rhianecdote Dec 2014
Hello again,
Insomnia my old friend,
Keeping me awake with thoughts
I can't        s
                 h
                     a
                        k
                     e
Like how I increasingly don't understand
                               people

                
                 Cause maybe I'm not able,

                      **Understand-able
Dec 2014 · 379
On Thirst Thoughts...
Rhianecdote Dec 2014
POOR ME,

              
                      *POOR ME
,



                                   *
Pour me a drink...
I actually worry about this mentality sometimes
Dec 2014 · 1.1k
Game Play
Rhianecdote Dec 2014
And now I feel like a fool
                
             cause it seems
                     I played
                         the game
                               all wrong

                                    all in the
                         attempt to not
                    play at all
Life is no Game-Boy
Dec 2014 · 2.9k
Reality Talk
Rhianecdote Dec 2014
"You need to step into the real world. You're living a fantasy"


Sorry Ma but that life's not for me.  

                                          So I'll just sit slack

                       And kick back to

My own zone of **reality
Cause it's all relative any way right? All a matter of perspective
Dec 2014 · 497
From Me... To You
Rhianecdote Dec 2014
I'm sorry that you think
I opened my legs
and closed my mind to you.
I'm sorry that
that was partly true
because my feelings
I no longer knew
how to speak to you,
But I hoped I could show you,
Through my body,
through acting as
release for you.
Even though I knew
freedom in another way
is what you'd choose...
From me...to you
I'm sorry that every time
you slipped into me
I slipped a little further
away from you.
And that when I cried
that night unexpectedly,
wasn't because that intimacy
was overwhelming,
it was the distance
I felt in that closest
of moments,
first time I
experienced lonely.
And I'm sorry
cause this was not
what I had planned.
But most of all I'm sorry
that I couldn't
make you understand
all I really wanted was to
hold your hand .



*And now as we Part I Wonder Who will Restart this Handheld Heart?
Dec 2014 · 791
Transition Transmission
Rhianecdote Dec 2014
For the longest time I have avoided everything and anything that could potentially cause me stress or heartache. I have forfeited all of my potential in this pursuit. Wound my way around every which way, detour and diversion in a futile attempt to defer the inevitable and now I find myself at a dead end; without a friend.
Diverted my attention to ease any tension, but the constant detour, the long way round leaves a man weary; weary in waiting. Increasing the tension, the anxiety and the depression. Decreasing the fun, the happiness, the opportunity to be content! Because it's not a con, not really. It's a state that I could cross into absent of barriers if they weren't of my own making. No AK's line those gates, no watchful eyes or suspicious minds. Just an imagination creating a nation in its own image ; MY OWN MARRED IMAGINATION perceiving shadows as threats. But shadows they are and shadows they remain, shadows that grow in size and engulf me as I run further and further away. But shadows are only casts of the man; they do not exist without the being. Shadows have been cast but shadows may also be cast out; they are nothing without their maker.
Written over a year ago during a time where great change was needed in my life and I'm glad to say that for the most part I have stuck to such sentiments and it's made all the difference in life. A lot of us are scared of change but  it's important to remember that it is one of the constants in life and as long as that is the case there is always a chance that things will change in your favour.

Its simple maths *******!

Probability ftw! :)
Rhianecdote Dec 2014
So I'll give you time
As I stop the clock on me.
Afford you minutes
As my FUNds deplete
May be broke
But I'll wave the fee,
Cause I'm a fool you see.
Embracing the fall
Of this fallacy.
Cause I do this
all in the knowing
that our times up really
And you're about
to say goodbye to me.
Those ones where you wrote something years ago but it eerily applies to the present . Romance on Repeat.
Dec 2014 · 468
Line Up
Rhianecdote Dec 2014
Haven't been myself for a while now,
Adopted a new identity,
Inhibited another role far removed from what you see, saw...

