Baskadia

Words...

Words can never be reality... The man who knows that life and death takes place in every breath, then also knows that reality can not be words, neither imaginations nor past present, neither it can be intellect.... Strong words may stir the heart of foolish superficial men, but the reality is never dependent on words...

Bring me the Goddess

I called Theia But the one who showed up was Nyx I called Euphrosyne But the one who showed up was Oizys Whom should I call? Here in the times that I'm alone I want to go back But what should I find when I returned?

****KISS ME IN THE RAIN****

Basking heart breaks

Lets Me not Be Ashame

I am not perfect But I strife to work on my defect. Like a mother hen, I protect my crown From peering eyes, praying I fall down. Their cheering are mere adulation They gaze not for admiration But for disappointment I see eyes filled with resentment Like an ant, I work diligently. Knowing, they are working tirelessly, To steal my crown and erase my name. Dear Lord, let me not be ashame. Ears earnestly waiting for my fall, Dear Lord, your name I call. They are plotting to steal my crown And see

Save Me

Standing firm in the mirror, I saw reflection of a failure. Darkness totally embraces me, Locked as a prisoner who can't escape. Please save me, Loneliness is slowly killing me. Nobody knows what I'm going through, Or even my existence, you have no clue. Rope, Poison, Knife. I am deciding how to end my life. Maybe one day, if I vanish, That's when you'll notice my presence. Please save me, I'm drowning in a sea of melancholy. Completely numb from endless pain, Totally tired from hidin' and cryin

You, Me, I (a letter)

A regretful fellow bloating out emotions in realization of his undying love for his ex, he’s been trying to get back to. This was the one of the letters he sent to her SETTING: Old school

HE WAS WOUNDED FOR ME.

His death on Calvary's tree, made me who I am today, His suffering on Golgotha, gave me a better life. His resurrection, gave me a hope for eternity.

Tell me how Many more Petals should Fall

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Archeology's important.

Archaeology is the study of human history and prehistory.

My love for Scrabble

My love for Scrabble is like a fire burning bright, A passion that flares up with every letter placed just right. With every word I form, my excitement starts to soar, As I outsmart my opponents and add to my score. The thrill of finding words that others cannot see, Is like a treasure hunt, a victory. The tiles, they call to me, like gems upon a board, Each one a puzzle to be solved, a challenge to be adored. With every game I play, my love for Scrabble grows, A love that knows no bounds, a lov

Diet And Exercising For Weight Loss

Obesity is now being called an epidemic in the health community. In fact, it will soon be the leading cause of preventable death in the United States, even ahead of cigarette smoking. Obesity leads to type two diabetes, high blood pressure,

Me

Like the wind I come and I go Like the snow I'm ice cold With a warm smile I lighten the heart that's heavy My elegance surpasses that of a prideful lady My existence is a mystery on it's own Leaving the minds of many inspired and aglow It is certain that everywhere I go This mystery is stuck with me even to my bones

True me

Many secrets to my world that no one understands You think you are my friend but don’t know my nightmares Don’t judge people by the smile on their face One might be going through pain but you would never know Until true friends ask “What's going on”

Sentenced by me

a short but very interesting poem , written by : k.g

See the Sonoran Desert from Above on Hot Air Balloon Rides

Float above Arizona’s stunning Sonoran Desert on unforgettable hot air balloon rides. Watch the sunrise paint the desert in gold, see saguaro cacti and rugged mountains from a new perspective, and enjoy peaceful moments high in the sky. Perfect for couples, families, and adventurers, Arizona Balloon Safaris offers safe, scenic flights that create lasting memories of beauty, freedom, and pure tranquility.

AMAJIRIONWU: I WILL WIN THE ELECTION BECAUSE THE PEOPLE BELIEVE IN ME

AMAJIRIONWU: I WILL WIN THE ELECTION BECAUSE THE PEOPLE BELIEVE IN ME The candidate of the All Progressives Congress(APC) for the Ngor Okpala State Constituency by-election on Saturday 26th February, 2022, Okenze Blyden Amajirionwu has assured his people that come Saturday he will win with a wide margin. Okenze Amajirionwu made this declaration in a Phone in program called The Agenda by MyRadio 101.1 FM in Owerri while responding to questions from Imolites. He assured the people that come Saturday, he will win with a landslide because the people believe in what he can do for them as their representative. In his words, Amajirionwu said “i am going to win the election convincingly because my people believe in what i can do for them”. He therefore called on the people of Ngor Okpala not to lose hope but should remain steadfast as the time to liberate the people from the shackles of underdevelopment has come and that he will do. #BLYDEN4IMHA2022

YOU + ME

This poem tells a short tale of the character’s inability to balance loving him/herself and loving others.

The Me that do not exist

Whatever I do I will never be good for you

The Ego...

Obviously the ego is the most precious here..a globe of amalgamation of energy threads, so complicated that the breath tries to undone it every moment...it doesn't even know when it have become that artificial globe of thread, ever entangled in its action, compassion and passion....... Simplicity is the "silence", which is freely flowing energy in space, yet without existence of "ego"- a depreciation and disturbances in flow how can ever we sense the flow. In the play of energy from being static

The emptiness within me

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