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Rhianecdote Jan 2015
There are two reasons why people get defensive.

They are either being greeted with a categorical lie about their nature.

But more likely an absolute but as of yet unaccepted truth of themselves.
Rhianecdote Feb 2015
Go with God?
But *who
is God to me?
Would you have me walk
side by side with a stranger?

Walk with the Lord?
No.
I run and I run free,
spirit and its not holy.
Besides he doesn't Walk with me

The Lord is my shepherd?
But I'm no sheep.
I belong to no flock
I long to be heard
so I stand independently.

Go to God?
I did in my time of need
but his churches gates
were closed to me,
shunned on steps seeking sanctuary
and yet it gave me the clarity
I needed to move on in life.
In seeking solace
I found growth
in the solitary, ironically.

I found a certain kind
of serenity wash over me
in rejection
an epiphany even.

That I Can't trust in God
cause I no longer
believe in He
who I cannot see,
who I can no
longer hear speak.

And it's not a matter
of right or wrong
my faith has taken me
down a different path.
Where I need to learn
to put trust in the fallacy
of human beings
of people,
of you and me.

And maybe just maybe...
that was his plan all along.
Rhianecdote Jul 2015
One should never lose their kind nature

But one should also be sure to extend it to themselves
Rhianecdote Jan 2015
Aged twelve i lost my faith in the world. Opened my eyes to my own demise and what followed was a sadness with seemingly no explanation. I looked at the world and how shallow it is and I drowned in it. Where being kind and considerate seemed to get you nowhere.

Where we were getting taught to accept all that was unfair and unjust made me feel if you care you can't trust. And most of this was from our education system, I could see that hidden curriculum. So being the most unlikely rebel I dropped out of school, point blank refused to go, dragged kicking and screaming literally grabbing onto the doorframe until they gave up, and though I was relieved it should be believed that you never really get over someone giving up on you.

So I was left , set adrift. Sit in my pyjamas though I never slept, stay inside and limit my contact with it. Protect myself from it, I wanted no part of it. But the effects of isolation should not be underestimated, it just added to it, introspective perspective, curse of the sensitive proved deadly to my spirit.  I'd Watch my friends play out from my window and wonder how can they be happy, don't they know? Don't they see the worse it gets the more you grow ? It seemed not, so maybe I was just crazy.

Self awareness too early made me wary, it was scary and I didn't understand so I surrendered to that white coat "helping hand" Your child's withdrawn, depressed and suffering from social anxiety, but was that really me? Could they not see?! They asked so many questions but never asked themselves why? Not that I could express what was going on in my mind at the time.

So I took it for gospel as I could no longer hear GODS call. (My faith in him died slowly as I'd pray every night hoping he'd show me the way but he never did) Traded it in for the words of professionals and specialists, cause they must know right? Little did I know it would shape my life for a long time.

Give an obedient child a label and they will stick to it, give an overwhelmed and confused child a label and they will thank you for it! Unlucky for me I was both. Any opportunity to make sense of the world I now saw I took willingly. Turned out mentally ill is what it would be.

The effects of isolation on an already overactive mind cannot be overstated. The battle I fought was with thought. This is why I had no time to speak to or see anybody. It was all consuming in my tiny anatomy.
Just reminiscing...

Still needs finishing
Rhianecdote Jul 2015
It's high time some people realise
That putting others down
Doesn't elevate you in any way,
shape or form

So before you take issue with me
How about you take issue
with your own insecurity?

Cause it's not a justification
for being ******
We all ***** from time to time but some people take it to another level. I've never quite understood the need for the hate or ****** comments some make about others, particularly those they don't know or even worse they're own supposed friends! I don't like being around that bad vibe, I don't like how you can be dragged into it. To say it makes me feel uncomfortable would be an understatement. For a long time I have learnt to extend patience and consideration when I understand that others "bad vibes" are coming from a place of either hurt or a low in themselves but I don't think it's always good to pander to people's low self esteem especially if they're in the wrong. In fact being blunt can do them some favours
Rhianecdote Jan 2015
I can't change for you.
This personality I can't adjust it,
cause then would you trust it?

