Published in Prohetic poetry

Published in Prohetic poetry

Published in Prohetic poetry

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Resigner Luth

Resigner Luth

Resigner Luth

Resigner H. Luth is pondering... To you that would mean she's thinking of how to roll with hand she was dealt, without whining. Yes, it's a sunny Monday outside. Inside this head, the static continues. Whose radioactive now? (Relax, it's not contagious. The gift that keeps on giving, I'm so positively charged, I attract electrons 🔋)

Resigner H. Luth is pondering... To you that would mean she's thinking of how to roll with hand she was dealt, without whining. Yes, it's a sunny Monday outside. Inside this head, the static continues. Whose radioactive now? (Relax, it's not contagious. The gift that keeps on giving, I'm so positively charged, I attract electrons 🔋)

Resigner H. Luth is pondering... To you that would mean she's thinking of how to roll with hand she was dealt, without whining. Yes, it's a sunny Monday outside. Inside this head, the static continues. Whose radioactive now? (Relax, it's not contagious. The gift that keeps on giving, I'm so positively charged, I attract electrons 🔋)

November 20, 2023

November 20, 2023

November 20, 2023

Failing Fate

Failing Fate

Failing Fate

Who dares to deny?

Who dares to deny?

Who dares to deny?

Psychic neuroses?

~ Seriously? I relate to the last word, not the former. Could be fate is laughing like a banshee filled with glee.

💜💜

Incessantly.

We crave fate,

knowing well it rhymes hate.

Here, we often make our biggest mistake.


What destiny holds,

cannot be foretold.

Thus we blame fickle fate,

for taking it's due?

When our dreams fly

and our passions renew?


Who are we to tempt and tease

an entity so wise, yet ill at ease?


There is one truth in fate, we shall never escape,

our destinies entwine like a mythical snake.

A hydra, a beast

who has never known defeat.


~ My slang poem about fate, Untitled* as written by Resigner Luth ©November 2023

I believe in love, can't you tell? Or at least I believe I'm in love with the idea of love?

(^◕.◕^)

Dear readers, when you're living that dream - Never Ever touch the brakes.

This one's for the 🫂

Resigner 💜

#justmoveforward

Reminding you to love yourself first.

I am going to add: Be giving enough in order to be worthy of some selfish love!

♪♪♪

🪝Keep on reading! Resigner 💜☮️

Psychic neuroses?

~ Seriously? I relate to the last word, not the former. Could be fate is laughing like a banshee filled with glee.

💜💜

Incessantly.

We crave fate,

knowing well it rhymes hate.

Here, we often make our biggest mistake.


What destiny holds,

cannot be foretold.

Thus we blame fickle fate,

for taking it's due?

When our dreams fly

and our passions renew?


Who are we to tempt and tease

an entity so wise, yet ill at ease?


There is one truth in fate, we shall never escape,

our destinies entwine like a mythical snake.

A hydra, a beast

who has never known defeat.


~ My slang poem about fate, Untitled* as written by Resigner Luth ©November 2023

I believe in love, can't you tell? Or at least I believe I'm in love with the idea of love?

(^◕.◕^)

Dear readers, when you're living that dream - Never Ever touch the brakes.

This one's for the 🫂

Resigner 💜

#justmoveforward

Reminding you to love yourself first.

I am going to add: Be giving enough in order to be worthy of some selfish love!

♪♪♪

🪝Keep on reading! Resigner 💜☮️

Psychic neuroses?

~ Seriously? I relate to the last word, not the former. Could be fate is laughing like a banshee filled with glee.

💜💜

Incessantly.

We crave fate,

knowing well it rhymes hate.

Here, we often make our biggest mistake.


What destiny holds,

cannot be foretold.

Thus we blame fickle fate,

for taking it's due?

When our dreams fly

and our passions renew?


Who are we to tempt and tease

an entity so wise, yet ill at ease?


There is one truth in fate, we shall never escape,

our destinies entwine like a mythical snake.

A hydra, a beast

who has never known defeat.


~ My slang poem about fate, Untitled* as written by Resigner Luth ©November 2023

I believe in love, can't you tell? Or at least I believe I'm in love with the idea of love?

(^◕.◕^)

Dear readers, when you're living that dream - Never Ever touch the brakes.

This one's for the 🫂

Resigner 💜

#justmoveforward

Reminding you to love yourself first.

I am going to add: Be giving enough in order to be worthy of some selfish love!

♪♪♪

🪝Keep on reading! Resigner 💜☮️