Baskadia

ULCERS OF BROKEN💔

In the wake of bonds once strong and true Lies a tale of heartache, pain anew Unaware of the cuts of the heart Wounds that linger, secrets that destroys Once entwined in laughter's sweet embrace Now estranged, each in their own space Words unspoken, rifts unhealed In the heart's chambers, emotions concealed Like an ulcer, hidden, gnawing within The ache of loss, a constant din Memories play in bittersweet refrain And whispers that roars and echoes When it roars both the soul and the heart are at

Broken portal

My pose, broken pen 🖊️,book📖:ready to poem!

The position I take in comfort to write ✍️ my poems.Some prefer sitting in a desk , others like it on bed but no matter the position,we are just looking for comfort to best perform the art.

Motivational quote

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AESTHETIC EMOJI

Burning heart edit by mee

Small scissors with black, broken plastic handles lie on dry leaves

This art was created my grand father and model by me

You will like it I have to more to show here just keep watching me and my moves

A broken light

Broken

Even the broken tree describe the nature's beauty♥️,deep

Broken

Broken face

Broken heart

Good

Drawing of heart/how to draw heart/broken heart ❤️/no love

THE BROKEN MIRROR 🪞

*THE BROKEN MIRROR* Sparkling in my new suit, I adjusted my tie 👔, looking aspiring through the mirror. I looked directly at myself but preferred the guy(myself) I saw on the mirror. Because he smiled back at me, portraying a better me than whom I am. I went to church and returned back, but unfortunately this same mirror was broken. When I looked, I saw a cracked me, even when I smiled, a cracked smile appeared, then I appreciated me more than the mirror. The life out there is fake, when you allow it to define you, if it cracks, you will also crack. A wise man once said, "A mirror that cannot see the heart may not be necessary for the face." *Pst Oris Adeoye*

The world

Broken hearted

Broken attique vessel

Seeing myself with every piece scattered in the room. Before I was valued,praised for it's beauty but now am nothing but just a dangerous weapon. They pick me up only to trash me because they are afraid that my sharpness would make their legs to bleed. I don't blame them because I know that my own weight led to my downfall. I wish I had been lighter that day maybe he wouldn't have smashed me to the ground. Nothing is more unrealistic than the thought of self repair. All that see me live me there

Broken hearts have a reason

" For another gasp , I knew A broken wound would still close it's lesion and become a new flesh augment to grip."

BLUE BYTES (GENESIS): CHAPTER 3: BLACK: #15: BROKEN

WITHOUT HIS DOMINION WHAT IS BLUE TO OTHERS STILL AN ASSET? OR YET ANOTHER LIABILITY?

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