News & Updates: Artwork

Hi all, 
Hope everyone is doing okay and enjoying their morning, afternoon, evening or night.
This is just a quick update. I haven't been posting much blogs over the past month or so and here is why…

It's hard to be creative in times like these, but I have been doing a lot of painting and drawing. 

I will be posting them on my other blog at some point. So keep an eye out for that. Actually, I recently gave that blog a make over, so please feel free to go have a look.

You find my artwork on my Facebook page for the time being

Just want to also take this time out to say thank you to everyone who has kept visiting my blog. I really appreciate it, truly appreciate it.

As I mentioned, it is very hard to stay creative at times for me because my mind goes into overdrive a lot and I can't write if I have a crowded mind. So, I turned to my first love, art. 

I really do hope you guys go check out my artwork. That would mean a lot to me and thanks in advance if you do.

I'll try to keep you all posted and if I am not here, I am over there on that Facebook link. And if I'm not in any of those places, bare with me as I find my way back.

Love you all. Tanny xx

Made You Think 101: Am I Okay?

When you have to suppress the urge to scream from the deepest depths of your lungs from fear of someone asking that question, 'are you okay'? 
When your inside is screaming so loud, you have to look around in panic that someone is actually hearing but you then breathe a sigh of relief and can't help feeling a tinge of sadness that none is actually paying you any attention.

Am I okay?

On the surface, my reply to that question is so robotic, almost like it is scripted that I hardly stop to take time out to actually reply honestly.

'Yes, I'm okay thanks' or 'Yes, I'm fine thanks'. 

But I am really okay?


But I fear burdening someone with my troubles. I wouldn't want to burst any eardrums with the screams that are coming from my soul. So, replying without giving the question a second thought has become routined.

My soul is hungry and thirsty to fulfil it's true purpose, but I have no idea where to begin. It's such an excruciating feeling, feeling as though you know you should be doing more but not knowing how to take that first step.

Note: Hi all, hope you are all well and thanks for reading my posts. I think my frustration may have spilt out a little in this post but I just wanted to let you in on it. Love you all Tanny xx

What Is So Good?

The mind, the imagination...
Thoughts reciprocated in dreams
Slumber tucked imagination has no goal posts
Details as vivid as if they were real
Right down to the creases that formulate the lines in smirks
With eyes that convey the thoughts
Those thoughts 
…that travels through the body
To the tips of my nipples
Down the length of my spine 
I feel them like cold shivers
The pulsating between the gap that they are trying to force open
Wanting entrance to sacred places
Slave to the feeling, I cave under pressure
Passionless libidinous
Scarred by the scratches
Pleasure in pain, and vice se versa
Trembles from fear drenched delight
What is so good
… to be broken?

Note: Hope you like it. Much love, Tanny xx

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I'm trying to get lit off the fire coming from your soul. High off our exchange of thoughts. And drunk off the natural flow of our words being merged together. You know, that chemistry?! Our reactions to sweet words tickling our eardrums, that causes the tugging at our lips. And formulates an uproar of joy from the depths of our diaphragms, as we search for a connection on all levels of human interaction.

Note: ~much love. Tanny x

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It's okay if you whisper if your not comfortable talking aloud
Whisper in my ears and tell me how I get u aroused
Your secrets are safe with me
Just stop trying to hide them from me
The way your body unconsciously reacts tells no lies
The blushes on your cheeks and the smiles can't hide
The sneaky glances, where you have to force yourself to look away
The way you admitted that I brighten up your day
Or was that meant to be a secret?
There is only so long that you can keep it
Keep them hidden from my paths of my understanding 
Keep your face from not reacting
Hide the warmth that creeps up inside of you when you see
Deny the fact that you love it when my arms are wrapped around you
You love how secure I make you feel
I am no expert in the area of feelings, but I know when someone is trying to hide
I know when they are torn between their feelings and what is right
Having too much pride
Or maybe it's too little strength
To even consider how much their actions make sense
You don't understand why u feel that way because your mind don't want to
But a part of you want to
A part of you want explore the possibilities
A part you want to cancel out the 'what ifs'
But you won't let yourself...
... just admit it!

