Baskadia

This is the life of me

I was born to cry, suffer and die, not to see happiness or to feel joy

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

Nobody ever told me; being strong leaves you defeated

Nobody ever told me ;being strong leaves you defeated Death calls my name And it sings a sweet melody Like a siren yelling Come to me I am caged inside my head I am a prisoner in my own body Begging for help But my voice falls silent Nobody hears me scream "Slit your wrist" "Walk into traffic and don't look back" "Jump" Jump. Just jump And I will set you free Pain in my heart But smile And you will be just fine Hide yourself Run Run until you lose yourself Am I lost? Nobody told me Being strong

DROWN ME

Drown me beneath thy love, And show me the world above. Bless me with thy beauty, And sing to me my guilty. Wash my body with thy words. With that voice as birds. Dress me with thy fragrances, And draw towards me all glances. Feed me with thy presence And let me hold you as we dance. Let me hold you close That not even air can pass. Turn not thy gaze from me, But always look at me. Leave traces of thy lips on my face, And over all your lovelies, grace. Of morning blushing through the early skies

Sentenced by me

a short but very interesting poem , written by : k.g

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...

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.

MEMOS

Darling mistress of Nirvana, One whose ecstasy brings fertility to the mourning mud. The reason of my own Had I abandoned thee To the reminent of this world? Certainly don’t agree. Let my departure Exhale no dereliction For the cause I had to upheld. The story I wish you could infer. Gregory have no say in this. The cambium of world chaos With his Catholic convey. I’m not at home with myself What is worse than death? Letting you go, what a torture. I crave for switch of fate, Where this never i

What social media means to me and the impact of the society

I was born in the 80s and during the 90s computer Isnt really introduce us on how important computer to the society. My parents never mention about computers, during that time computer doesn't have impact to the youth. I started college in the year 2001-2002. My first subject was introduction to computer, I was amazed by how tiny is the computer screen and the fundamental of computers. We were thought the important uses of computers. After learning all the computer and internet stuff. I got to e

Idk it's my first post

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Let me show you a glimpse of my beautiful village💓

Tezzz

River and boat (you can buy this photo, contract me)

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Pure smile (you can buy this photo, contract me)

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beauty of nature click by me

Sensitive alike my heart🥹

A vintage style white flowers looks very beautiful🥹❤️

Strange beauty of nature captured by me🖤.

Would you sit there and talk about your life with me?

Flower lover, photos clicked with phone, edited by me Rza

Love/balance; art by me

To experience love one must first seek that balance between his/her masculine and ferminine nature, and this can only be attained through a deep knowledge of self.