Rianna Shaikh's Blog, page 3

Wait et see

    Dearest, It was late as I remembered, but early as I cared to tell you a Nikon of things. Had you been better. But instead I stepped  back and I shut all of my senses out, I said,“self you must be brave and hope, always in faith.” I can tolerate a lot but life dearest you was tough lately. It was ironic that my whole little life I was called iron heart. We smile shall we, I was called a lot of other things that hath flattered  I not. Today I got a call, it was ordinary In it’s  welcome except well- they said you were home now. I smile writing this because  in life home isn’t where your heart is.
You are dead. Gone. Home. I was alone. I had hunters to my throat. Thorns to my feet. And sorcerers to my door. But i stood still and I believed. Though every step of this way my tear felt like I was hanging in a cave with water to my eyes. All day everyday. For a year. But I had all kinds of conversations with myself. The best remembered one was, “you are my Angel now et as hard as it is to think happy thoughts, I believe that all of you trying to drown me on the daily will soon suffer.As you see I did nothing wrong,
And I hurt you never and yes,
you see this is the fine print… God forsakes his own, never.   So I write this to tell you that my friend Karma told me to tell you, your time is up.Arrows down.
Writing woes,   Teddi B Taylor Swift : bigger than the whole sky

now, I write singing her woes,

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
You were bigger than the whole sky
You were more than just a short time
And I’ve got a lot to pine about
I’ve got a lot to live without
I’m never gonna meet
What could’ve been, would’ve been
What should’ve been you
What could’ve been, would’ve been you.

 

#grief #loss #pain #depression

 

 

The Unknown girl; à new book?

        My diary,       It was a day in which I try to forget. I was desperate in my measure to untangle the war, the war,  in my heart. I think, they don’t know why they chase me, like they do. I know they don’t know me for me. They know me as a job. I wonder why I became a job to some few, and I wonder why they chase me like;Alice did to that rabbit.

   For i am just a simple girl on the in  trying to keep it that way. For I am not bedazzled by the fancy things, and the Bondy boys, I try to stay in and look in. For once when I was younger and stupid and full of desires for life, my professor told me:He said:”one day you’ll outgrow all the things that you desire now.  You’ll grow up and you’ll be wise, and everything that catches your glimpse will not stand a chance.” He was right, I have outgrown you all and I want you all to find a way back to your day, away from here, away from me, for the music had stopped and no one’s dancing, no one is on the stage anymore.But I remain, I remain your job still.

 

    The girl who mattered,         Name unknown.    A new book?

 

What’s love gotta do with it: Tina turnerMinefieids: faouzia et john legend
( listen t0 this)!

The Unknown girl

 

        My diary,       It was a day in which I try to forget. I was desperate in my measure to untangle the war, the war,  in my heart. I think, they don’t know why they chase me, like they do. I know they don’t know me for me. They know me as a job. I wonder why I became a job to some few, and I wonder why they chase me like Alice did to that rabbit.    For i am just a simple girl on the in  trying to keep it that way. For I am not bedazzled by the fancy things, and the Bondy boys, I try to stay in and look in. For once when I was younger and stupid and full of desires for life, my professor told me:

 

He said:”one day you’ll outgrow all the things that you desire now.  You’ll grow up and you’ll be wise, and everything that catches your glimpse will not stand a chance.”

 

He was right, I have outgrown you all and I want you all to find a way back to your day, away from here, away from me, for the music had stopped and no one’s dancing, no one is on the stage anymore.
But I remain, I remain your job still.

 

    The girl who mattered,         Name unknown.       A new book?

 

What’s love gotta do with it: Tina turnerMinefieids: faouzia et john legend
( listen t0 this)

        “What’s love gotta to do with it?”