Shadow strayed far from its maker,
Ship that's been long lost at sea,
Line up of all shapes and sizes
All professing to be me.
Dec 2014 · 2.5k
This Pairing Despairing
Rhianecdote Dec 2014
Oh dear dance partner in despair*

must you weep now that the song is over?
Dec 2014 · 2.8k
P.O.P
Rhianecdote Dec 2014
The little Prince of Persia
Who's purpose is to depurse ya,
Dispersing suits, clock off time city worker,
Mark your card, inertia.
He's no mathematician or  magician
But give him a dynamoment to take you to the cleaners,
cause this one's mean a!
Hellbent on humiliation he'll reverend run you to the station.
He's counting cards, counting on ya till your seeing stars, K.O, ringside seat whilst you get parred, po, poker face he'll drive you gaga!
So Loay and behold he might not be honourable, but he's willing and able to bring the last supper to this table.
He's not called Jack but he's a joker, in guise he tries to choke ya, draw the ace but it won't help ya,
cause you're a disgraced King
and you've just been usurped sir,
by that little Prince of Persia.
I've met some characters this year and this is in homage to one of those. Loay the little Iranian hustler who couldn't be without a deck of cards in his hand despite being under constant threat of expulsion for gambling in college. But like every true poker player he took that risk, alas his luck did run out. After failing his exams and his semi devout Dad finding out about said gambling he got sent back to the "homeland" and nobody's seen him all summer or since. Either way, this kid had a gift and despite that economics qualification not going to plan I'm sure that we'll all be seeing him in a world poker tournament or heading some pyramid scheme in the near future. :) I'm sure he'll do well...well he better! cause the little ****  still owes me 3 quid!
Dec 2014 · 1.2k
Guess Work
Rhianecdote Dec 2014
So I'll make my 1st guess, my 2nd and my 3rd
And they'll all be wrong or right
But this isn't Rumplestiltskin
Just grim
No fairies or happy endings,
Just tales.

So I'll make my 4th guess, my 5th and my 6th
And they'll all be wrong or right.
But there's no clarity to be had in being cowardly
Just underserved charity
And that case just doesn't suit me.

So I'll make my 7th guess, my 8th and my 9th,
And I might just have had enough to make the call.
So send me down the direct line
The blunt knife may cut deep
But at least it won't chip away at me endlessly like the nth degree, the not knowing...
At times it's best just to be blunt.
Nov 2014 · 413
Last Orders
Rhianecdote Nov 2014
Conversation becomes my obituary.**

  *Every sentence beckons closer the death of me.

Repeated chorus of a scratched and scathed LP,

stuttered , spluttered end to the symphony.

So put the violins back
they have been worn out.
Let them whisper and no longer shout.
Place bow in case let there be no doubt,
when next I turn my back on this stage
it'll be as I bow out.
Nov 2014 · 616
We're Through...
Rhianecdote Nov 2014
It's sad but true.
And they ask me do I miss you?
And I reply how can you miss someone you're not even sure you knew?

                                  It's sad but true.
Nov 2014 · 329
The Present Pretense
Rhianecdote Nov 2014
Pretentious people*
       you will never know
          the endless entertainment
                 that you provide me with!  

But* if you did...
          
                 you would probably overstate it.
Nov 2014 · 460
CapitaLies
Rhianecdote Nov 2014
I laid across from you
and looked into your eyes
and asked you what you wanted
and you said
"to make you happy"
and I believe that it was sincere.
But now I lie alone,
staring at a wall
and I wonder
" am I happy?"
cause you're no longer here.
Nov 2014 · 288
Word Press
Rhianecdote Nov 2014
You're living life in
        limited edition
             and it's not
                   a rare thing.
                          Too few fresh
                                  a copy
                                      when the past
                                            is *binding...
Nov 2014 · 1.3k
Dream on
Rhianecdote Nov 2014
Her aspirations were her only inspirations.

So tell me, once they'd
been realised what was she to do?

*What is a dreamer without a dream?
Nov 2014 · 930
Front Page
Rhianecdote Nov 2014
You never liked me,
              
              you never loved me
                            
                           and you never could.
                                
                       ­          Cause you never saw me,

                          you never knew me

       and you never *would.
Nov 2014 · 491
Homeward Bound
Rhianecdote Nov 2014
If Home is where the heart is then i am cynically homeless . I have no idea where this heart belongs. It seems that whatever beats in this chest was repossessed long ago. By what or by whom I do not know, but it is gone.

And if home is these streets I grew up in then I'd better set up a cardboard box and start begging. Cause these days I wander familiar paths aimlessly, a dreamer that cannot sleep, wondering where it is I should be; because it is not here.

