Baskadia

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

Me

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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

My Mama Words to Me

I sat down and I looked remembering the words of my mama; yeah she did told me, she told me things and a whole lot of it and now I smile cause she told me. What is life without the wisdom of our parents, what a waste to ignore the words of our parents...now I see what she has always told me and she said my child be wise always...

Me and my ❤️

Treat your heart right

The Crow and me

This poem consists of two parts. The first one was written nearly in 2008th

A lost version of me

A part of me wishes i could go back to the very beginning of it all and prevent that one event from happening that changed the course of my entire life and shaped me into the barely surviving human being i am today. That part of me still loves to curl in bed between mama papa, with my head on mama's tummy and my legs draped over papa's torso. That part of me still waits for mama papa to fall asleep so i can turn my lamp on and finish the last chapter of the book i haven't been able to get my nos