Rianna Shaikh's Blog, page 7
February 7, 2023
Wild and lost
Your laughter shan’t be remembered. For you are foiled et soiled and your happy is not one that will remain. I run widely and I seek you
madly as I am lost in my word
and my discomfort in growth.
A wise man once wrote,“What pains you instructs you.”He too was maddeningly delirious by the dashing monsieur wisdom, oh I would much fancy the plainness of stupidity anyday. For one must endure the graces of absolute wretchedness to get to the molds of peace and solidarity. The true element of human existence. But I stay running like dear Wallace and my tears hath left me as you did, you left me, I am utterly dispirited my dear friend, for your love was my eternity.
Run world, run. Seek your ordained solace and
remember that grief will engulf
you till you laugh at nothing.
Absolute merde. Woefully yours, Lourdes
A book of farewell
February 6, 2023
Lou Benoit- my dear girl
I have regrets.
I have sadness.I have a timepiece on my wrist and it aches the hairs out of my head to think that man though filthy in his power, will one day be nothing –yet leaving everything behind.
For another man to steal and make merry.
I loathe the scent of this life.I loathe the way that
humanity is written. Forgive me my love, forgive me Emeline. Your once a prince, Lou Benoitps. My dear readers life will often feel like this when loss is present, it shan’t kill you.
It shall only do its purpose

February 5, 2023
Lost in never
I am sunken to the depths of the morbid unforgiven never sea. It had Kept me hostage for the forlorn sailors that wept their way to endless perusing seeking treasures et awakening me at nights.
But for so long I waited to be free, yet I am etched in nets of forsaken Lost et unerring waters, I want to be saved but yet I find a maddening solace in being netted et captured,I breath but barely.I weep not knowing if my tears are yours – the sea or mine eyes. Tell me out there world, who will tell me that I am wept in being lost and unseen by anyone who can see.Can you hear me?n'importe qui. Every
November 10, 2022
Sad is king
dearest,
I think it’s okay to be who you are. Because life is full of all kinds of good et bad.Its so important my fellow readers, to be who you are. No pretending. No knots about you.
No hiding you. And to the many that judge me with angst.I am a workaholic. next book, no fancy discussions.Do the same, trust me, it’s the only way to sail. yours,rianna kate Shaikhps. As a writer, SAD is king
October 2, 2022
october publication

Anyways let’s keep this happy as i have been getting messages of my mental health after
Emeline Benoit. Darn it that girl made me as depressed as a fudge bar in newport.Nevertheless,i miss my summer jaunts to
the mansion on the cliff,
the key to my sanity
is ostentatious privacy.Here we are my next publication,The crew.
Thats it, no more words.
Oh i know i’m getting nicer with age!
yours,
Rianna kate Shaikh
I had the shiniest wheels, now they’re rusting
I didn’t know if you’d care if I came back
I have a lot of regrets about that
Pulled the car off the road to the lookout
Could’ve followed my fears all the way down
And maybe I don’t quite know what to say
But I’m here in your doorwayI just wanted you to know
That this is me trying
I just wanted you to know
That this is me trying.”
September 28, 2022
whisper… “ave maria”

Rome, Italy, St. Peter’s Basilica
my darlings,When in doubt et fear creeps in, sit still et listen to the roaring winds et whisper to thee….“So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”
Rome, Italy, Trajan´s Market
Faith my darlings. Faith.
This is my dearest friend, Peter Micheal Rafael Gabriel.
Rianna kate Shaikh
September 26, 2022
feeling non prolific

i was so unwell for hours today that i couldn’t possibly do a thing. Call it what you may, my writers schedule suffers desperately at times. With the timeframes of 3 books to do, it’s very daunting when one thing goes wrong- the domino effect happens. To all of my readers,
“life rarely give us an apology for stolen time.”So we ought to make the best of it, non?
oui Je le pense.This here is my newly done second cover, a book redo if you please. I have gotten heavily criticized in the beginning of my writing journey, for making things strictly proper when they ought to look fallen apart.
I think it’s a silent disorder i struggle with. But when i wrote
au revoir Fraire, she became an orphan.So i think this cover gives her a much more profound identity to her than the other.
I often get asked two very important of questions, a lot of them are but these two are very prominent on the top tier.“One, you seem to write a lot, do you not get burnt out?”

