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Rhianecdote Nov 2015
"Loads of guys talk to Rhi"
On a day such statements and possible insinuations don't **** me off
they actually entertain me.

What do people think of me?
What do they really see?
Used to be a source of teenage paranoia
Now I'm more intrigued

It's 6 am,
After party at Mag's house!
Everyone's sleepy
Sun's coming up
Smokers coming in and out from the balcony
Sliding doors
Dawn chorus
Sat in the darkest corner
On a wicker chair
Tryin to go unseen
Feelin I look a state
Makeup has started to fade
No longer hiding me
No one in this room
Would know though
About that insecurity
Had me Avoidin mirrors
When out since the age of 15
That's a long time to not be
able to face yourself

But now this young guys facing me
I've sparked an interest you see
Half cut Johny who I shared the car journey
Back with has been spreading the word
That I do carpentry
And he's intrigued
So he's crouched down beside me
Eyes wide open,
Probing me, testing my knowledge
Rollin off his story of going off the rails
And joining the army
But how carpentry gives him some peace
I smile, I listen, I speak
Shake his hand
As he introduces himself as Steve
Asks if he's steppin on anyone's toes
Cause he believes the Dj
That's followed us back
For the after party
Is my boyfriend
Cause we were talkin
And he was stood next to me
I laugh at how fast
Assumptions are made
In the dark
It's kinda funny
He feels awkward now
Says it's nice to meet me
Leaves
Sigh of relief

Why do loads of guys talk to Rhi?
The banter most probably

Hear Dj taking the Micky
(Turns out to be his name ironically)
As he walks back in
Tryin to set up his sound system
Steve says get some Scart leads
We're cracking up
I say something off the cuff, witty
He Spuds me
I'm a "bro" after all right

What do you do?
I dance
But you was stood behind me all night!
Ha! No, just for a bit,
I was watching what you was doin

He starts telling me about beats per minute
I ask him bout the Djing
How I'm interested in doin it
We Banter about how he'd teach me
How I'd be his prodigy
I think he means it

Says we got him in trouble with the club
For changing up his set
Cause we were goin in
We were feelin it
Asks me to guess where he's from
I say You look mixed race
But I bet your Cypriot

Says he's Half Turk, half Greek
That's why things didn't work out
between Mummy and Daddy

Chuckles softly

He's a Barber during the week
Cut Rita Oras hair the other day
Shows me the tweet
He's likable, pretty sweet
Says he's glad I'm there
Cause he doesn't know anyone here
And he'd have no one to talk to
A shy dj
Looks like Drake
Kind of a giveaway
His Nose is running
I say
what have you been sniffing
Grinning teeth
Smiles and shakes his head
How can you say that
To Someone you've just met?!
You're cheeky!

Asks if I smoke or do drugs
When I reply no
He jokingly asks to marry me
I say where's the ring?
He gets out his keys
Puts it on my finger we laugh
Who knew getting a wife
would be that easy?

Calm down sunshine!
my games more stealthy


But I reiterate
"loads of guys talk to Rhi"

What do they mean?
I'm a guys girl
Always have always will be
If this night has confirmed anything
It's that
Certain females just don't warm to me
Give them a compliment
They're ******* me
Make a joke
They're ******* me
Dance by one
Accidentally knock her phone
Out her hand she sits down immediately
Face of thunder
I Say sorry,
Skulk off awkwardly
Beat myself up about it momentarily
Then get annoyed and think **** it
Head back to where I'm meant to be
Just the dance floor and me
Where I get smiles and laughs and looks
I can't quite decipher
"White gyal skanker!"
Mutter out apologies as I stand on
Some guys toes
Tells me no worries I'm a dancer

Hell I'm a flirt too!
I speak to guys cause
it's what I know how to do
It's easy conversation
It's fun
But I know that when this nights over
it's all said and done
No need to mention
I have no true intention
Of speaking to or seeing these people again
Maybe I should
Maybe that's how I'll make connections
But for now I'm tired but it's a good tired
I feel at peace
There's something wonderfully dreamy
About the after party
People slowly waking up from the make believe of the night
As they're fighting off sleep
DJ Micky making his way out the door
Shoutin back
Make sure you message me!