**I wouldn't.
Rhianecdote Nov 2014
I am but an aimless wanderer,
possessing a wavering relationship with fate.
A dreamer that cannot sleep,
a freedom that can't escape.
Rhianecdote Nov 2015
You know sometimes
You catch me unaware

Like when I'm brushing your hair
And you rest your head on my stomach
But I feel your warmth in My chest
Inhale, Exhale
As I always have
but there's a Change in my breath

And suddenly this moment
Becomes very real,
yet ethereal  
it delicately spreads.
Like my fingers
Through these
Waves cascading
Down your neck
Framing
Your beautiful face

It leaves a smile on mine
To be sharing this space with you
In this place with you
Meet your eyes gaze

You call me Rhipunzal
But it's your locks
That give me a way in
Got me appreciating
Little moments like this
The closeness, the bliss
And I may still have a lot more to
Learn about love
But I can feel it here
In the quiet
On your forehead
In my kiss
Vibing to NAO - Adore you
really adds to this feeling <3
Rhianecdote Jun 2015
They say that what you want
might not be what you need

But is it really greed

To want to love and be loved?
Rhianecdote Apr 2015
I See So Many


Looking for Validation


Looking for Approval


Looking for Esteem


And love and assurance and adoration



I See So Many


Waiting on Respect


Waiting on Recognition


Waiting on Inspiration


And opinion and votes of confidence


I See So Many


Investing in the wrong things


Losing their way


As they follow another's path


Hoping to be shown


What they've known since birth


I See So Many


Turning to their left and right


Unable to head on


As they gauge the reactions


Of the many that stand side by side


All Terrified that they'll get it wrong


I See So Many


Making things so integral


To their own well being


Dependent on others


On others seeing


But all are blind


Because I see so many*


Have lost sight
I see so many and amongst that many I see me...
Rhianecdote Mar 2015
Truth is you love them still
And a part of you probably always will
And maybe that's the beauty of it
Nothing expected, nothing connected
It just stands alone and speaks for itself
Not needing to be heard
Or expressed in words
It just simply is
Rhianecdote Apr 2015
You, have got me on broken high

And neither of us

Wanna come down

They're telling me

That I might be crazy

They're telling me

There's no way out


So I half forgot I aspire,

to be so much More

I'm higher, than never before

I never, wanted anything more


This High I Feel

It's Not for Real No

It's Not Enough

I'm Lost to Love
Pretty much sums up how I feel about romance. Get yourself some good headphones and have a listen, cause house just got deep!
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
Rhianecdote Dec 2015
I have made my peace
With all that is fleeting

The ships will sail
To where they're meant to be

Time will run as it always has
But it shall not run from me

I will not stand and watch as they go
I will not give chase as they leave

Time will run
And ships will sail

But I will go my own way to see
What awaits me

I will be left
Though not alone

But Smiling

With all the memories
That accompany me
Life is but a series of moments.

I heard a song recently and it pulled me into a kind of reverie that I haven't had for some time. It transported me to those moments we have in life, precious ones where you almost take a step out of yourself to appreciate it fully. You know that it is going to come to an end but that doesn't matter because it is in these moments that you can say with a certainty   "I know happiness and I am eternally grateful for it."

Kodaline- Love like this (Acoustic)
Rhianecdote Mar 2015
Big blue eyes
Most gorgeous you'd ever seen
Shy smile
Trade mark family chubby cheeks
Staring at this photo of us three
We're only babies
Hadn't seen you for years
Family drift apart you see
But in my heart and
This photograph you'll always be.