Note: I hope you like it. Much love. Tanny x

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Made You Think 101: Inspiration Vs Discouragement

Have you ever seen or came across something that inspired you, but discouraged you at the same time?
You might be thinking, what the heck am I talking about? 
So without further ado, let me explain…

Here's an example that I feel will explain or give you an idea of what I am talking about.

So, I hop onto Facebook, and I start scrolling. I see a few things that make me question humanity, I see others that make me tickle and then I see things that I love envy; these are mainly artwork or hair styles. 
The other day I was browsing and I seen some artwork that, discouraged me but inspired me at the same time. 

Taken from Google: 

Discouraged- having lost confidence or enthusiasm; disheartened.

Inspired- of extraordinary quality, as if arising from some external creative impulse.

These artworks made me lose confidence in my own ability but at the same time I instantly gained an impulse to want to create something as good or even better than what I saw.
I love these moments, because, although I am left questioning my ability, I also get the urge to go paint or draw and prove to myself that I can do it. Usually, I am reminded that I am blessed and have been blessed with multiple talents. But, it is also a reminder that I am not doing as much with the talents that I do have and perhaps it shines light on the lack of confidence I have in myself.

I love seeing what others create and the extraordinary things that gets poured out of people's souls onto canvasses or into words or any other art form. I just look on or listen in awe, thinking I wish I could do that and be as good.
Truth is, I don't even think I have found myself creatively yet. I love exploring different art forms and trying my hands at different things but I honestly don't feel as though I have pinnacled in any as of yet. I am still on the journey towards my pinnacle and I have no idea what is in store for me on that part, I just go with whatever my heart and gut feeling is.
I will be posting artwork on my sister blog T.TizzleMedia, so you can go check it out if you are interested, thanks.

To round up this post, I just want to say, sometimes we just need reminders of how awesome we are and what we can achieve. And even though they might knock our confidence in ourselves at times, that little discouragement may be the inspiration you need to realise your potential.
Well, that is my take on it anyways.

Note: Hi, hope you are all well and hope you all have a blessed week. Much love, Tanny. xx

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Let me paint a picture for you
The mise en scene
Low key bad girl
With those hidden curves
The type that you'll walk by cause she's not in tight clothes... or showing skin
We don't usually dabble in this secular lifestyle
But tonight I want us to drink and get high
So high that our movements become unconscious
Just the two of us wrapped in the moment
Let that passion consume us
Cause when we are grounded we have too much time to talk ourselves out of doing what we really feel
Let the zone set the tone for a night with no limits, free
I can't tell you how long my soul has been waiting for this
Skin to skin, heat so high feels like we are saunaing
Care to make it interesting?
Lets see how long we can go
Before we past out or before we run out of glow
Mindless, driven my desire
Beautiful bite bruises, hickeys
In places you only dreamt of
Lets play out those imaginary scenes in this night
The ones that you kept in your thoughts hoping one day that you might
Tongue teasing, licks so precise
Sweat drench from pleasure
We have to pause to catch our breaths before round 2,
3, 4,
More moans and groans
Devilish smiles cause we reached that spot
Trembles, scratches, eyes rolled all the back
Telling me you want more of this and way more of that
Slaves to each others bodies
In search of that feeling of bliss
Arches have never looked as sexy as this
Freedom of touch, so we don't hold back 
The liquor talking when the positions start to get adventurous... Seesaw
That zone is for real when we get deeper into the night
Unaware of time, just know its time to change position
Add a prop in, aphrodisiac
Strawberries. Excitement flashing in your eyes
Navels are perfect for a top-up on shots to re-energise  
Tastes leaving cravings for more 
Round 5, 6, 
Surely, we can't keep going like this
You say you want to make it to round 10
Smirks with determination to reach our goal, we go again
We light up, sip some more and add more props in
Moans and groans get louder
As our bodies peak
Burnt out by desire, we lay weak
Spooned, realising we may have to continue later
This sweet, sweet, intoxicating pleasure
Soul satisfied... 
Until the next round of rounds
Tranquil smile plastered faces, absolutely content
We were drawn into a slumber with a clear conscience