I won't

For now It's time to head home
I take my leave
As I exit
Wave bye to Steve

Thinkin Why is it guys talk to me?

For the same reasons anyone would really
I listen
I guess maybe I put them at ease
5/08/15

Just a little something I finished off from man shaped musings on my last night out. It was sparked off by a comment,possibly even a compliment that kept being thrown around by the older bunch of old skool ravers I had been hangin out with who didn't know me very well. The first people I've ever partied with during a time where I was probably learning a few things about myself
Mateuš Conrad Mar 2019
someone is
about to attenborough
the whole
lot of ****,
around this...
what makes,
a current observation...
not a current observation,
but also not, a:
dragged joke..
come one...
shine less so...
it's like:
i'm attempting
to digest
that point of view...
leave me to care
about the beef, ******.
it's metallica's astronomy...
zodiac *******...
not anatomy...
  (god, i love explainig
idiot like)...
woe doe d'oh d'ah...
fuking spaghatti
twisters...
   i too have spotted
a **** ferris-wheel..
sighted...
made any money
from it in the newspaper?
n'ah... not really...
will i end up homeless
as i grow older?
good question:
no question,
as i asked one homeless man:
my mother told me
to never tell a lie...
oh...
so i gave him a cigarette...
here's to me...
throwing myself
under  a train...
so the prime reason,
why this man was,
homeless....
was...
because his mother...
told me...
to never... tell a...
lie?!
metallica: astronomy...
  audioslave: like a stone...
   low man lyric...
sure...
no sunlight with no sunglasses...
but...
you see...
i'm itching...
this isn't winter...
sun or sunglasses...
i'm itching...
   quest?
i'm ******* fuming:
this isn't winter!
i'm experiencing
a brain-twitch...
   no...
you're attempting to sell me,
something,
   i'm far from, buying...
i'm twitching,
"thinking":
the worst thing that could
happen to "me":
is already you...
  beg to differ...
drink a liter of whiskey...
and we'll call it: a game
of evens...
******.

   no? then let's play
the game:
   leisure:
  and a sun-tan...
and...
  who the **** works
7 days a week,
to then...
    "explore"
   spending a forthnight
caring for a *******
sun-tan?!
        the ****?!
seriously...
re-open the mental
asylums...
and send me to the ******
basement
to attempt to...
fend off the jimmy savile
types...
i'll play the michael
myers part...
    just give me
a scart mask...
every 12 months...
and... come on...
at least the playlist
with the corrs's
breakthrough single:
this is the right time single
on the headphones...
you put some michael jackson
on the end of the pluckers...
i swear...
   a bomb will not
be bound to be bound
to reiterate IRA
     or ISIS...
  or the ******* cockers my
nockers bros...
of...
  the man d'un solo...
   no... not that ****
saville...
    me 'inking...
        ha ha!
  charlie bronson!
in a cage...
with...
             jimmy oi oi saville...
that would be  heaven...
like...
the time i went to
a turkish barber...
keeping a beard for
almost a year...
which...
has become...
my newly found:
"hobby"...
new york women
using the internet:
eh... you can't help it...
                 you just fall prey.

it's called a smacker:
or a plush statement...
  or a plum...
  otherwise a strawberry
if someone is being,
truly,
affectionate...
either way...
  some variant of
attempting to giggle;
of donning sunglasses...
either during a sunrise...
or during the night.
Priyanshi Rupda Nov 2018
Sorrow is a  traveller , let it go from your heart .
Let sunshine be there in your courtyard .
Life will never solve its mystery or its scart ,
So why learning the spells and solving its art ?
  
Its your moment , dont fall apart .
Dont let the desire die in your heart .
    
                                 - priyanshi rupda
Ghazal
I can explain the pain of being depart
In sheer love its not good to be smart
You will not be able to see my tears
They are dripping down in my heart
Don't debar me from your fragrance
Allow your beauty to be in my love cart
Love is full of contempt and hatred
And my love we have to play our part
Love and beauty are ingrained in life
Man being the crown of creation is an art
Love bids us in shackles to but follow
Our destiny and destination are on chart
Life goes through all ups and downs
We have to shape it we have to scart
Mehr is a poet of love to celebrate
He is strange in this aspect from start

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan

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