Baskadia

Depression (example)

Depression is a feeling that is real and people should be aware of it. It mostly makes one feel less motivated in life or activities.

LET ME

Let me maintain this smile , even when am in pain , pain that i cant explian from where , or evev say when i experieced it , for the has no right to change me Let me maintai this happiness , even in time of sorrow , sorro that comes in waves, so i dont have to show am weak, even if i cant beat that sorrow i will have to maintain that happiness. Let me say thiswords, when i have things that hurt me, hurting me very deep in my hear, letting me rain down tears. painful words keep no more in my hea

I choose you, my love, forever true.

In this vast world, amidst life's maze, You are the one, in countless ways. Today, tomorrow, and every day anew, I choose you, my love, forever true. Through obstacles and challenges we may face, Our love will triumph, leaving no trace. For in your arms, I find strength and grace, Together we conquer, our hearts interlace. In the face of storms and trials we endure, Our love stands firm, resilient and pure. With each hurdle, our bond grows stronger, You are the one I choose, now and forever. No

The emptiness within me

This poem is written by Jonathan J. Smith from England. Poet's photo is attached with the poem. 🔥

Her true self

#Never give up

Sonnet 7: will you still love me?

Sonnet 7: will you still love me? When this beauty fades will you still love me? This was her words questioning my intentions. I dwell in my mind before I manifest my Revelations, being analytical and honest not to be crème. My answer is the truth it do not decay with time for I don't want to be a subject of prosecution, and only truth will be my protection. Here is my answer for "will you still love me?" The subject of my love is the subject of your conduct. I love the peace that has bonded int

Ringside Sovereignty: Cristiano Ronaldo's True capacity Seatmates at the Rage versus Usyk Battle"

Cristiano Ronaldo's attendance at the profoundly expected Rage versus Usyk battle has started extraordinary hypothesis about who he will sit close to. With Conor McGregor precluded, the center movements to other high-profile people who could share the sumptuous ringside experience with the football hotshot. In this article, we investigate potential seatmates, including: - Tyson Rage's company: A potential spot close by the Wanderer Lord's nearest partners, similar to Paris Wrath or ben Davison.

DROWN ME

Drown me beneath thy love, And show me the world above. Bless me with thy beauty, And sing to me my guilty. Wash my body with thy words. With that voice as birds. Dress me with thy fragrances, And draw towards me all glances. Feed me with thy presence And let me hold you as we dance. Let me hold you close That not even air can pass. Turn not thy gaze from me, But always look at me. Leave traces of thy lips on my face, And over all your lovelies, grace. Of morning blushing through the early skies

✨You and me haven't same dreams🤔But it's not problem for our friendship🤗✨

By Sobashi.M.P.Hirushani ©

Me and my Dish

Sometimes i try to cook something special.

Pink

Pink flower with Dew looing nice

Impact of Pop culture on nigerian ancient culture

Changing culture

true story

she wins the world

True lines of Life

In this era, a person is also educated or holds a higher position If he does not have sense, then he is the biggest ignorant person in the world

Hello everyone I'm new here will you support me

Optional

The Summer Vacation That Destroyed Me

Gloria I cruised up a hill, pressing the gas a little harder as I glanced at the clock on the dash, less than half an hour, and I’d be there. As I hit the peak of the rolling hill and picked up speed on the other side, I shifted my foot to the brake to slow my descent, but the pedal felt… squishy. The resistance that was usually there had disappeared and the car didn’t slow. I pressed the brake harder, slamming my foot against the useless pedal as adrenaline flashed through me like a bomb explod

JOURNAL OF A WHORE

It was on a bright weekend early afternoon. As I remained there ringing the doorbell tenderly, somebody pulled my pants. "Mom, mom, convey me." Cried a minuscule sharp voice. I really wanted no heavenly messenger to let me know what its identity was. Obviously, it was the voice of my three years of age little girl. If by some stroke of good luck she knew how chaotic it was lifting her up as she had put on a ton of weight as of late. Perhaps more than her age mates however at that point, a mother's affection wouldn't allow me to overlook the little one, regardless of whether I needed to. "Great sky," I murmured, feigned exacerbation, and scooped her up in my arms.

The tree

Inspired by the tree in my compound 😆

DARK HOUR

A stound of loneliness Filled with silence Gazing at the unseen shadows Silent as a wind. A period of breakdown, Time of comfort, Moment of hopelessness And hour of resilience. It's like a season, The most silent of all When one gets to reason. It is the DARK HOUR

Love poem in ancient arabic. By me🥰

Love poem