Baskadia

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

The Empty Man

The poem is about me, and how I feel about myself at the moment. It’s about how people can have an expectation of a man, and how he feels when he fails it miserably.

Carousel of pain

Dark poam of self torture

Scent of Hiding

029 Friendly as she is, always gives advice and answers queries. She laughs at every tiny parody, smiles at every little thing---so silly. Her charm was her beauty, a beauty she was insecure and shaky. She attracts souls who need therapy, a normal occurrence of hers every day. Her confidence was seasonal, she's cold but lowkey emotional. But beneath those facades, a stash was hidden, full of worries with no endin'. Midnight was her sweet haven, a time when she was free and in heaven. In the dark

Father's Day

On this day we celebrate The man who's always there Through thick and thin, he never falters Our rock, our guide, our care He taught us how to walk and talk And cheered us on each day He held our hands when we were scared And wiped our tears away He worked so hard to give us life And showed us how to love He sacrificed and gave his all To bless us from above So on this special day we honor The one who gave us birth We thank him for his strength and love And celebrate his worth We cherish every m

A Friendship Like No Other; A Birthday Like None Other

A birthday wish from Lexicon to his best friend. Taken from Birthday Wishes of The Songs of Lexicon

It’s Gone

It’s gone It’s gone Love is gone and sadness reborn Smiles packed along And left us in a state of forlorn Memories cracked in sorrow Not even a piece to borrow Tears now flow so thorough It’s reasons defined and justified For love was no more The present went so wrong That the future disappeared like sodom It’s gone it’s gone Our Love with time couldn’t stand so strong Our hearts gave up to the roar of doubts And now we lost it all Love couldn’t stand tall. We are left in a state of forlorn

"Everyday"

Everyday am on the race to my news, Not only racing to unknown life destinations, I wish I could see the upcoming stations But even my bros have their heavens, It's like everyone is upto seeing Nights, And hoping for the best of all living days, Everyday when I look upto the sky, I only see my shining anniversary, With beautiful birds flying all over orderly, Celebrating the sun and the wind happily, As I meditate with the stars keenly, From the top of stones carefully, Everyday I meet new human

Live after death

In shadows deep, where whispers fade, A realm unknown, where souls cascade, The afterlife, a mystic realm, Where life's true essence takes the helm. No longer bound by earthly chains, A new existence, where spirit gains, A canvas vast, where dreams take flight, In endless day or tranquil night. From mortal coil, we gently part, A journey to another start, In realms unseen, we find our way, A chance to bloom, a brighter day. With memories held, and love embraced, In afterglow, we find our place,

Regrets

Emmy? Am Emmy, How I loved that name, The name used to bring me so much joy back then. I don't know how I would feel if anyone called me that again. No one knows my name anymore. Am invisible. Invisible, as the stars on midday My world crushed in one minute like a rogue wave. How I wish I could have a time machine to reverse things to how they were before, I was happy, at the matter of fact very happy. I could trade anything to have that life back . . . . .

Frozen thoughts

In the eyes of another death is beautiful,  see Nothing grows until it finally dies.... And you’ll never find the truth until you’ve found the lies... And now that I’ve started pulling some strings, somethings are unraveling and I don’t like what I’m seeing but yet I proceed.... I’m pushing, a sense of a lost direction just stirred up but I keep on pressing to find the answers.... The path of a lost soul is where I’m walking..... I don’t know what or where I’m going but I’m desperate to find the

Home

A site where you will be consumed by happiness, and it composed  tranquil,  so cleanness of all harm and evil composed in the world. The bond is not defined by any physical matters but it composed of elements that are real matter. Elements of care, companion, trust, truth and love. Not defined by the structure of dwelling but defined by people and atmosphere of dwelling. A place of belonging, a place of identity is a home.

Minds, Chains & Souls

Will I always owe you? Because you’ve been taking And I’m left behind with nothing, Left to pick up these pieces, it’s quite exhausting! I am left behind again... I hope you’re happy and laughing When I shout at you I look insane But I know I am sane, Don’t you say I’m wicked, we’re not the same You do the dirty work, you make people change, Now who is insane? All I do is play by your rules...trying to maintain You welcomed me and then locked me in chains Now tell me something World, Will I alwa

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Keep HER safe

Keep her in your safe world 🥰

Trapped in Helplessness

I'm drowning in a sea of doubt My mind consumed by fear and drought I'm lost, alone, and cannot cope In this vast abyss without hope My hands are tied, my feet are bound As I struggle to break free, no sound Escapes my lips, my voice is gone In this darkness, I am undone I cry out for help, but no one hears As I'm consumed by my own fears I'm trapped in this cycle of despair With no way out, no one to care My heart beats fast, my mind races As I'm consumed by this familiar place Of helplessness,

Hemotional

People who feel are drooping flowers. The tiny ones that the rain beats with it's fists. Anger comes with it's boiling rage. Then the mouth speaks: dropping eggs that are broken alongside many hearts. The sadness follows and then it covers you like a warm duvet. It is like a bodyguard that protects you and pushes everyone else away. When laughter comes, it comes with fear that the good feeling is your salary: it never lasts. What a price to pay for being so sensitive, bending like the plant in t

Prayer

O Power whose presence is our soul's delight, From whom alone our being and our life Flow forth, and unto whom at last they drift, Accept our prayer to-night. For we are weak, and bowed with many a care, Oppressed with grief, and troubled with the sin That doth defile our souls and make us bare Of all that makes us kin. We pray for those we love, who are to us More dear than life itself, and for the rest Of all Thy children, whom Thou dost not thus Forsake and desolate. We pray for peace on eart

The thunder of a distant gun

This poem is written by Tamina Anderson from Canada. Poet's photo is attached with the poem. 🔥

Cry, it's never a Crime

Even if cry last for the night,joy cometh in the morning