Was sat on a wall today
And you crossed my mind
As I spoke to a friend
About Past times
And the emotion hit
I cried unexpectedly
I remember as my Dad told me
I didn't believe it
Till Dre rang me up the next minute
I said it out loud
And my voice cracked
Said I'd have to ring back

Sweet 16
Just survived major brain surgery
Chucked over the wall
And left slumped in the cold
like a Rag doll
Probably mistaken for drunk,
Out cold, another wasted teen
Yeah another wasted teen
but not in that sense,
he took your life
***** and murdered at Sweet 16

Two years younger than me
Doing well, despite adversity
Following your hopes and dreams
befriended this fiend
out of kindness and pity
He showed you none
Makes me angry
In court they tried to take away responsibility
By saying he had learning difficulties
And was high on ****
But he left you in that alley
And walked back home casually
No sign of sorry
Not even now.

You'd be 21 this year
And I can't help but wonder
What you'd be doing
if you were here
I walk past the salon and see your
Little sister doing hair
All grown up
And for a moment I stare
See her shy smile
And I become well aware
Of what strength truly is.

And truth is, I don't know
If I believe in all what lies above
But what I do know is this;
You were loved,
you ARE loved
And I don't believe
anything lies above that
It's everlasting.

You didn't get enough time
And neither did he
But that will never take away
From all the moments you did see
So maybe I can put down this photograph
Cause I don't need to See to Believe
In all that you are And will always be
Much more than just a tragedy,
Big blue eyes, shy smile
and trade mark chubby cheeks
**You're Our Jessie.
In memory of my little cousin Jessie <3 Maybe one day I'll write something that will do her justice.
Sometimes tragedy gives us a moment in life to reflect on what should actually be a priority
Rhianecdote Dec 2014
Religion hasn't changed.

Different day, same ****

Still follow a profit ...
Rhianecdote Feb 2015
Using your past to justify your present
Is the wrong way to go

Use your present to justify a future
and make it a good one bro.
Rhianecdote May 2015
You and I

Are like faded vouchers.

**No matter what they say

We are Redeemable
You can vouch(er) on that!
Rhianecdote Feb 2015
I can't lie.

The ups and downs are a bit much at times,

I'd rather tread the flat line

But as long as my heart beats,

I got time.
Rhianecdote Jan 2015
Taking endless photographs of yourself.

Why?

So you'll know who you are?

Or

So they never will.
The selfie life is a weird phenomenon. I think it's less a matter of vanity  and more one of identity. I love photography, but photographs can be such false memories especially when they shout "say cheese"
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.
Rhianecdote Mar 2017
Wondering how at nearly 25
I'm feelin left out?
This shelved life
got me in two minds
But I won't cry over split milk
It'll soon be dried
Up like the invites
I forgot to R.S.V.P
too busy tellin you
I'm just too busy
tryin to do me,
Right?*

Just do right by me
tonight
And bring me back in.
Going off ain't a sin,
Yeah I may have gone off
but not by much.
Still here on the side,
Tried to stay in touch
Reaching distance,
So reach out
And pick me up
it's worthwhile
you've not had enough
What's gone today,
come tomorrow will fill your cup.
Left overs still the best
Just need some heating up,
A fresh season,
a little warmth and love
When you're feeling like a left out carton of milk on the kitchen counter
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.
Rhianecdote May 2015
Why is it that when someone
lets you down it becomes
a culmination of all the other let downs?

You say that they've always been around
when you know full well that they haven't.
But then can anyone ever be?

It's cool right, cause people got life's to live,
I don't begrudge it, but it just adds to a lil warning sign, a check to Reality

Are we really as close as we claim to be?

