Baskadia

"PULL THE PLUG"

My life is now owned delusion Happiness is no longer illusion If Life is a bitch- then dig me a ditch If i pull the plug now I'll free my demons They say i'll be caged in the tunnel of Mammon But, Humans used to say 'There's light at the end of a tunnel- Still, Humans used to pray 'Master, save me from the tunnel' It calls me closer It calls me near Just once and it'll be over Death whispers in my ear. (c) Alex O'bor, 2020. All rights reserved.

Gratitude

Gratitude, oh sweet gratitude, How you make our hearts uplifted, With every moment that we breathe, You remind us how we're gifted. For every dawn that breaks the night, And every bird that sings its song, For every friend that brings us light, We thank you, gratitude, so strong. With every challenge that we face, You show us how to persevere, And with your gentle, loving grace, We find the strength to conquer fear. In every smile that we receive, And every kindness that we see, We feel your war

Poetry

The cost of living May cost the living Life of the living What preys on one Is a prey to another On the hunt for food The hunter gets hunted And the cycle continues A cycle that hunts us all Life is a jungle The weak is subdued Even the strong is subdued by a stronger force

Puppet

Your beauty bewitched me, Just like a moth drawn to a flame, You pulled me and I couldn't resist And just like a puppet You made me dance to your rhythm I was a hopeless romantic A slave to your love

Shadow

Poetry

The Tale of Twist (Poetry)

The beauty of art is in the confusion it brings lol

YOU + ME

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

The Fallen drop of tears

Perhaps, You’re unknown of the price. Although just a solitary droplet from a molten heart It has touched the earth with a thousand words within. As it scatters laden with soil Let the breeze come and touch you. In the dark night when the moon is nowhere to be seen, The world seeks for its beam. When the lonely wind touches me The lightning within my heart Tries to come out in the world. My heart always in fear of the fall…..! With the dew from the Himalayas Play my longing eyes This ever flowin

Fred the rich man

There once was a rich man named Fred, Whose wealth was so vast, it spread. He had mansions and yachts galore, But he was still a terrible bore. One day, Fred was walking down the street, When he saw a homeless man sleeping at his feet. Fred laughed and said, "Look at you, so poor, While I have more money than I can endure." The homeless man looked up and said, "I may be poor, but I'm not dead. I may not have mansions and yachts, But I have friends and I'm not a sot." Fred was so angry, he turned

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THE DEATH OF AN ELAND

Story of a ranger who meets a lonely wounded girl in a bush.They feel sorry for the girl though they do nothing to help her.

Castle on the Cloud

034 Agony is the description of my life, a word that's my everyday's companion. My sleeves are always wet, not because of the water nor rain, but of my overflowing tears. But I seldom dreamed of a castle on the clouds. There, I have someone to hug me when I'm afraid. There are foods to eat when my stomach's grumbling. There are blankets to warm me during the night. At the castle on the clouds, I was not hurt. I don't have bruises nor wounds. I don't have dirt nor molds. I don't have an empty sto

Bloom of Serenity.

Amidst the meadow's gentle sway, Where sun-kissed blooms in colors play, A symphony of petals dance, In nature's evergreen romance. The rose, in passionate attire, Ignites a burning, fervent fire, Its velvet touch, a fragrant kiss, In gardens of eternal bliss. Tulips stand in rows so neat, Their vibrant hues, a vibrant treat, They bow and nod in gentle breeze, As secrets whispered through the trees. Daisies, with their faces bright, Greet the dawn's first golden light, In innocence, their hearts

Valiant

016 She's the girl full of glee, Each day she's smiling happily. She gives light to others' days, By her being bubbly. She's the girl full of dreams, In midnight cold she's burning her eyebrow on flame. She works hard to be the best, Even though it's hard she insists. She's the girl who is degraded by society, They say she dreams too big and is greedy. They said that she can't reach her goal, Because she's even lesser than a lump of coal. She's a girl who works with heart and passion, She proved

He Wants for the Fabrics of Paradise

Had I the sky's weaved fabrics, Enwrought with brilliant and silver light, The blue and the faint and the dull fabrics Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the materials under your feet … One of Yeats' short show-stoppers, this sonnet is quite possibly of his generally renowned and broadly anthologised verse: 'Be cautious since you track on my fantasies.' It's a flawlessly expressive urging to be dealt with compassionate by one to whom one has swore one's life and heart. It was

`Tonight

Used by permission of W.W. Norton & Company, Inc. Source: Call Me Ishmael Tonight:

Insomia

024 This shit is keeping me up all night, depriving of sleep and rest. Always making my eyes wide open, feeding the bags under it. It's already morning and my eyes are still open. The rooster's shouting loudly, a sign that morning is near. But I am still here, wide awake. I tried to close my eyes so I can enter into dreamland. But this shit is keeping me up, turning me into a living corpse the next day. My brain is chaotic and loud, always thinking of 'what if's' and future. It won't shut up no

I will rise up

A man's wish to rise up. Taken from Words of Encouragement and Hope from Songs of Lexicon

Poetry

About love

A Half Remembered Dream

In my dreams, a fading voice calls upon me from a loud echo, From a sunless sky, out of the bleak night, a shivering hand reaches out to hold; From the ground beneath, shreds of fog rises to seal me within As my feet stomps on charred bones I stretch my arms forward and give command; rise, o charred bones rise, o fallen; soldiers, princes and peasants alike. Rise! An army forms around me, not of flesh and blood An army forms around me, of bones and rotten armour Battle awaits, we March! Who can