Baskadia

My sarcophagus

Beautiful and bold I'm captivating, I leave you awestruck, but like pandoras box I lock in all sorts of fucked up. Depression and its mission the sarcophagus designed by Lugubrious her mission is to leave us isolated, so we only feel melancholy. DISMAL is are only prospective,, while Distracted and deceived are loved ones for society has forced us to fear what will happen if others only knew just how we feel. So we lie and force a smile an tell others just how fine we are simultaneously we are d

HOMELESS NOT HOPELESS

we the native of the street Holed-up under bridges we are necessary major fragments of the globe As the day chameleons to night you slumber in the warmth of your beds and the warmth of your loved ones we also embrace the cozy cardboard bed laid on stinks as the night inject us with cool breeze and endurance we sleep and dream and have conferences with the indigenes on the elusive world when it's a day in bundle We pack our belongings and move on with our days standing, kneeling and bending to be

I am not made of steel

I am not made of steel I am not made of steal Yet I am always the weak link Like the gold-plated jewelry You drape around your neck So gracefully I break I am like clay Your words shape me Painfully Your actions cut into me Like harsh hands Only meant to break me Maybe I am not good enough Maybe you think of me as cheap stock Because You rip me apart Out of frustration Not being able to mould me into what you want You break me Again And again And again Or maybe I am just scraps Something used Bu

THE HOPELESS FUTURE

HOPELESS FUTURE Lay to sleep, sleep to rise Rise to shine, shine to live Ding dong, ding dong the alarms A day goes by, in hope I wait Going to come, coming to go It's another time in silence Patients and anxiety became friends A time spent on cue, still I wait Sucklings turned infant, infant a man Mothers and fathers growing old Drifting away In the beaming of the night At yet another glimpse of light, yet I wait Searching for you as though I had lost you My weakness became my strength At yet a

"Hopeless Romantic", 09.11.2022

A little bit about me. My experiences. And my demons😉 P.S.: little me in the photo.

Death on the Seas - Contemporary Nigerian Poetry

The world is seen by some as a sea (of efforts, hope, rewards) and everyone is seen as a sailor. Some sail through while some fall. This is a tribute to all those that fell.

LOVE WAS THERE, I WASN'T

I have been looking for love, and all along, it has always been there, but I refused to see it. I have been looking for love since time immemorial. I thought I found it in my friends, my colleagues, or my family. I thought I found love in people I met on different social media platforms. We talked and laughed all night until the sun smiled at us. I thought I found love when they understood my pain, share memories with me, and struggled life with me. I thought I found love until I didn’t. Love al

Hopeless Romantic

Hopeless Romantic This person is in love with love. They believe in fairy tales and love. All hopeless romantics are idealists, sentimental dreamers, imaginative and fanciful when you get to know them. They often live with rose colored glasses on. They make love look like an art form with all the romantic things they do for their special someone. ❤️🖤Karungi Paulah Turahi 💎💎

Living in a hopeless world

I write to you from such a pale world where no sparkle affects anything. Of a world where the long-awaited peace has settled between walls and echoes. I write to you from a reality where living is no longer exciting. Where one has the taste of the challenge on the lips. Where we mourn every day for innocent souls gone far too soon. The breath of relatives sold at a good price. The blood of our loved ones shed and spilled unjustly on the sidewalks. I write to you from a reality where we wait for

Hopeless family