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?

I AM DIFFERENT

This is a piece that encourages self love.

What I feel when I am Alone?

The life becomes complicated when you are at a dark side.This darkness is the shadow of your lonliness and psychological problem.A deadly storm seems to be coming towards you but doesn't.A time which never stops giving you pain and hard ways.All the abilities of gaining attention and moving forward are prisoned.Thus is lonliness. You feel a silence among a crowd and thirst in the middle of an ocean.You feel losing everything by mind.In a colorful room, the feeling are colorless.The taste of life

How criticism changed me to what am today!!

If you had to bring one idea to channel in order for them to have a better impact on society, what would you say, please explain and describe? I could give a motivational speech which I feel can lift their spirit and think positive towards circumstances. ` Yesterday is history, tomorrow is mystery but today is a gift that is why its called the present `. I lived my 20 years in misery of criticism, in a shell where I felt, I was never going to come out  , at one point I never wanted to face peopl

I AM WHO HE IS

WHO AM I? A creator An idol Architectural in mind Spiritual in soul Fun in kind The future containing special features Humble but can’t be crumbled He is I am that I am I am who I say I am For I am God’s image I’m a god

I am not made of steel

I am not made of steel I am not made of steal Yet I am always the weak link Like the gold-plated jewelry You drape around your neck So gracefully I break I am like clay Your words shape me Painfully Your actions cut into me Like harsh hands Only meant to break me Maybe I am not good enough Maybe you think of me as cheap stock Because You rip me apart Out of frustration Not being able to mould me into what you want You break me Again And again And again Or maybe I am just scraps Something used Bu

I Am A Poet

A poet with victorious inkn

I am living your so called life

You made my life a living hell

Would that, I wouldn't be, what I am.

Would that, I Wouldn't be , What I am. A tiny creature, a form I desire, Unnoticed, Unknown An oyster in a shell, deep in the sea, Eternal peace, away from abyss Would that I wouldn't be, What I am, A little child, a form I desire, Careless, Reckless, Would laugh out loud, Innocent desires. To be cared, to be loved, Some things I aspire. Would that I wouldn't be, What I am, An elderly person, a form I desire, At peace, No worldly desire. Seen my time, Lived enough, Seen enough, understood the pl

Speechless I am

Sometimes we are running out of words to define the one we love

I am a Bangladeshi photographer

2am

Am New here from Ghana

Am somewhere

Let’s go somewhere and see great stuff

6am in Northern Kenya.

I am obvious

Sometimes we just want enjoy our time in a good and humble way but it may become more visible to the others than we wanted it to be.

I am BiB☻

Nice to meet you!

In am traveling with my friend to the field

Horse

Mistakes are the road to your uniqueness.

Why do we fear making mistakes? We all have been told since childhood that good kids should always do the right thing. Mistakes are poor, shameful, scary and even dangerous. All of this has formed a delusion in us, which now prevents us from changing something in our lives, learning new things, changing ourselves and improving our lives. The only way to become yourself is to make mistakes, to try the world by touch, to understand what is yours and what is someone else's. The experience of one's own mistakes is nothing but a means of self-identification.

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