This one’s like eating ice cream et realizing you don’t like milk. The thing is, i fear that i have realized my self worth as my Aim isn’t to sell my work et collect royalties.
Absolutely not.It’s not my dream any longer to be published by a great name that will reprint my books in the cheapest of manner.No i’d rather never see inside of those publishing houses. My books are vaulted, because the are worth more than anything a publisher can do.This i call,know your worth dearest. Know it or you are going to be a pretty little paycheck to the big leagues, if you are lucky you’d even get a blue check on instagram et you’ll feel rather important.Very stupidly important.That’s not me, i am to bloddy realistic et hard working to be underestimated.et when i am, which i am,i
pretend to be pious and not
say a word.That happens when you work 7 days a week. I cannot have the luxury of a day off. Hence, It works for me,do what works for you et remember,the great ones have great tribulations et greater pains. back to work… yours, moiread this if you are bestseller, et tell me how accomplished you really are: google states;Brazilian author Ryoki Inoue holds the Guinness World Record for being the most prolific author, with 1,075 books published under many pseudonyms. Inoue would write all day and all night until he finished a book. Jan 24, 2020.
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Jesus et mary save me, sometimes i feel like i don’t write enough. This search did not help moi!!
September 22, 2022
end of septembre avec Emeline, my poor sweet girl ,
I firstly thank you for such an outpouring to my last book, Emeline Benoit. She is sadly beautiful in et out and as she takes you through a book of daily grief over her bruised heart, i assure you there are so many in this complex world that cannot find relief in the process of grief.
Like the kites of depression, there are many highs et suttle lows but the trouble is you never know when the high wind blows.”Meaning, depression like grief silently extracts the love et breath out of anything. It’s a matter really of our brutal existence to cope. Some of us make it out alright but many of us, we drown.
Until we swim or become extreme swimmers or we float or we give up et tarnish like ever greens on dry soil.I know you understand that grief isn’t easy to escape. So emeline was my life jacket as i walked on her paths of greater of griefs i found out about me, i wept from the core of my spirit in ink, she has saved me.
“Grief is a friend i shan’t part with no mater which chapter i am in.”As for you my dearest i hope a peaceful resolve in your approach to a prayer full life, for as i stand before you nothing in this world can save you but such. I Luckily felt vowed to be a nun at 17, but then i discovered that life had children willed upon my womb.
Glad i had children becauseit is the saving graces to the
road to good et God. So never
give up,
all of you, for live whispers
faith to you ever so, ever so.
Though today seems grey et unhopeful it’s all part of our journey, hold fast to faith. If you have none, i want you to know that at the bottom of the pit where it’s dark et cold, et prayers are not felt are listened to, that is exactly the place where i believe all the angels exist.
That’s my lesson upon this willed way, i believe in miracles. I too have seen the rickety
Rockbottom the world writes about. Sadly there are no rocks as there are the most perfidious of hearts.Oh well i must wrap this up, my back is out of sorts. i did an hour of pilates and i now vow i need back therapy !
welcome to aging, i bid you adieu, Rianna kate Shaikhps. i took emeline to the beach et i said, you ought to behave now, as we have a great task ahead, stop weeping sweet girl. Et for the sake of my next book, i hope she does. Oh i swear i shall start weeping too

September 20, 2022
broken are you?
We are lost members of the vast lands all seeking a place et a love to belong too.
We are all mère existence at our individuality.We are all seeking a thing, a who, a place, a somehow to be a someone too.We will always have that thing that shatters us, that thing that the world won’t know of.
September 17, 2022
to Emeline et Lou
my dearest friends,
I am so full of gratitude et love today i wanted to scream. I cannot write much but i had to share. My faithful readers i bring to you
Emeline.
I would cry if i wasn’t feeling utterly balanced. That may not last long so let’s jaunt on with his hurrah!
Emeline i am so tired of being sad darling, so when i held you i smiled et laughed et then i called everyone into my tearoom.Merci to all my angels that keep me existing, so i could do God’s work,i love you all of you from the bearings of my saddened existence. Et to you that read me, i thank you for giving me reasons to pen. For the broken hearted et my best friend who died,i am still in bare mourning. I love you, So much that my tears hath filled this book. For love, you are a mere song
of restlessness. writing from my car, Rianna kate Shaikhps. i learnt a very important
lesson today,
one i cannot drive et 2,
my car is not made for sand.
the end.