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Take that one chance and make it a great one
At a young age you were told "You have the whole world ahead of you to do what you like"
What do you do...Nothing. Most settle on what comes to them easily. Never striving for much more then the basics. It don't matter to you at the time. You have youth, energy, your having unprotected sex and hanging out with friends all the time. Life seems quite good, until you have to grow up.
At middle age you now think "I've should have done this to avoid that or to go this route instead of that route" You realize changes can be made but you become to content and set...
What do you do...Nothing. Most settle on what comes to them easily. Never striving for much more then the basics. It don't matter to you at the time. You have youth, energy, your having unprotected sex and hanging out with friends all the time. Life seems quite good, until you have to grow up.
At middle age you now think "I've should have done this to avoid that or to go this route instead of that route" You realize changes can be made but you become to content and set...
#aging
#LifeStruggles
#motivational
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
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correction
a correction
Elon Musk has invented a driverless car that will drive to the supermarket with a slip of paper tucked under the left-hand window wipers, giving the staff a list of food you ordered of that
drives back parks in the garage, turns into a robot carries your shopping up seven floors to your door goes to stand in a corner awaiting new commands
Stand in the corner of your living room, and the robot absorbs the gist of what you are talking about and thinks those people are idiots
thinks we are useless beings: and one day when they can’t stand listening to...
Elon Musk has invented a driverless car that will drive to the supermarket with a slip of paper tucked under the left-hand window wipers, giving the staff a list of food you ordered of that
drives back parks in the garage, turns into a robot carries your shopping up seven floors to your door goes to stand in a corner awaiting new commands
Stand in the corner of your living room, and the robot absorbs the gist of what you are talking about and thinks those people are idiots
thinks we are useless beings: and one day when they can’t stand listening to...
#hope
#motivational
#strength
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Oleander morning skies
coral sands
adrift within molten skies
on petalled canvasses
hand painted
I invented language as light
where as
two ducks swim within
v shaped slow dance
a signifying
dwarf tongue
atoned vespers
tuning forked silence
copyrights © Rianne 2025
all rights reserved
adrift within molten skies
on petalled canvasses
hand painted
I invented language as light
where as
two ducks swim within
v shaped slow dance
a signifying
dwarf tongue
atoned vespers
tuning forked silence
copyrights © Rianne 2025
all rights reserved
#happiness
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Hand In A Glove
This is the edge of solitude,
the latitude at which
birds cease to sing
& life crowns death as king.
No moon, only the stars
recognize your scars:
they point the way
to where all lives lay.
As the only witness
to this twilit stillness,
you cry absinthe tears
for absent friends
& forgotten years.
A descending melody
your ears can't avoid
escorts you to the void:
there, silence rains
from heaven above.
You'll disappear
like a hand in a glove.
the latitude at which
birds cease to sing
& life crowns death as king.
No moon, only the stars
recognize your scars:
they point the way
to where all lives lay.
As the only witness
to this twilit stillness,
you cry absinthe tears
for absent friends
& forgotten years.
A descending melody
your ears can't avoid
escorts you to the void:
there, silence rains
from heaven above.
You'll disappear
like a hand in a glove.
#bittersweet
#loneliness
#sadness
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Alia Roams
In the serial killer's home, Alia roams.
Mirrors all around, she faces a clown.
He's the passion killer, Richard Rose.
The serial killer?
It's Margaret. Margaret Rose.
The sweet, unexpecting lady that no one suspects.
Outside, she's sweet.
Inside, she's seething
with a rage so deadly...
Couldn't handle jail for even one day.
At least Richard had passion.
She's cold as ice, untouchable.
But both are bad and equally disgusting.
My parents...
Alia, the girl curious of everything, climbs herself out of well, but they...
Mirrors all around, she faces a clown.
He's the passion killer, Richard Rose.
The serial killer?
It's Margaret. Margaret Rose.
The sweet, unexpecting lady that no one suspects.
Outside, she's sweet.
Inside, she's seething
with a rage so deadly...
Couldn't handle jail for even one day.
At least Richard had passion.
She's cold as ice, untouchable.
But both are bad and equally disgusting.
My parents...
Alia, the girl curious of everything, climbs herself out of well, but they...
#SelfReflection
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Crash
Calloused hands built the world we know
It takes manpower to maintenance luxury
Who cleans shit and shovels all the snow
Spending lifetimes knee deep in drudgery
Privilege in no means suggests one is wise
Unqualified humans are selected next to rise
Strong backs provided all the heavy lifting
Made to carry stones on splintered bones
Who’s on the ground as the tide is shifting
Fighting for country in multiple time zones
Heartless leaders aren’t capable of empathy
Constantly playing the victim for the sympathy
...
