Baskadia

Me in toon

me, my storybook, and the mountain view

i like mountains, i like writing and i like coffee, light a cigarette, enjoy the atmosphere and the weather

The emptiness within me

This poem is written by Jonathan J. Smith from England. Poet's photo is attached with the poem. 🔥

The new me

Never be hard on yourself.😊

Captured by me Quote from one of my fav books It ends with us ✨

" Why can't you forget me? "

" Is it hard for you to forget someone? " My friend asked suddenly. Sighs and look at the clear skies. " Just like that clear blue skies, that someone is everywhere. " I replied and lay on the  grass while cold air touches my tanned skin. "Oh? I see. That explains why I'm still here. "

MOuntain views and Me

I VISIT TO THE NEAR MOUNTAIN AND THUS I CAPTURED THESE MOUNTAINS PHOTO

Save Me

Standing firm in the mirror, I saw reflection of a failure. Darkness totally embraces me, Locked as a prisoner who can't escape. Please save me, Loneliness is slowly killing me. Nobody knows what I'm going through, Or even my existence, you have no clue. Rope, Poison, Knife. I am deciding how to end my life. Maybe one day, if I vanish, That's when you'll notice my presence. Please save me, I'm drowning in a sea of melancholy. Completely numb from endless pain, Totally tired from hidin' and cryin

It's Me

Nature and me

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

The Summer Vacation That Destroyed Me

Gloria I cruised up a hill, pressing the gas a little harder as I glanced at the clock on the dash, less than half an hour, and I’d be there. As I hit the peak of the rolling hill and picked up speed on the other side, I shifted my foot to the brake to slow my descent, but the pedal felt… squishy. The resistance that was usually there had disappeared and the car didn’t slow. I pressed the brake harder, slamming my foot against the useless pedal as adrenaline flashed through me like a bomb explod

JOURNAL OF A WHORE

It was on a bright weekend early afternoon. As I remained there ringing the doorbell tenderly, somebody pulled my pants. "Mom, mom, convey me." Cried a minuscule sharp voice. I really wanted no heavenly messenger to let me know what its identity was. Obviously, it was the voice of my three years of age little girl. If by some stroke of good luck she knew how chaotic it was lifting her up as she had put on a ton of weight as of late. Perhaps more than her age mates however at that point, a mother's affection wouldn't allow me to overlook the little one, regardless of whether I needed to. "Great sky," I murmured, feigned exacerbation, and scooped her up in my arms.

The tree

Inspired by the tree in my compound 😆

DARK HOUR

A stound of loneliness Filled with silence Gazing at the unseen shadows Silent as a wind. A period of breakdown, Time of comfort, Moment of hopelessness And hour of resilience. It's like a season, The most silent of all When one gets to reason. It is the DARK HOUR

Love poem in ancient arabic. By me🥰

Love poem

Let Me In Leiley

The poem is about revealing our authentic fronts and pain to those who care, or taking a torn heart to a tailor of hearts for amendment.

LOVE ME BACK

I keep dreaming of you I wish these dreams come true Stalking you secretly day by day You're pictures and voice is all I meditate My heart that was frozen can beat again I'm falling for you body and soul I hope you feel the same even for a day I'll forever watch you like the night's owl Catch me before I break Lead me on the right track My love is not fake I wish you will love me back Let us dance to love's tunes Love that flows from the heart This love will feel so good If only you will love me

You don't love me

I always end up on the losing end of the story

poem

poems for mother