Note: I was listening to some music and this came to me. I don't really know what I think of it, but I am just sharing it with you all. Much love. Tanny xx

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Made You Think 101: Call It Quits

When do you call it quits?

How many times do you have to fail before you say enough is enough?

Maybe I have touched on this topic a bit before but today the thought ran across my mind about how stubborn I am when it comes onto calling it quits, on people especially.
By nature, I tend to try and try again, as well all do, but even if I am hurting, I will keep going. If a small part of me has hope that something will change for the better, I will keep trying and trying.

There are many success stories that hold perserverance at the heart of their sucesses. 
So, does that ultimately mean that there is no limit as to when you can call it quits because we don't know if success is around the corner.
For example, we might choose to give up today, but if we had waited till tommorrow, success would be there awaiting us. Or would it?
It is a cycle. 
We tell ourselves that we can't give up, knowing that we have to cross path with success someday. But we have no idea when that day is. All we know is that we can't give up. So we keep going, working harder and harder, with no sign of success in sight.

So.... What do we hold on to?

We hold on to hope! The slight possibility that there has to be a better way.
We have faith in the belief that, maybe just one more try will do it.
And we keep going...

But... When do you call it quits?

My secret is, I never call it quits. I might stop trying a little, or maybe even a lot but these situations are stored away somewhere within me. And maybe even after years of not trying, especially with people, I might just drop them a casual 'Hi'. 
Or if it is a task of some kind, I'll leave it for a bit then revisit it.
If people or situations tug at your heart and you seem to not be going anywhere with them, maybe you are not meant to at this moment in time. But they were just introduced to you to teach you something and will be re-inroduced back when you have learnt that lesson completely.
Maybe? It's just a thought, but who knows?...

However, when facing the decision to call it quits or persevere on...

First, ask yourself...
How bad do you want it?
How hard are you willing to work for it?
How will you benefit from it?
And how passionate are you about it?

Then maybe you can start to gage when enough is enough, if ever.

Note: Hope you are all doing well? Thanks for sticking with me. Much love. Tanny xx

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Made You Think 101: Battles

A lot of the times in life we will come across various things we naturally try to fight to keep in our lives. But not every fight is worth it. We have to choose our battles and choose wisely.

There is nothing worse than when you put your all into fighting to have someone or something stay in your life, only to realise that you are far better of without them or it.
We have to look far ahead and analyse how that battle will be beneficial to our lives.
These battles come in any shape, size or form. For example, you could be fighting to keep what you think is the love of your life in your life, you could be fighting a health condition or you could be fighting your conscience. We all go through different type of battles.

So how do you know which ones are worth fighting for?

Recently, I went through this period in my life where I felt like I needed to hang on to someone. The thought of letting that person go outweighed everything else. So, I made up my mind to fight and keep fighting. Until one day I asked myself, what exactly am I fighting for? I wasn't gaining anything, my life wouldn't have been any better. So what was the point?
The truth hit me like a ton of bricks, because the truth is, there was no point. There was no point wasting my time and energy. That person's time had expired in my life. I was meant to move on but I kept dwelling and allowing myself to fall back every time I took a step forward. I felt like I was just trapped in this segment of my life, it was a tormenting cycle, and I wanted out but there was that annoying part of me that wanted me to stay there.

This was my battle…
I fought with me. I fought with myself. And I fought with I.

And I had one aim, and that was to lose to win.