Taking endless bus journies to escape the monotony, seeking a beginning out of the ends. Knowing this place is the death of me but I'll only ever reach purgatory, cause I always cross over and end up back here.

Sometimes I feel like I'm haunted by this place called home.

And if home is this family, then I'm an orphan surely? This family has forgotten itself. Strangers in silence that hoard emotions on shelves, call it store rage as it simmers in stealth. Daily reminder that I'm just mad at myself cause at this age being so dependent is proving bad for my health.

But maybe I say this all unfairly, cause it's a bad day, so let me re evaluate this place I  call home.

Home is this pen I take with me, the thoughts and feelings it sets free.
Home is the memories.
Home is any place I feel at ease, the people I want to come back to when I leave, the comfort food I eat.
Home is the arms that hold me,  keep me connected when I'm lonely.
Home is that reciprocated intimacy, knowing that when I'm gone you miss me, that smile that only he could give me.
Home is knowing you love me even when i'm angry.
Home is where I can just let it be, those moments of inner peace, the tranquillity.
Home is being care free, laughing uncontrollably making jokes somewhat inappropriately but all in good humour and company.
Home is knowing who I be despite what you see or think of me, singing loudly in public and not self consciously cause fear's been overtaken by curiousity but love mostly.

And maybe I say all this because it's a good day, either way this has got me thinking. Home isn't really a place a person or a thing, it's a feeling. So don't  you see?  I'll always be homeward bound because it begins and ends with me.
Credit to my good friend Andre for the opening line. You said it to me many years ago and it stuck with me.
Nov 2014 · 969
Turn over a new Tealeaf...
Rhianecdote Nov 2014
Here comes the Anxietea.
                
                      Best
                          
                            Gulp  
                                    
                                       It
                                        
                                            down.
Nov 2014 · 456
Claritease
Rhianecdote Nov 2014
I'm just questioning sanity,
hoping that if I walk this path long enough confusion leads to clarity
and that when I reach there finally,
despite countless days in the haze my eyes will be able to see.
That'll I'll be able to lie down in peace without drowning in how you've lied to me.

Cause these days I rest less,
it's why i walk around asleep.
Walking dead, so I'm writing my will free.
Hoping that if I can't trust you again,
I'll at least trust me.
Nov 2014 · 637
The Sigh Life
Rhianecdote Nov 2014
It started on a goodbye
and it ended not on a bang
or a boom
or a high.
Just a sigh,
to fill a space where there were no words left to speak.
#romance #relationships #endings #love #anticlimactic #speechless #sigh
Nov 2014 · 255
Nomadiction
Rhianecdote Nov 2014
They call it Nomad for a reason.

                            There's less stress
                                                               alone.
#alone #single #stress #nomadic
Nov 2014 · 182
The Starting Line
Rhianecdote Nov 2014
A conversation started on a "I don't know what to say" A good a place as any to start, I suppose in a way. Pacing and laughter and shaking of heads, shaking of hands but no agreement reached yet.
Decisions, decisions when will they be made? When these heads are unwilling lest the hearts be left scathed. Cause words of the heart are not easily swayed, so I start where you stop... but just what to say?
#hesitation #love #speechless
Rhianecdote Nov 2014
I'm tired of shallow people, I'm tired of deep people, I'm just tryna go with the flow people, do what I gotta do to stay afloat people, get in my rubber dinghy and go people. Cause maybe I belong with those boat people, when dry land doesn't understand that I float people. Fish outta water I choke people. So do me a favour and forget I even spoke people...
#deep #shallow #fish #tired
Nov 2014 · 354
I Confess...
Rhianecdote Nov 2014
Lately I've been a bit careless,
this stress causing me distress.
Just wish I could care less...
#stress #care
Nov 2014 · 542
Committed
Rhianecdote Nov 2014
They said he had commitment issues
as he hung from the beam.
Toing and froing
tolling their grief.
Change in his pockets and a crumpled receipt.
Ticket for one, a show never seen.

Pacing around him
the floorboards they squeak.
Flashes and flash backs,
some think him weak.
A life never lived
and a love ever lost.
The ending of his story its ultimate cost.

