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Peace-bleeding by @ziziws

“When injustice becomes law, resistance becomes duty.” Thomas Jefferson

This quote comes into my life at a turning point, when everything I once took for granted is challenged in the face of a corrupting force, and I couldn’t help being captivated by the pressure those words are having on my…

Digital art by ziziws

When this coup happened, a lot of people especially the young generation started the spring revolution, risking their life for a future they desire. But there are also groups of people who disregard the severity of the situation and discourage the movement. Their usual phrase would be “Don’t be stupid…

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A land of harvest pride bruised with the weight of the guilty and the wretches.
Faith, it digested the strains on the flesh of a soulless body, eyes swollen like a distant northern star.
There were prayers of hope in the forth calling of their last breath.
It was easy…

He spoke with a shallow tune, that voice of an old friend dreaming century long.
Those were the days when flowers cornered at the darkest future, betting wishes with dying color.

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I still remembered his voice,
It flowed tragic, surfacing nostalgic stories to the sensitive ears and imaginative eyes.
Such intensity baring…

Why would you choose to go?

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She is a product of a greedy society,
Censored from choices of free will.
Someone who lived between the impulses of the eyes,
Nodding with anxiety at orders exaggerated by competition of pride.

He is a timid walk away to all,
Yet an explorer to none.
Someone who needs to…

We were all we have. You were all my feelings, packed survive.

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You swayed like you were verging on the lane of mental deprival. It seemed like you had never lived your life. The pain scorched with a spark of unrecognizable sense you had never felt before.

This horror tripped…

On the rigid lines of emotional clarity,
It was your voice my darkness woke up to.

Behind many bars of unrecognizable faces,
I stood in the shelve piled with my own regrets.

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Such was the survival in the worn out world,
where weapons were used to harvest human’s failure.



Aspiring writer & digital artist. Write prose and embed emotion in between vividly dark beautiful lines. Finding ways to connect with the wounded hearts.

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