Blessing Anastasia Abaka
Biography of Blessing Anastasia Abaka
I'm a writer, school in Nigeria. I write with the passion of my ink. I keep smiling bcos d lord is my father.. I DREAM, WRITE AND LIVE with my ink.
# A Poetess, writer & a SIGNATURE.
Blessing Anastasia Abaka Poems
Golden Black (The Symbol Of Originality)
The golden black of unity, that cascade upon my deep stress. ' Who said black is not golden' 'Who said black is not dignity' 'Who said blacks are not determined'
A Broken Heart
A cheerful heart, what happen to it? Does it break like a glass or does it cut off like a tree, Does it smell like a rotten egg or does it fall like the snow.
Follow Your Dreams
'Follow your dreams because it will lead you to greatness' Go confidently in the direction of your dreams Live the life you have imagined Reach high,
Your Words, You Mind, Your Soul
Words are powerful motivators We can use them to curse or bless others, Encourage or discourage, inspire or belittle
Mother Nature gives each age its own special horror. Death never comes at the right time, It always comes like a thief. All who are born die,
I'M Not Your Prisoner
Under your domain to thy i cried for safety. U hold me caption with your powerful passion of dark love. I felt lonely, though you stood beside me. I gave you my heart, you isolate it from your heart
Anastasia The Lily Of Love
Anastasia, the heart of the cheerful Numb by the velvety echoe of the singing bird Amtsy by the sound, she ran to the mountain She stuns with the spasm of love
The five letters, one word yet prescind the love from the beloved Death keep you empty and filled you with a vacuum
What indeed can an emperor wins? Lands, horses, wealth, pride? To be an emperor, a great emperor It takes thou to kill.
The Magic Pen
seeking for the answer of magic pen i was drone in d shadow of icy water search for my way out i was lost in the magic world
He is the music lords, And valley of rhymes. A Bibliophile, and the dreamers of dreams Under his care are embellish of caucus.
Life is Perpetual, even after death. On the voyage to my castle, An idyllic thrive strive through my mind strength. A tale of life after death battle
Warriors wake up! It's time for the battle. Refill your ink, clear the desk Dusk your notebooks and textbook.
The Travelled Heart
Traveling to the land of the titanic, Dreamt of love of the fairy, That cascade upon my icy of eve. Loving but not living,
Mother Nature gives each age its own special horror.
Death never comes at the right time,
It always comes like a thief.
All who are born die,
All who die will be reborn.
All of live is nothing more than a motion picture
Projected into a vase screen.
Life is not a curse,
Life is a song.