Baskadia

Lost at sea

This boat reminds me that even though you are alone in life you can still be strong on your own.

Fear.

I fear being forgotten, my name and face lost in time. Memories of me faded from existence. Binding me to nothingness. So much ambition with zero direction. As time Flys past isolation and a destructive self image emerges fear becomes all consuming my lips speak into existence the pain and suffering as if i were the orical of destruction. My every step seems Beleagure my very existence. Words spoke from frustration have resulted in the futility of salvation. I stand now a statue of irony an exam

Lost

Be happy and let it go

A man is never lost at sea

Black and whites

Of all the lines Or the black and whites I hit I can't seem to push or kick You out of my head. You laugh too much To your friends belittlement Than to my bursting heartfelt bouquet I think it's me Oh shoot it must be me I try too hard you know too hard to meet To meet you half way When you aren't even near.

Lost in!

God has created a such beautiful places for us. Life is to short to explore but there's no charge on feeling single moment of ur life so enjoyyy

Lost Soul

I was a lost soul, stuck on the dark. Wondering around if I can still go back. Collecting stones everytime I saw some - to be used as a sign where I came from. And what if the sun won't give me a light? Monsters too strong, I can't fight. I'll be begging with my knees on the ground, Please help me, don't let me drown. Honestly, I'm a man in callow. Still survives with full sorrow. I hope one day, an ethereal beauty - will soon find and get me.

Depression

A Poem about "Depression"...not a very active or topic that is talk about alot

Damaged by abuse

Depraved and stained is my mind. Emotionally I'm unraveling not because of the blood splattered on the walls infact those force a smirk or perhaps a smile, accompanied by the sy of relief for abuse cannot no will no longer happen to me. But damaged I am and damaged i will always be. With Each act and every assault the parts that made me, me were violently stripped and ripped away from me. Now I feel like an empty shell, a well of torture memories that play only to rewind. I don't believe I've

Depressions manipulation

Depression has a way of speakin up on us Until its to late.we tell are self we are fine its just a phase.... what ever are denial statements are. If anyone that reads tjis and your feeling alone or that you have no where to turn. I am here to talk. NO PROBLEM IS PERMANENT. YOU ARE NOT WORTHLESS A STRANGER THINKS YOU MEAN ENOUGH TO BE THERE NO EXCUSES. MESSAGE ME GOD LOVES YOU.

Friendship trgedy

At that time I was in college and had spent almost my till that time quite unsolicited so I had no sense that what's true friendship is like or what love feels like. At that time I started talking with a boy on social media (Instagram) he was 6 months younger then me. He was sweet and very ambitious guy. He made me forget about my sorrows whenever I talked to him, at that time both of us were going to turn 18. During that time my sister got divorced and all of my family was greing by their self

LOST HOPES

This is a poem about African leadership and how citizens are suffering from the cruel behavior of their leaders.

RIP 🪦 to all crypto investors who lost 😞 almost everything just half way through the year

Better day’s ahead

Flood in Accra

Today's love, which is lost to money.

❤️🥀❤️ Red rose ❤️🥀❤️

Lost in the dust.

𝐒𝐨, 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥... 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬... 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝. 𝐀𝐢𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. 𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲,𝐈’𝐦 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡.🤷🏽‍♂️ 𝐈 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧, 𝐖𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭, 𝐏𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 , 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲,𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞.

Lost in paper and pencil

My lost love

To love is sweet, to be loved is sweeter but the sweetest of all is to fall in love with the right person. I always remember her whenever I see those beautiful gifts she bought for me those days when she used to call me her soulmate. I do remember her whenever I see rose flowers that I used to buy for her during valentine. She was as beautiful as a rose and her charming smile could always ensure me a bright future ahead. I do miss her whenever I see those romantic photos that we took when love was the most precious thing for both of us. I used to call her my queen and she could call me her king until I could feel as if the only people that exists in the world is I and her. I cry bitterly whenever I remember her sweet promises. She promised to love me till death and to live with me for her entire life but today she is nowhere to be found. She disappeared like a ghost in the darkness. I miss her presence, her love and I wish she would come back in my life.

Mata veshnu devi view

This picture click by me in veshnu devi mandir

So lost