I cannot you see…

 

   My diary,      I cannot celebrate the good I achieve, for I fear it would be vanity. I cannot look at you as you are, for I see you as you were.I cannot look at the blue cloud as all i shall remember are the grey. I cannot live forward for all I see are flames of yesterday. I cannot laugh with you for I know deep within the caves of your being that you loathe me. I cannot send you cards of congratulatory for I know you try to be better than me. What I can do is burn the flames of yesterday for I know that tomorrow is mine. Et mine dearest is better than wanting to measure up to you.
  Writing again,    R Kate Shaikh

 

Snow on the beach: Taylor swift 
et Lana del Rey
❤

a book en September

My dearest you,

It’s been a world wind of a past many months. I actually must confess to you it’s only now after 10-11 months i began  to write. Again.
It seems like all of my books are such depth et the feel of grief is apparent.

This happens when you are stuck in a season, I suppose.

 This is quite opposite. My latest book;

 

    Ahsan en Africa.
A book in photographs about my husband’s jaunt to Africa.OhI know. I am brave-:)

I have written biographies of his in story. Writing anyones  almost biography is dubious as heck.
It turns out, I am precocious at that

Here we are my next of creations,
400 exhausted pages later;

Well that’s a wrap, if you want to be likeAmelia You gotta be ready to stay steady in your work.
book 3 week 4.Hard work my darlings.R Kate Shaikh

Ps. Really good looking  creatures.

vianney : Dabali; now ironically after writing his book I stumbled upon this video et I was reminded of Masai Mara in Africa,étonnante!

pss. To the pulchritudinous African
community,
Merci beaucoup for such a beautiful

Opportunity.

September book

 

My dearest you,

It’s been a world wind of a past many months. I actually must confess to you it’s only now after 10-11 months i began  to write. Again.
It seems like all of my books are such depth et the feel of grief is apparent.

This happens when you are stuck in a season, I suppose.

 This is quite opposite. My latest book;

 

    Ahsan en Africa.
A book in photographs about my husband’s jaunt to Africa.OhI know. I am brave-:)

I have written biographies of his in story. Writing anyones  almost biography is dubious as heck.
It turns out, I am precocious at that

Here we are my next of creations,
400 exhausted pages later;

Well that’s a wrap, if you want to be likeAmelia You gotta be ready to stay steady in your work.
book 3 week 4.Hard work my darlings.R Kate Shaikh

Ps. Really good looking  creatures.

vianney : Dabali; now ironically after writing his book I stumbled upon this video et I was reminded of Masai Mara in Africa,étonnante!

pss. To the pulchritudinous African
community,
Merci beaucoup for such a beautiful

Opportunity.

The pen to your journal.

    Dearest journal,I close my eyes at night and I dance a thousand steps to your edge. I loved you then but now it’s even more, for you were more than just my Best Friend- you were the sky to my night et now I see,  I see you are now my very Angel. So, Tell me Angel, Where do I go from here? your
KateMadonna: live to tell

Never to late

    dearest friends, 
There are many things in life that’s going to fail you. Many people that are going to tell you what you yearn to ear. Many paths will be removed from yours. Many loves, lost.Many dissatisfied people giving you their sadness. Many houses built on sand. Many stupid stupid things .But those those very stupid annoying bad pained moments will get you to where he wants you to be. So be patient et like my dearest best friend would say, “trust the process of the angels.”      Sitting here writing and
thinking of you my dear readers.     Love yourself, R Kate Shaikh Jewel : amen

Ps. I listened to this at 18, 17, holy Moses
I was young et lost. End of story.

You can run but you can’t hide

 

 

    Dearest you,I write.
I feel.I tell myself that God will be fair to all those snares that prowl at me.

Continuously.

Yet you stand there existing as you do so much everyday,

And youGet away.
Everytime.I bet if I did so, I would be in the dumps, maybe I would be thrown out by life’s love, If I were so cruel, to one human.
Not many.Just one.
Go on lie to yourselves, and I hope sohopethat you get back,everything you do to me.

Remember my dear brother,

I never did hurt you.

But there you are standing with your holy book in your arms and a steel heart.

A shame. A lying shame. A perilous human you are, hurrah.

You dark human.
I forgive you not.never. Yours,FAwn Leyour Knightmare

A book.

welcome to the wind  Haevn

Le journal

 

 

 

   Dearest,for those that need to hear it-;)

“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. 2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. 3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.”

Believe.Your writer,R Kate Shaikh

Ave maria

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