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mastermindrules · 9 days
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I will be away for a bit from here. Keep Calm...
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mastermindrules · 9 days
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A word that cannot be defined except by the ones feeling it and the definition changes every time. Every single time.
𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎.
Every Single Time.
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mastermindrules · 9 days
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Do we really know beforehand?or Only afterward?
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mastermindrules · 9 days
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Hope. That Four Letter Word.
Hope, a barbed-wire fence, its promise draped in rust. A phantom oasis, shimmering in parched, cracked dust. We stumble towards it, drawn by a mirage’s call, Only to find ourselves confined, imprisoned by its thrall.
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The tendrils of desire, they twist and pierce the skin, A brutal promise whispered, a future yet to win. We cling to this illusion, a desperate, grasping hand, Though deep within we know, it's a desolate, barren land.
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mastermindrules · 10 days
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If only... If desks had memories, would they keep secrets?
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mastermindrules · 10 days
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Do you see it mirrored, this space called the Void, In countless eyes, a love story destroyed. A hollow echo, not a unique plight, A woman's yearning in the fading light.
Break the silence, this Void can be your sword, A chance to rise, rewrite the whispered word. No empty comfort, a hunger to ignite, Carve your own path, reclaim your inner light.
Let others settle for a loveless vow, You rise above, rewrite what defines you now. A roaring ‘yes’ to passion, a heart set free, The Void’s a melody, sung by you with glee.
This silent space, it's not a lonely plea, A tapestry of dreams, a boundless sea. Embrace the Void, the strength to redefine, A love that’s fierce, a void you’ll leave behind.
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mastermindrules · 11 days
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No filtered facade here, just truth the mirror shows, Laugh lines and tear tracks, where life unfolds and grows.
¶ Victories and sleepless nights, a silent, honest blog, The triumphs and the battles etched upon the fog.
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mastermindrules · 12 days
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Pearls... The Innocent and Not So...
Cool pearls against her skin they gleam, A silken whisper, erotic dream.
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Each touch a secret, soft and slow, A woman’s power, strong and glow.
No words can bind the beauty there, A truth beyond a spoken prayer.
In moonlight's glow, she casts aside The masks and burdens that confide.
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A pearlescent dream, a whispered sigh, A goddess free, beneath the sky.
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mastermindrules · 12 days
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Ⓙⓤⓢⓣ Ⓜⓐⓨⓑⓔ? ... Just Maybe? ...
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Just Maybe?
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mastermindrules · 12 days
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The "Craving Void." Lord Byron Said it Best.
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“The great object of life is Sensation - to feel that we exist - even though in pain - it is this "craving void" which drives us to gaming - to battle - to travel - to intemperate but keenly felt pursuits of every description whose principal attraction is the agitation inseparable from their accomplishment.” ~ Lord Byron.
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mastermindrules · 12 days
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What could it possibly be?
Awake Alive Aware Awakening Arouse Annoyed Adored Anointed Alluring Adept Alert Amused Adapt Angelic
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Admire
Appreciate
I think it is never a single word. Never ever a single word.
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mastermindrules · 13 days
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A heart, a raging fire, a tempest in her soul, A library of feelings, stories yet untold. She burns with vibrant hues, a canvas splashed with light, Yet walks beside a shadow, lost in endless night.
His words are dusty tomes, their pages worn and thin, His touch a brittle whisper, a love that can't begin. She craves a symphony, a dance where souls ignite, Only meets a barren silence, devoid of warmth or light.
A prisoner of whispers, yearning to be heard, A vibrant tapestry, unseen, a barely spoken word. Her spirit begs for colour, a language wild and bold, Aching for a kindred flame, a story to unfold.
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mastermindrules · 13 days
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Time. Do we understand it before it's too late?
Of course Not.
That's life's irony.
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mastermindrules · 13 days
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In candle's glow, Freud's marble eyes hold amusement's gleam, A silent echo to the turmoil in her troubled dream. No therapist's pronouncements for this truth she craves, But one her own heart harbors, buried deep in mental caves.
This portrait, just a catalyst, a spark to ignite the fray, The symphony of battles on her mind's grand stage this day. Each memory, a discord, a bittersweet refrain, Composing the complex score of the woman she's become, in pain.
Is she the child, lost in echoes of a yearning heart's desire, Or the veiled enchantress, cloaked in an alluring, burning fire? These roles, mere costumes, donned and cast aside with ease, Conceal the essence, the core truth that whispers on the breeze.
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mastermindrules · 14 days
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In the stark embrace of night, where shadows hold their sway, Secrets stir unheard, in whispers soft they play. Mysteries unfurl, beneath the moon's pale gleam, Desires unveiled, a wild and haunting dream.
Light's harsh facade, a blinding, shallow guise, Can’t touch the truths that in the darkness rise. For here, where logic fades and reason takes its flight, The primal soul ignites, in the velvet hush of night.
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mastermindrules · 15 days
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Kneeling is a Feeling.
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Not posture’s form, nor duty's heavy chain, But yielding depths where wilder passions reign. A heart unbound, where pride dissolves in mist, Ego surrenders, where deeper truths insist.
The sculptor bows before the marble's might, To coax from stone a form both fierce and bright. The lover kneels, not to a tyrant's hand, But to the temple built within the promised land.
A whispered closeness, trust laid bare and true, Two spirits meeting, bathed in sacred dew. Kneeling’s a pose, yet born of fervent plea, A yearning for connection, wild and free.
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mastermindrules · 15 days
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Temptation.
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Forget the fleeting error, a lapse of passing breath, For true temptation’s call is a constant, lurking death. Not a single misstep, a stumble in the sand, A melody that lingers, a craving close at hand.
A whispered, wicked echo within the yearning soul, A flickering, forbidden flame that takes its sweet control. We fight it, push it down, believe the battle’s won, In the quiet shadows, the embers rise as one.
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