I know I've been there for you and you've been there for me

**But are we really as close as we claim to be?
My outlook is looking bright! Ha!
Rhianecdote Mar 2015
Am I just supposed to keep putting myself in predicaments of pain?
Feeling the impending rejection time and again
Second guessing till I'm driven insane
Losing patience in this waiting game
Unsure if there's anything to gain
Amongst all this loss
Reason I walked away in the first place
Rebounded back as I felt the strain
Hoping things would change
But have they?
Have they changed?
I don't think so
And is it my right to wish it?
Have I changed?
I don't know
And though it's hard to admit it
What I want to grow
Is not what I need to grow
And though I'm reaching my limit
This was all about letting go
From the start right to the *finish
Letting go is one one the hardest lessons we all face in life, but a very necessary one. Part of me doesn't even want to post this, cause I don't want to believe my inner honesty, dang...
Rhianecdote Jun 2015
They said the world is your oyster!

So I jumped off a bridge

To see if there was any truth to it


Would it swallow me up

Make use of the ****

Spit me back out

Having made a pearl from it
Rhianecdote Jun 2015
They call it a depression because it is like sinking.

It's like sinking in a perspex box. You can see the help, you can hear the muffled voices as you start to go under but they just can't get to you.

But what if you realised that that perspex box was in fact a bubble, and that bubbles float and that you could stay afloat until you could see it through. You could see through the haze and see this despair in all its transparency: it's pain and pain subsides, these tides won't take you under. You're not trapped in a perspex box, you're in a bubble, a compromised barrier easily popped and they will reach out to you , their voices will become clear, hold out your hand, lend an ear...listen and they will listen back.
Rhianecdote Apr 2015
Got the Concentration levels
Of a McDonald's coke
Wish I could order "no ice"

Tolerance levels
Of a recovering alcoholic
Losing my status of "nice"

Fitness levels
Of a Weight Watcher on the wagon
Piece of Cake we all want a slice

Trust levels
Of Drake on a date
Always gotta think twice
But...
(I reiterate the previous verses last line)
Rhianecdote Jun 2015
You can't lie to me

So don't fool yourself into thinking your lack of honesty was sparing me


I knew


You can't lie to me

The only reason your lie could survive

Is cause I can lie to myself
Rhianecdote Jun 2015
When they ask how you are

lie

Lie

and

LIE

Some more
It's sad how I think this way of dealing with life is encouraged. People don't really open up to each other and I think it's cause they don't believe others will listen or help but I hope we will all keep the faith and tell people how we really feel if we need to
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.
Rhianecdote Apr 2015
Pain is like a caged beast

It needs to be released

And that means you can't keep on feeding it

Cause of course it'll ****** come back!
I don't know why but I imagine this being read in David Attenboroughs voice..partly due to the fact that it would be incredibly entertaining to hear him Say "******" XD
Rhianecdote May 2015
Why is everybody so lonely?*

Reaching out online for someone to understand

But can they hold your hand?

Like I can

Give you a hug with the up most sincerity?

Like me

Can you really recreate that intimacy

Without physical Reciprocity

Or is it all just fantasy?


And yeah maybe

One day you'll meet

But will it just be a novelty

Once you Wipe away the allure of anonymity

Where you can disappear or project with ease

Cause were you even there in the first place

Did you really want to be seen?


And I ask myself

Why is everybody so lonely?

Dismissing all around them with ease

Too afraid to speak

Keeping those in reality at proxy

Serving what need?

The right to anonymity

Cause I don't think you really wanna be seen

True Bonds are too risky

Rather shun that responsibility

In case they leave

Or you want to.


And you wonder

Why everybody is so lonely

When Social interaction has become so empty

People with an inability to truly listen or speak

Cause they're too busy

Heads bowed down to mobile technology

World wide web retreat

Was my guy Jamiroquai right!

Is the Future made of Virtual insanity?

Cause if we're all so connected

Then why is everybody so lonely?



**Cause they choose to be.
In my humble opinion I really don't think that you can beat face to face interaction, I believe that there's something lost when we become detached from this. Its a worry of mine that this fundamental of being a social being is rapidly becoming lost. Social media can be an incredibly anti social phenomenon. I don't know about anyone else but I strive to stay truly connected to those and that around me, anything less in my eyes is a disservice and quite frankly isolating territory.
Rhianecdote Jan 2015
You never
knew how
much I lost
in loving you.

