Baskadia

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.

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

MY HEART

HEART BEAT

Lies

Grasses claim to be as tall as an iroko Ants claim to be as big as an elephant. The antelopes thinks they are lions. The weak feel they are strong The prey believe they are predators Everyone lives in their own fictional world, But only the strong minded know How to differentiate dreams from reality You talk about your Non existential achievements. Lies told on purpose Or perhaps on the delusions of the mind.

TRUE FRIEND

A true friend is suppose to be a friend indeed.so why backbite her cos you wanna hurt her. Why allowing yourself get overwhelm with jealousy cos you think ,yeah you think and feel that you can't attain the same height as her. Why allow hatred penetrate your heart cos you have enveloped it with envy. Have you forgotten that envy makes the bone to get rotten. Remember, there is a proverb that says,"A friend in need is a friend indeed". 'Don't you know ,that friend of yours can be an elevator

WHY ?

This poem is about a person who is not with me, but her memories are always with me.

ANHEDONIA

In this condition a person is totally shuttered and he often feels uneasy in a pleasant situation.

The global motto

Do not follow the norms And just mover with the waves Learn to standout Be different

A Friend

It's my happiness

A feeling

So often I smile without a course, and get lost in the moment laughing alone. The felicity I have is so sone, so that I laugh alone without a joke. All this wode because of persist intuition. A feeling without dimensions and edges yet in description can exhaust all pages, and on the surfaces its my ignition for instinct. A feeling that is very exciting, yet a rumor says it can be easily be extinct. A barrier of active and passive is fine margin. A feeling of perceptions and impressions. A feelin

ONCE WAS I

Once was I in love, When I spent all my time in that love, Love that bored no fruits, Yet I didn't recognize this, For I had nobody to tell me, Until today I got myself to know. Once was I in those parties, Parties that I attended daily, Accompanied by all friends, Friends that gave no advice Yet I kept them, Just for friendships. Once was I very strong, Physically and mentally indeed, Strong like a lion Powerful like Samson, But today, Once was I. Once was more time I spent, Not in hard work, B

A letter to you

A gentle reminder There will be struggles There will be obstacles But never run Never push people away Take advantage of them And learn

My release

Its nvrr easy to attone for ones sins but inorder to grow we must.

LET ME

Let me maintain this smile , even when am in pain , pain that i cant explian from where , or evev say when i experieced it , for the has no right to change me Let me maintai this happiness , even in time of sorrow , sorro that comes in waves, so i dont have to show am weak, even if i cant beat that sorrow i will have to maintain that happiness. Let me say thiswords, when i have things that hurt me, hurting me very deep in my hear, letting me rain down tears. painful words keep no more in my hea

The Physical Worlds

A poem which brings to light the different kinds of physical worlds we have and live in. Taken from Different Worlds from The Songs of Lexicon.

Her Name is Love

Short Poem about Love

DEATH (TRIBUTE TO GRANDMOTHER)

Death which brings sorrows and pain to mankind .it has no respect on man. Neither to the poor nor to the rich. It rubs like a thief. Day after Day ,My heart breaks and pricks,Hearing that the dearest person in my heart is dead. Death is a silent killer,it doesn't give permission ,it comes like a thief at night. My heart pricks cos the one i call my backbone is no more. My heart solicit for guidance,cos one who has been there for me during thick and thorns is no more . one whom has been m

Doubts

Doubts beat my mind Confusion sets me behind They say love looks beautiful But pain still has me confined They say love crowns Queens and Kings in delight But heartbreak sets mine in a broken Kingdom of doubts and denial And with nobody to hold through the malign Effect of distress and trials The disease of loneliness rejoices For the failure of love continues to inspire. Doubts beat my mind and set my heart Apart in confusion leaving it behind And out of line to be crowned as king in delights.

Partner Forever

great things always come every moment times where ones are numb such a monument magnificent, some presence of relief reached out, filled belief change of life, might be red tight string of fate in both pinkies, wait also with a cute small, a cheery babe oh, God, who really? whose destined to me? might go crazy various tracks of life hard, wherever is at least, with buddy whoever it is

THE POWER OF OBSESSION

OBSESSION IN LOVE