Baskadia

Just me

Just me I love staying indoors Listening to sad songs While I siren on the harsh words Said to my face by my so called loved ones I guess I'm but a worthless being That made my burden my skin Oh! in pains I scream Always caged in my dreams What a night mare Which led to me sweat while wearing my night ware Can I find joy? If yes, then where? I'm already addicted to this harsh sphere Till I die I guess it would be me myself and I Enjoying my funny and scary ride Living my boring life © Ojsegun

Stupidity is ME

Why do I end up being the stupid? Being hurt and left without nothing

Mr.Darkness and Me

This poem describes a boy walking in the night, he dies and go's to heaven without feeling pain or knowing that he passed on to the after life

The man in me

A poem out of inspiration to finding the man I am.

A fool like me

This poem speaks about my struggle for love, I am being treated as a fool, being mislead to being love but in the end I was not love at all

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.

Happy birthday to me

Thank you God for everything ❤️

LOVE ME FOREVER, I WILL BE WITH YOU WHENEVER

The scribbles of your name on my fleshless skull Found their way to my untamed soul There presence landed on my un beating heart You were a spirit worth the wait Funny how lack of flesh comes with no cold embraces your sockets give me the warmest stares Smiles with no lips yet am the happiest there can ever be We are not meant for their world For we hold our own Its beauty in our darkness In each others fleshless arms We dare to breath Our bones are one Our breathe is unlimited Because till dea

The Bodi (or Me’en) people

The Bodi (or Me’en) people are one of the tribes living in the Omo-Turkana Basin, in the swamps east of the Omo waterway. Bodi is the name that the government authority and foreigners use for them, however, the Bodi people call themselves the Me’en. Me’en is an encompassing clan of multiple tribes, two of which make up the Bodi. Their populace is around 10,000. Among the Me’en people, the Bodi is viewed as the nearest devotees to their ancestry through their act of pastoralism . The cows that th

The Echo Of Me

Is the person reflected in the mirror truly a version of yourself? Or are they merely a figment of your imagination? This piece touches on the subject of finding the best version of one's self in a world filled with doubt and dreams.

Let me be free

the freedom to be happy, to roam around

The broken me

When you feel love be ready to suffer, be ready to feel pain

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

Gilgit baltistan skardu

Natural and beautiful world 🌍

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...

Bring me the Goddess

I called Theia But the one who showed up was Nyx I called Euphrosyne But the one who showed up was Oizys Whom should I call? Here in the times that I'm alone I want to go back But what should I find when I returned?

****KISS ME IN THE RAIN****

Basking heart breaks

Lets Me not Be Ashame

I am not perfect But I strife to work on my defect. Like a mother hen, I protect my crown From peering eyes, praying I fall down. Their cheering are mere adulation They gaze not for admiration But for disappointment I see eyes filled with resentment Like an ant, I work diligently. Knowing, they are working tirelessly, To steal my crown and erase my name. Dear Lord, let me not be ashame. Ears earnestly waiting for my fall, Dear Lord, your name I call. They are plotting to steal my crown And see

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

You, Me, I (a letter)

A regretful fellow bloating out emotions in realization of his undying love for his ex, he’s been trying to get back to. This was the one of the letters he sent to her SETTING: Old school