And Loss is
not always
synonymous
with the bad.
Rhianecdote Apr 2015
Looking to the Lost
To find yourself

But you won't

Cause two lost
people together
Only ever stay lost.

But at least then
they may just
get lost in each other.
I'm tired of being lost. It's like I'm playing a game of hide and seek by myself! Time to take a look in the mirror...
Rhianecdote Mar 2015
Don't lose yourself

In the promise of finding yourself

Cause you were always right here

A person and a place I'd always want near.
Is it true that Only the lost can be found?
Rhianecdote Nov 2014
What do you want from me?
Do I frustrate you?  
What does that look, that gleam betray to you?
What do the thoughts that dance behind those eyes say of you?
Are they the same as mine, will they remain true?

And what if those thoughts they changed, would you tell me?
If they somehow get rearranged would you sell me?
Exchange me in your thoughts silently before I see,
another taking my place before I  take leave.

But you don't even tell me them now at the beginning.
No words from a mouth that is kissing.
No words from a mouth so no sinning?
So tell me who here is winning?

And all this goes through my mind as we're kissing
and none of it matters because I'm no longer missing
what it could have been like to be with you
because that which  could have been has become truth.

This one and one has become two
but as the individuals they undo
will you and will I remain too?
Will you and will I remain true?
Rhianecdote Feb 2015
I didn't ask if you got over your first love

I asked if you got over your first heartbreak

**They're two different things.
Love doesn't have exclusive rights to heartbreak, or maybe it does, just not always in a romantic form. Just a thought...
Rhianecdote Apr 2015
Isn't it funny
How you dismiss the love
Of those who are probably
the most sincere
I've done it quite a lot in life
And I can't even pretend that I care
Cause I don't
When I think about it
There's rarely any stirring feeling there
It's more of an annoyance
That I don't take seriously
Crush your silly crush!
I've audibly told one to just
"Get over it" once

Isn't it funny how
You miss the love of those
that never gave it.
I've done this quite a lot in life
And I can't even pretend that I don't care
Cause I do.
When I think about it
the despairing it stirs just seems unfair
It's an unhealthy preoccupation
That I take too seriously
Weighs heavy and crushes me
Audibly looked in the mirror
And told myself to "Get over it"
Once, twice, or more.
Rhianecdote Apr 2015
The moment I felt embarrassed

After sayin those three words

I knew

You wasn't the one

I should be sayin them to
... and it's funny cause
The moment I felt embarrassed
When I saw you
Was also the moment I knew
I liked you

I guess things come full circle eh
Hey **, quite a sobering moment. You've gotta laugh. Sometimes I wonder if I even meant it
Rhianecdote Apr 2015
(PRESENT)
It is a hard thing to tell someone that you love them when you know that you're not gonna hear it back

(AFTERMATH)
It is a foolish thing to tell someone that you love them when you know that you're not gonna hear it back.

(FUTURE)
It is a Brave thing to tell someone that you love them when you know that you're not gonna hear it back.
I reckon this will be how it goes
Rhianecdote Nov 2015
So I'll throw stones,
cause I can already see the cracks
aim for them and brace myself
for all that's hailed back

Cause sometimes the best way
to see who you really are
is to see what you do under attack

I won't rely on glass to protect me,
I'll have my own back

Shatter my own shell
Be rid of false Fragility,
Free all the ability
With the agility
Gained from the shield I now lack
Rhianecdote Jan 2015
We all have to live
with the choices we make.

It's just a hell of a lot
harder if they were a **mistake.
It's gonna be a long year...
Rhianecdote Jul 2015
Her name is Chandney
In Punjabi it means the Moon
The thing about the moon is
It's not always appreciated
as much as it should be

The Sun steals all the glory
The Moon merely awaits its time
To come and reflect on the days
the Sun has left behind

The Moon picks up the pieces.

