Baskadia

Am I the bad for me?

A knife through vein would end me But where'd I stand then? My Soul would linger through the dead With no sign of life left I want to touch the sky See beyond the shady clouds I want to breathe inside the deepest ocean Clean myself and about My heart belongs to a different A difficult kingdom My mind is the stop of me To think beyond my wisdom I'm quite between the living and Living with non living Non living stops the living Am I beyond those shiny diamonds? Or I cost of the mud under the shoe?

The stupid in me

Whatever I do, I will end up alone

Things about me

My favorite color is blue And many other pastels too My favorite YouTuber is only krew If they notice me, that'll be a dream come true I'm always late but I still join their Livestream By the way my favorite foos are spaghetti, shrimp, and ice cream! My hobbies are making poems and hanging out with my siblings I hope you liked it even if there's only 4 things.

Thr king in me

Welcome to the land of reality

Love letter for my girlfriend

I miss my girlfriend and write a letter for her

Please help me annotate this essay. highlight main idea, supporting sentences, vocabularies

Please help me annotate this essay. highlight main idea, supporting sentences, vocabularies, opinions or reactions, samples etc. Once It's Gone, It's Gone by Julia Casey 1 I'm a normal high school kid—that is, I like listening to music. Until about a year ago, I always liked listening to it loud. Loud enough that it filled up my head and pulsed through my body, so the boundary between me and the music disappeared. I've listened to countless hours of music—vibrant music pouring into my ears from

Would you be there for me my love

Poem

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

Pull me from abyss

Its a sweet love story between Sehyun and Sena .A boy who had forgetten to smile, to be happy and girl who is loving cheerful talketive.

Just me

Just me I love staying indoors Listening to sad songs While I siren on the harsh words Said to my face by my so called loved ones I guess I'm but a worthless being That made my burden my skin Oh! in pains I scream Always caged in my dreams What a night mare Which led to me sweat while wearing my night ware Can I find joy? If yes, then where? I'm already addicted to this harsh sphere Till I die I guess it would be me myself and I Enjoying my funny and scary ride Living my boring life © Ojsegun

Mr.Darkness and Me

This poem describes a boy walking in the night, he dies and go's to heaven without feeling pain or knowing that he passed on to the after life

The man in me

A poem out of inspiration to finding the man I am.

A fool like me

This poem speaks about my struggle for love, I am being treated as a fool, being mislead to being love but in the end I was not love at all

Think of Me

Remember me as a pen in your hand— You hold so I can stand, You guide me so I can walk; Persistent in letters and talk. Think of me as a tree— I grow as I stay with thee, To bear much fruit for you and me, I'll be still and be so merry. Imagine me as a bed— Lie in me if you're tired, A good sleep is all you need In you I'm perfectly suited. Meditate me as a waterfall— Consistently flowing but peaceful, Much relaxing and so cool, A company with you so meaningful.

LOVE ME FOREVER, I WILL BE WITH YOU WHENEVER

The scribbles of your name on my fleshless skull Found their way to my untamed soul There presence landed on my un beating heart You were a spirit worth the wait Funny how lack of flesh comes with no cold embraces your sockets give me the warmest stares Smiles with no lips yet am the happiest there can ever be We are not meant for their world For we hold our own Its beauty in our darkness In each others fleshless arms We dare to breath Our bones are one Our breathe is unlimited Because till dea

The Echo Of Me

Is the person reflected in the mirror truly a version of yourself? Or are they merely a figment of your imagination? This piece touches on the subject of finding the best version of one's self in a world filled with doubt and dreams.

Let me be free

the freedom to be happy, to roam around

Sonnet 7: will you still love me?

Sonnet 7: will you still love me? When this beauty fades will you still love me? This was her words questioning my intentions. I dwell in my mind before I manifest my Revelations, being analytical and honest not to be crème. My answer is the truth it do not decay with time for I don't want to be a subject of prosecution, and only truth will be my protection. Here is my answer for "will you still love me?" The subject of my love is the subject of your conduct. I love the peace that has bonded int

Words...

Words can never be reality... The man who knows that life and death takes place in every breath, then also knows that reality can not be words, neither imaginations nor past present, neither it can be intellect.... Strong words may stir the heart of foolish superficial men, but the reality is never dependent on words...

Bring me the Goddess

I called Theia But the one who showed up was Nyx I called Euphrosyne But the one who showed up was Oizys Whom should I call? Here in the times that I'm alone I want to go back But what should I find when I returned?