Baskadia

The Tattoo On My Ring Finger (Inspired from TXT's Song)

020 Together, we bought that shiny ring, our promises and dreams, on this piece of metal cling. The smiles and laughter that we shared, the warmth of your kisses and hugs are now lost in the maze's dead-end. Your traces are gone, vanished without a trace. All that's left is this mark on my ring finger that I always caressed. Your place beside the bed feels cold, I'm missing your smell, my life feels void. The tattoo on my ring finger is now a memory, a memory where you are mine in my every day.

CRAVING FOR MY EX 😭

About love ❤️

THE MOON'S REFLECTION

022 The mood above is as calm as always, the exact opposite of my heart's beatings. Its reflections on the clear waters make me feel closer to its bench, so close and just within my reach. And yet, it was far and beyond me, too far and impossible to hold his regime. I loved the moon, the calm and serene moon. But it was too much, too deep for me to atone. It would always belong somewhere, somewhere only the likes of it can enter. And I would just continue to look up at its supremity, ignoring th

Live

We may not have the time we think we have.

Behind My Pillow

My world is peace My world is harmony My world is growth My world is joy My world is love My world is the future My world is my dream. Freedom comes after You find what enslaved you. In a realm of no pain Only inner peace That clover around your imagination Back to present Stained mud imitates blood Role play is left Unattended to, TV's no Longer have a function The movie is right in front of your pupil For now the apocalypse Has not yet come. Back to my pillow In nights of after Struggled days,

The emptiness within me

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

The day after tomorrow.

Through this day, you absconded with my heart. Tearing me slowly apart, with your eyes trembling, and ready to let me go. And I, always ready. Waiting for you to revert to someone who you was. Today you said goodbye, but still my arms are open for you. Let me remind you the things that we have done together. Those nights that was deleterious for me to face, you protected me. Those days when I was facing dilemmas, you solved it for me. At times that I was facing almost my death, you tried to make

Exploration

Wild dreams Busting bubbles Mind filled with movie fantasies Opening doors towards the impossible I called her insane Yet she said deep within lies a fairy Who still believes in miracles Wants to explore the galaxy Marvel at the blue sunset of mars Visit the most serene gardens on Earth And wander a little further beyond the milky way Go a little bit too close to a black hole horizon Crashland into an alien planet Find a star shining brighter than sirius And maybe one day travel through parallel

Strife and Harmony

STIFE AND HARMONY Hardship and amicability, two powers of life A ceaseless fight, a steady hardship One brings turmoil, the other harmony One destroys, the other can ease Struggle, the severe taste of agony A power that can make us crazy It comes in many structures and tones From trivial battles to worldwide news On occasion it seems like difficulty will rule And all around is harmed and torment Be that as it may, in the midst of the turmoil and the battle There's generally a flash of light For

A letter from the heart

A LETTER FROM THE HEART Dear Lover, To think just a few minutes ago, I didn't have the strength to write to you, but thinking about you makes me want to write..... Before we proceed, I want you to know that these are words I have always wanted to tell you..... Come closer, what I am about to say is private... Shhhh You know... I miss you so deeply that, every thought of you feels me with sweet emotions... You know... I love it when you call my name... oh, what I would give to hear you whisper it

PLANTATION

We all want to bloom and bear fruits, but we originate from different seeds and the conditions of our plantation differ. Some were planted for commercial purposes where their success is guarantee because they are being planted on optimal condition. Some were planted by mistake but they will survive because they are at right conditions. They enjoy the privilege of the soil they have fall on. Some were planted at wrong conditions by mistake but their farmers are doing the lot for them to survive g

Incarcerated

The poem is about being afraid to be who i am because of the hatred and Rejection i will face if i don’t live to society's expectations of living.

Man and Dream

In the wide world, man walks, A heart full of dreams, hope ahead. Search for the meaning of life footprints in the sands of time Among the stars, the soul flies freely. Full of emotion joyful and also sad Humans dance on the stage of life. In a branching story they search for meaning Engraving traces of the story in the eternal destiny sheet. From stardust born man shines brightly But also vulnerable to the darkness that comes. Reaching for the stars, stringing dreams in the sky, Human, you are

The Other Man's Tragedy

A page from The Songs Of The Other Man from Songs of Lexicon.

Courage

Being patience in life will lead to success by taking the bold step of having a courageous mindset

Love

This is to my love

He would be the Satan

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Dry Land

If there was a someone, An island upon which to rest, I'd beach myself so gladly, From this ocean I detest, Be my refuge from the tides, They drag me under often, I wish to wake upon dry land, Marooned at daylight's dawning. If your arms are my salvation, I'll shipwreck this drowning heart, Be glad to wade through waves, To make a brand new start, There has to be a sand bar, Upon which I'll stand and view, Much better things to come, I only pray those things mean you.

"WHEN THE NIGHT DIES" (A Short Poem by ALEX O'BOR)

From dusks till dawns The sunrise and the sun dies Everyday is smiles and frowns Time flies, Life dies and phoenix rise WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll wake-up and then embrace my labour suits Lace-up my touring boots And walk-up my paths on the soily sunny miles WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll walk my dreams in due times I'll make haste whilest the sun shines And drink life from the pool niles WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll sing hosana hosana to the deity I'll recite my psalm-ons, for i am awake Because maybe some

Vengeful Flames

Burning bright with fury and hate, Revenge consumes me, it's my fate. I'll make them pay for what they've done, My anger rises like the sun. I'll plot and plan, I'll bide my time, Until the moment is just right. Then I'll strike with all my might, And watch them suffer in my sight. No mercy will I show to those, Who wronged me and caused my woes. Their pain will be my sweetest pleasure, As I exact my vengeful measure. But as the flames of revenge die down, I'll be left with nothing but a frown.