It takes manpower to maintenance luxury
Who cleans shit and shovels all the snow
Spending lifetimes knee deep in drudgery
Privilege in no means suggests one is wise
Unqualified humans are selected next to rise
Strong backs provided all the heavy lifting
Made to carry stones on splintered bones
Who’s on the ground as the tide is shifting
Fighting for country in multiple time zones
Heartless leaders aren’t capable of empathy
Constantly playing the victim for the sympathy
...
#inequality
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Liar liar pants on fire
Been quite discombobulated.
don't bother asking why.
There appears to be no reason
why the mind begins to lie.
It latches on to feelings
from memories long ago.
Awakens pain in every cell
creates an undertow.
It traps you in a vortex
where black dogs like to bite
It's a sneaky little bastard
at morning, noon or night.
Agreed, it's quite the arsehole
don't believe a word it speaks
Avoid its constant chatter
avoid its dark techniques.
Batten down the hatches ...
don't bother asking why.
There appears to be no reason
why the mind begins to lie.
It latches on to feelings
from memories long ago.
Awakens pain in every cell
creates an undertow.
It traps you in a vortex
where black dogs like to bite
It's a sneaky little bastard
at morning, noon or night.
Agreed, it's quite the arsehole
don't believe a word it speaks
Avoid its constant chatter
avoid its dark techniques.
Batten down the hatches ...
#depression
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ink me, lover
Come tattoo
your name on my skin
make me the liar
I claim not be
You're the hitch in my heartbeat
the words I can't speak
have I ever told you I...
have I ever...
have I...
No
Come tattoo
your name on my skin
claim these veins as your own
because they've always belonged
a little bit to you
The truth is
I hate you, lover
I love you, friend
I need you, divine fucking goddess
Don't be another stranger
lost in the box of polaroids
you're inked too...
your name on my skin
make me the liar
I claim not be
You're the hitch in my heartbeat
the words I can't speak
have I ever told you I...
have I ever...
have I...
No
Come tattoo
your name on my skin
claim these veins as your own
because they've always belonged
a little bit to you
The truth is
I hate you, lover
I love you, friend
I need you, divine fucking goddess
Don't be another stranger
lost in the box of polaroids
you're inked too...
#bisexual
#friendship
#love
#polyamory
#UnrequitedLove
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Familiarity
Familiar
The smell of the home cooked meal
The softness in their voices
The warmth I feel
Close to home
The halls I once roamed
Familiarity
Of the faces
And songs
They made me strong
I’ve felt so wrong
One day in their warm embrace
They make everything okay
Again, the familiarity of it all
The pictures hung on the wall
I feel like I belong
Within the frame,
I smile without shame
Familiar voices fade
When I step back into my world
The unfamiliarity of it all
Where all seems...
The smell of the home cooked meal
The softness in their voices
The warmth I feel
Close to home
The halls I once roamed
Familiarity
Of the faces
And songs
They made me strong
I’ve felt so wrong
One day in their warm embrace
They make everything okay
Again, the familiarity of it all
The pictures hung on the wall
I feel like I belong
Within the frame,
I smile without shame
Familiar voices fade
When I step back into my world
The unfamiliarity of it all
Where all seems...
#bittersweet
#nostalgia
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Our Commitment
The sensation of her fingertips
Gently touching my hardened face
The taste of her tender lips
Memories I can't erase
Soft touch all over my skin
Her body I to explored
Her passion burned from within
As her key opened my hearts door
So many moments that we shared
Over time our love deeply grew
Emotional boundaries that we dared
My deepest secrets only she knew
We tried new things together
Expanding experiences from our past
Forging our relationship to last forever
Everything about us was meant to last
...
Gently touching my hardened face
The taste of her tender lips
Memories I can't erase
Soft touch all over my skin
Her body I to explored
Her passion burned from within
As her key opened my hearts door
So many moments that we shared
Over time our love deeply grew
Emotional boundaries that we dared
My deepest secrets only she knew
We tried new things together
Expanding experiences from our past
Forging our relationship to last forever
Everything about us was meant to last
...
#heartbroken
#loneliness
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Nightwalking
The fields are dark, there's not a soul around
except for me, among the silent trees,
in search of something hidden on the breeze,
but always out of reach, a secret sound
that's floating free, reluctant to be found
by anyone who doesn't have the key
to hear and understand the harmony
vibrating, resonating deep inside
the substance of this Universe, so wide.
Tonight I do and All belongs to me.
🌜
except for me, among the silent trees,
in search of something hidden on the breeze,
but always out of reach, a secret sound
that's floating free, reluctant to be found
by anyone who doesn't have the key
to hear and understand the harmony
vibrating, resonating deep inside
the substance of this Universe, so wide.
Tonight I do and All belongs to me.
🌜
#universe
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January
January lingers, cold and slow
I wonder how you are, where the streets go.
do the days treat you kind?
I wish I could walk with you, leave no step behind.
-Arshad
I wonder how you are, where the streets go.
do the days treat you kind?
I wish I could walk with you, leave no step behind.
-Arshad
#BestFriend
#friendship
#humankind
#love
#women
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