And they said he had commitment issues,
so he hung from that beam.
Toing and froing,
telling his grief.
One way ticket, discarded seat.
No place for change in his darkened genes.
#commitment #depression #death #sad #love #loss
Nov 2014 · 392
Pandoras Gift
Rhianecdote Nov 2014
But you're nothing more than an insomniac, focused entirely on the things you lack. You muse you dream but in the end you slack and you have no one but yourself to thank for that.
The sun beckons but you ignore its calls, deafened by your worries and the doubt that stalls, all you want to do and what you hope to be, the hope that lifts you up momentarily, before the clouds impair your sight and the sun now too close appears to bleed light that has now become too bright
and just like Icarus hope gets burnt and falls back down to the ground where now it crawls.
You try to lift yourself up and stare warily at those around you and try to see,
what it is they possess that you don't have but you are filled with nothing but jealousy.
The sun is not for you is what you decide so the darkness is where you now reside. You wonder if from your mind you will ever be free.
I guess not, cause your mind belongs to me.
#depression #anxiety #doubt #insomnia #self-esteem #mind
Nov 2014 · 639
And I wonder...
Rhianecdote Nov 2014
And I wonder how do I live a life without expectations when all I have are dreams?My hopes my only salvation or so it seems.
Nov 2014 · 624
Brown eyes shouldn't cry
Rhianecdote Nov 2014
She wonders if behind her bubbly exterior anyone can truly see her. Her reflection still lingers in the mirror but as she gets nearer it becomes an unrecognisable figure.

Conflicted, constricted as her life is restricted to the kitchen.

Her starsign was on the dotted line of this contract, not to be lived out as Taurus but for us! Them and a community that's idea of unity is spreading rumours about other families between sips of tea.

Sitting head in hands, these boundaries are bound to be the end of me is all she sees.

But this is my life! Why the continual strife? May as well pick up that knife on the side left from breakfast, better act fast and cut me, cut me deep, put me to sleep, Cause I can't walk this path, the one you lay before me.

The red carpet that fades to pink as it's left in the rain. The most I can hope for is the same in terms of my pain, that it erodes as I rust, become a husk of what I was and instead of tread that path, haunt it.
Written for my best friend, cause sometimes it can be hard to reconcile two cultures
Nov 2014 · 318
The Jelousy Saw
Rhianecdote Nov 2014
Jealousy sees me but I feign indifference.

Jealousy sees through me but I was born with green eyes so I can hide the despise, an envy in guise that smiles as it lies deemed the innocent.

Honest is me? No honest you see but honest I'm not, honestly quite the opposite is me. Liar that lies to themselves, sighs and cries to themselves, hoards emotions on shelves, call it Store Rage.

So jealousy cease in me, sign this treaty please cause you only tease,  won't you give me peace? Piece removed with ease, named Redemption...
#jealousy #truth #redemption #lies
Nov 2014 · 247
R.E Resolve
Rhianecdote Nov 2014
So I'm giving up on giving up,
It's got me nowhere.
Getting through instead of out,
seeing the light outside the glare.
Worry used to weigh me down
but now I just don't care.
So whenever you're ready my friend
I hope to see you there.
Nov 2014 · 652
Truth is...
Rhianecdote Nov 2014
A lot of us aren't fully what we make out to be
but a lot of us are sincerely trying to be and I believe beauty still lies in the forgery if you see it for what it is...
Nov 2014 · 418
Flawed
Rhianecdote Nov 2014
Tryna switch the K.O to the O.K
for all those ringside but despite how hard I try I can't make everything better,
cause to say it' s all alright is a common lie.
I'm not O.K, I'm K.O
all you've gotta do is look me in the eye. But you won't.
It's hard to see ghosts haunting paths before their time
and besides Immortal Combat doesn't warrant eye contact when you've got nothing to lose in life, but there's no winners either and I'm tired,
so forgive me as I look up and cry out that immortal line.
"FINISH HIM!"
Cause right now I'd rather...
Nov 2014 · 846
Nonetheless.
Rhianecdote Nov 2014
I'll have you think me crazy, to justify my own ineptness.
                Brand me as lazy to ease the regret fest.
                       Bind me in safety nets so I can forget stress.
                             Tell me I'm fine, so I can accept less.
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