Baskadia

The Reflection (a short story)

I found her to find myself

LOVE ALIVE!

A poem that touches the soul, opens your eyes to what love really is and should be.

Days count in dance when you amount and glance

Amazing Poem By THE DARKEST STRANGER

The G in my Gift

It's a love poem that expresses how important a person is to you, referring to the person as a Gift. The G there is the main letter " character" because without the G you wouldn't have or find your Gift.

What do we forgot, when we found, we’re not

An amazing Rhyme Of Blog Hope You Like if yes than gift bitcoin this line was neither bought from any website nor book it's written by me

POEM

This is a poem about a woman, her beauty and stregth.

While blushing, I was rushing, with silly bonds crushing

This Is an amazing poem written by me hope you like and please tip some satoshi

Flame

The Self worth

Alone

The unfinished memories

Matters Of The Heart ❤️

This talks about feelings, actions, that affects decisions made by our heart, its also a poem to help motivate. Thanks.

LOVE ❤️

My personal opinion on what love should be or what it is. ❤️

SATURDAY

A narrative poem of how my Saturday-morning went

Wounds

A game that starts

SECRET ADMIRER

In the shadows I lay Away from the sun's ray Watching your every move Analyzing your mistakes Like I'm cursed I can't stop Even at night I'm awake Still I find it all amusing Because deep down, it's what I desire I'm your secret admirer Glued to your every action I've been doing this my entire life It's now my life's passion You took away my boredom Yet unaware of my existence If I ever get the chance to repay I shall do so without delay

Breath

One of the poems from my book of poetry ‘Journey to Self’ available on Amazon

A Fool's Tale.

Everyone's got a Fool's Tale, it just depends on when it's told.

KESSY 🌹

A little summary about a friend of mine 😅🌹

Tears

It's unfair I can't fight you back So I just let my tears out of the dark You've just open a faucet in my eyes Letting my angriness turn into cries But man, don't you recognize I'm just now trying to be nice I can kill you with kindness When I'm in my madness Well I guess I'm a good actress So don't let me undress

Give Your Black Boy A Flower

Your black boy Is a garden of stumps, his heart is rooted out of a fertile ground for you to plant a dream on his Humus skin. he Is a machine Void of human language. He understands solely, his breath on your skin and the sweet nectar of your pineapple lips. Again, he is an illustrative painting of your dad. He watches you grow Into his arms like sweet alyssums sprouting in early winter as he lays on your flower bed nurturing his lovelessness into something. And of all that he deserves... the ros

"New God", 29.04.2022

You may think this is a mindless set of words... And I think I would agree with you😅