Submissions by Bashilona
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Words are my knife to kill the goodness in me.
SELF POEM
Published
31st Jan 2018 7:56am
31st Jan 2018 7:56am
Hate and adoration
when i was five years old,
my parents taught me the importance of daily nutrients.
my innocent self doesn't knew that i was very lenient.
when i was 10 years old
my friends taught me that grades are the basis of intelligence.
i didn't know that i am already acting with prudence.
when i was 15 years old
my classmates taught me that relationship is a must
not knowing that its equal to breaking someone's trust.
when i was 20 years old
strangers taught me that life is a bitch.
now i see myself standing with own flaw and doesn't give a care...
my parents taught me the importance of daily nutrients.
my innocent self doesn't knew that i was very lenient.
when i was 10 years old
my friends taught me that grades are the basis of intelligence.
i didn't know that i am already acting with prudence.
when i was 15 years old
my classmates taught me that relationship is a must
not knowing that its equal to breaking someone's trust.
when i was 20 years old
strangers taught me that life is a bitch.
now i see myself standing with own flaw and doesn't give a care...
#LifeStruggles
#SelfWorth
460 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Jan 2018 7:37am
31st Jan 2018 7:37am
beside me...
beside me, is the girl i want to marry.
beside me, was the girl who gives me the light behind my dark past.
beside me, sitting the person who show me what is reality.
and that is not to dwell on my lustful dream that i kindled to much,
because like an asymptotic love story,
she just always beside me,
and not for me.
beside me, was the girl who gives me the light behind my dark past.
beside me, sitting the person who show me what is reality.
and that is not to dwell on my lustful dream that i kindled to much,
because like an asymptotic love story,
she just always beside me,
and not for me.
#love
#erotic
#myself
#dirty
#crush
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jan 2018 9:10am
8th Jan 2018 9:10am
I love her
I love how her lips curved into smile when tears are flowing in her eyes.
I love how her teeth bite her own lips when saying a word she always compromise.
I love how her brows knitted when she's angry at me.
I love how her head turned as she mocked at me like I'm reckless happy.
I love how her knees turns into jelly as she clang to me the moment she was scared at something.
I love how hot her tears are when she's getting cold in the midnight.
I love how cold her palms are when she's hyperventilating last Friday night.
I love how broad her back is as she...
I love how her teeth bite her own lips when saying a word she always compromise.
I love how her brows knitted when she's angry at me.
I love how her head turned as she mocked at me like I'm reckless happy.
I love how her knees turns into jelly as she clang to me the moment she was scared at something.
I love how hot her tears are when she's getting cold in the midnight.
I love how cold her palms are when she's hyperventilating last Friday night.
I love how broad her back is as she...
#PopCulture
694 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Dec 2017 2:59pm
13th Dec 2017 2:59pm
Buzz
Noises. Noises. Noises
She was the one who made that noises.
Now, her ears are filled by noises.
Not coming from her.
Coming from the thoughts she ought to listen.
She was the one who made that noises.
Now, her ears are filled by noises.
Not coming from her.
Coming from the thoughts she ought to listen.
#PopCulture
369 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Dec 2017 2:50pm
13th Dec 2017 2:50pm
Sun
behind the bars of clouds
a sun was imprisoned.
-Sun
a sun was imprisoned.
-Sun
#sun
#clouds
392 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
16th Nov 2017 3:51am
16th Nov 2017 3:51am
Once
Once, there was a smiling and bubbly girl who takes everything positively.
Now, there's this girl who look at the ceiling and calculate the feeling of hanging.
Now, there's this girl who look at the ceiling and calculate the feeling of hanging.
#sadness
#dark
558 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
16th Nov 2017 3:36am
16th Nov 2017 3:36am
I met death
I met death when I was breathing under my mothers womb, fighting for life and death.
Then I started to appreciate life when I saw myself dying.
Then I started to appreciate life when I saw myself dying.
#PopCulture
463 reads
1 Comment
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