People not agreeing with your decisions is nothing to do with you. It is more about them and their own fears they project on you. Just because they can’t do it doesn’t mean you can’t . A.R

A Solitude day at Harewood House

Today I spent the day in awe at one of Britain’s finest house, Harewood House. Harewood House is one of the most beautiful and magnificent house in the countryside, filled with magical tales and history.  Every single room, garden, the landscape is filled with its own tale and significant art, furniture, studies, dining hall, tea…

Rain

When the pitter patter comes calling Uncover from your shelter Let the melody chime against your flesh Feel it in your bones And cleanse your soul.

Will you remember

Summers glory Almost at it’s end. The skies are grey and gloomy And you are set to sail. I wonder if you will ever mail? We stayed up till the AMs Sharing our heartbreaks, And all that we fear, Our dreams and aspirations. Will you remember? We smiled, giggled and laughed Till our bellies ached,…

Vasl

Misty nights; a poetic write Driving into your warm brown sights Temptation alluring; sensations touch The suns away and the devils play. The chills arise in a steamy lair Yearn the longing of a chest bare Heavy breath set to tease Stimulating to please. Express to release the stress Slowly easing into numbness Cressing into…

Shackles

Sparks still fly Between you and I, Yet here we are on standby.   Parting ways in passing days First to the last, Yet meeting halfway. IN·AD·VER·TENT.LY.   Electructing each other so carelessly. More than companions Yet no devotions, No less than strangers.   Once opened doors Once your confidant, Once my yearn, Toxication with…

Pluviophile

Originally posted on Teekzz:
Sitting on your windowsill Watching the raindrops Holding a hot cuppa still Drizzle drizzle nonstop. ? Listen to the rain Hitting on your window Blurring out the rush The world suddenly seems so calm No hustle, just hush. ? Going into a trance Absorbed by mother nature The sprinkling rain dance…

Forgive and Forget

There are many sayings out there about how sharp our tongues can be which I am every now and then reminded of. Last night I was going through my old pictures and found some great memories of my friends and me over the last couple of years. As you can imagine I was grinning and…

F O R G E T

Memories of your sins Pressing in my pain Your ink thrusting down my throat Silently scraping the blood down my spine.   Like seasons I move along Forgiving the words you uttered Yet like bee they sting While my eyes twinkle when you surface.   Softly spoken phrases like a rose Changing like the weather….

Nella Larsen’s Passing

Nella Larsen wrote her novel Passing during the era of jazz age where for the first time African-Americans could really make their spot in the 1920s. There was only one place where all the African-Americans really wanted to be in, Harlem New York. Harlem was seen as the ultimate magnet, the heart of where dreams…