I wanted to lose that part of my life, in order to winningly move forward.

Leave it as a 'look back and learn' rather than a 'why am I still here?' moment.

So, I did just that. I won the fight to lose that part of my life.
I won the fight to have a clear conscience and a calm heart. I won me, myself and I.
The battle was worth it. Cause, now it's a 'look back and learn' moment. Never will I allow myself to get to the stage where I have to fight against myself so much again.
The battles you have with yourself are possibly by far the hardest. You will not know you have won until you see a change in the outcome. And whilst you are fighting these battles with yourself you are convincing part of yourself that you are right yet another part of you feels so wrong.
This was the choice I had to make. I was going with the part of me that felt right but nothing was turning out right. So I chose to go with the part of me that felt wrong, and because I had so much faith in the part that felt right; coming to terms with the fact that the part that felt right was actually the wrong part was hard for me. I couldn't understand how it felt so right but everything was going the opposite way to how it felt.

Sometimes, the battles that have the best outcomes for us are the ones we don't want to fight but we are forced to because the ones we chose to fight weren't giving us the results we wanted or needed.

Normally, I'm the 'go with the flow' type of person but some flows are off-beat and are not to be gone with, that situation was one of those off-beat flows.
I'm glad that I've left it alone now.

Now the battle is to keep choosing what is actually worth fighting for.

Note: Hope you are well, my awesome readers. Thanks for reading. Much love, Tanny xx

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Conversations With My Sis

(Image taken from 'This Is My Melanin' on T.TizzleMedia blog)

Conversations with my sis
Makeup has never been my thing
No, really, makeup has never been my thing
But lately the topic seems to keep reoccurring 
In conversations with my sis
She storms in and asks why didn't I teach her that and this
And of course being the typical teen, she is going through that phase
Those stereotypical teen years
Where you try to stand alone but still in earshot of the rest
Where you're trying to find out what works for you best 
Where you resize your circle realising less is more
In terms of those you cherish and adore
Conversations with my sis
She spits all these questions at me that has me questioning the role I’ve played
She blames me for not sending her out there on display
Hair done but no makeup and iffy about her dress code 
I don't even know who I am, is why I'm told
So I decided to break it down for her 
Conversations with my sis
Your body is your temple 
Thats what we are taught by the bible
We have to look after it, love it, nurture it
But for generations our black race was taught to hate it
Lynched, grouped by shades
The lighter, the better and lets not get me started on our face
Your lips are too big, your eyes are too wide
Your hair consists of one too many kinks and your body is oddly sized
Our shape, too curved and thighs too thick
We were placed on displays like gallery pics
So when my sis asks me why I haven't taught her makeup, everything flashes through my mind
I reply with you don't need makeup, try to be one of a kind
It doesn't matter what shade you put over your eyes or on your face
You cannot hide the different shades of melanin of our black race
Our bodies are seen as prizes and to consist of so many curves in todays world means you a slaying
Long hair on a black girl, edges well laid hashtag winning
But we aren't winning anything if we cannot proudly wear out our naturals naps
If we can’t look ourselves in the mirror and say we are beautiful without having to take a selfie in hopes that social media will reassure us of that
Sis, why are you trying to conform to what they taught us to do
They taught us to hate us, whilst I'm teaching you to love you
Our berries are not blacker for us to waste the juice
So metaphorically speaking drink up and relish in all that is you
Conversations with my sis
I tell her that to stand out is to fit into what is you
And if someone discriminates on how tightly you wear you
Then, how is that your problem?
The eyes are made for looking, so let them
Don't hide who you are so that you blend in with the crowd and is invisible
Our black is so beautiful that it almost makes us invincible 
I want you to look in the mirror every day and say, I love this...I love this!
And make sure you love it

Conversations with my sis!

Note: I have a range of conversations with my sis about a lot of teenage stuff. This poem was inspired by some of the conversations we had. Hope you like it. Much love. Tanny xx

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