Baskadia

Could there be a better future for me?

There's hope for everyone as long as you're still breathing, don't kill yourself, read this story and be blessed by it.

# Draw by me 💥

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Title: Reflection of Me

Summary: "Reflection of Me" is a poem that dives deep into the concept of self-reflection and introspection. It highlights the significance of looking within oneself and understanding our perception of the world around us. The poem discusses how the mirror serves as a gateway to self-awareness and helps us discover our true identity.

What's wrong with me

Finding your self

Most Beautiful

This is the most momentous moment of my life. Love you always. Tip me if you like

what are you for me?

You are my first love, And you are the last love too. You are the cause of my pain, And you are my pain too. Then how did you say You are nothing ।

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

Let Me In Leiley

The poem is about revealing our authentic fronts and pain to those who care, or taking a torn heart to a tailor of hearts for amendment.

LOVE ME BACK

I keep dreaming of you I wish these dreams come true Stalking you secretly day by day You're pictures and voice is all I meditate My heart that was frozen can beat again I'm falling for you body and soul I hope you feel the same even for a day I'll forever watch you like the night's owl Catch me before I break Lead me on the right track My love is not fake I wish you will love me back Let us dance to love's tunes Love that flows from the heart This love will feel so good If only you will love me

You don't love me

I always end up on the losing end of the story

poem

poems for mother

Tell me why we afraid to dark. I don't know

Is this sun flower the middle part of the flower is dark but around the middle part there is a yellow part which means light. In everyone life one side of the life is dark and one part is light. Our life depend what can we choose. I prefer choose better and try to do better don't fear your dark sides. Instead of being afraid of your darkness, make it your strength.

Why hurt me

I've been good to you, Then you had a sudden change of heart. Was your LOVE even true, All of a sudden you want us apart. What did I do wrong, I don't understand? Why am I the one with the frown, I'm the one left hurt first hand. You got me to open up, Now I'm left like dirt, Why was I dropped, It really really hurts.

You left me...

At first you seemed so perfect. every single word accompanied with your great smile from you felt genuine.. I fell for you,for sure I fell so deep. Each call and text till our first date, made everything beautiful. I thought I had you then you quit.

TAKE ME HOME

First she love to explore. A damsel hidden away from life and it's ambiguity. She is beautiful, naive and of high self esteem, even with her confidence, she is just a girl and a good one only in love for adventure adventure. But on a very unfortunate day, she escape from the string of her mother's apron. Now she can have her liberty to unveil what life has for her.

The dumb that is me

I am the dumbest of dumb