Chandney is my best friend
for a time she was my only friend
The only person I would call a friend
Not because I'd known her for so long
But because of all the things she'd done

Like coming to my door everyday
after school when I'd dropped out
and wasn't leaving the house,
tellin me about her day through the
intercom when she was young
and had the time to do that

The Moon kept me in touch
with the world of the Sun,
gave me a little bit of light left over
in the days when I saw none

And that's something that I will never forget

Like the first time I saw the moon cry
This moon is strong, this moon has pride
That hurt me inside
And every time since when I've seen
a sad face etched on your surface

I've cried with you, side by side
As you were Beside yourself
Day I realised that love comes
In many different forms
Cause I'd go above and beyond
anything I could ever do for myself
To reach out to you, lift you up
make you Smile, offer help

As long as I'm around
I want you to know
That the Moon is never truly alone
You have a sky full of stars
to keep you company
Consider the closest one to You as Me

We've shared some memorable nights
You and I
From first sleep overs
To gettin waved for the first time

Unlike so many The Moon
doesn't change with the tides
Loyal friend to this lunatic
The Moon changes the tides

When I was left alone
Crying night after night
The Moon watched over me
The Moon kept me company
Even in silence when
I didn't want to speak

The Moon was there

The constant silver lining
Reminding me that a new
day was gonna come
And I'd see the dark times through
Moon by my side goin through
the dark times too

We met as kids
And together we grew
I believe life for me is like
Those late night car journies
I'm Lucky, It's True

That No matter where you go
When you look out the window
The Moon is always with you
I've come to realise that a lot of my poetry falls on the sad end of the spectrum particularly when its to do with my own dilemmas. When I write about the people who I care for in life I do notice a difference. It's definitely more upbeat. It's good to show appreciation to those we care for in life, all too often these people are taken forgranted. If I've written about you it definitely means that you've made an impression on me in life and if I haven't there's a good chance I just haven't got around to it yet :P
Rhianecdote Nov 2015
So I'll throw stones,
cause I can already see the cracks.
Aim for them and brace myself
for all that's hailed back
Cause sometimes the best way
to see who you really are
is to see what you do under attack
I won't rely on glass to protect me,
I'll have my own back 
Shatter my own shell
Be rid of false Fragility,
Free all the ability
With the agility
Gained from the shield I now lack
There comes a time when every Mime must escape their glass box.
Haha I just clocked this is the same as another poem of mine...Finding Dory moment ... Oh well
Rhianecdote Mar 2015
Lost Sight in life
Though I'm not Blind

ConsideRate
Yet I'm not paid in Kind

Now I'm Lost
As I searched to Find

I gave it Heart
Only to lose my Mind.
Rhianecdote Jan 2015
Do you know what sums up the dark side of capitalism perfectly?
A Banks steps on a cold night occupied by a homeless lady.
That's what I saw tonight and it hit me.
The sheer juxtaposition pushed home the level of inequality
we see daily and walk past...
Thought of Marx
" There's something rotten at the core of a society that increases its wealth without diminishing its misery"
and believe me I'm no ******,
but it was eerie.
To put it simply
I worry for and care about *humanity.
“The True Measure of Any Society can be found in how it treats its most vulnerable members” – Ghandi
Rhianecdote Apr 2015
The biggest killer?

DISAPPOINTMENT

It gets us all
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)
Rhianecdote Jan 2016
It's funny how those first meetings are etched into your memory
At the time you have no idea of the significance or the impact that meeting would have

When I first met you,
you was wearing a batman
onesie in Maccy D's
You gave someone else a hug
Looked at me, I smiled shyly
Little did I know how special
You would come to mean to me.

Last time I saw you
I gave you a hug that I didn't really want to end
Now I'm sat in a park, surrounded by people playing pretend
Because there's only one person I really want to be here with
And that's you
02/07/15
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