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@zariazimi.bsky.social
Truth – Imagination – Life
Current Role:
• Lead Writer
• Lore Master
• Character Development
Looking for a second job.
Current Role:
• Lead Writer
• Lore Master
• Character Development
Looking for a second job.
October 18, 2025 at 5:17 PM
October 6, 2025 at 12:29 AM
I give up —
to reach forgiveness from the Haters.
From the very first day,
all were on the wrong path,
As was I.
It wasn’t my door!
For I have no home.
Never less, never more,
to reach forgiveness from the Haters.
From the very first day,
all were on the wrong path,
As was I.
It wasn’t my door!
For I have no home.
Never less, never more,
October 5, 2025 at 12:40 AM
I give up —
to reach forgiveness from the Haters.
From the very first day,
all were on the wrong path,
As was I.
It wasn’t my door!
For I have no home.
Never less, never more,
to reach forgiveness from the Haters.
From the very first day,
all were on the wrong path,
As was I.
It wasn’t my door!
For I have no home.
Never less, never more,
“No one can make a change anymore.”
happened what shouldn't have happened.
#art #artsky #painting #painter #blueskyart
happened what shouldn't have happened.
#art #artsky #painting #painter #blueskyart
September 23, 2025 at 5:02 PM
“No one can make a change anymore.”
happened what shouldn't have happened.
#art #artsky #painting #painter #blueskyart
happened what shouldn't have happened.
#art #artsky #painting #painter #blueskyart
September 22, 2025 at 5:54 PM
2_ Resigned
She was forty-five.
She woke up. Same daily mistake — again.
As on the first day — same cut, same burn.
The pain never softened.
Feeling powerless, she made a choice.
It felt out of my hands.
I have to accept what is.
No peace required.
#BlueskyPoets #WordedArt #ArtOfWords #vss365
She was forty-five.
She woke up. Same daily mistake — again.
As on the first day — same cut, same burn.
The pain never softened.
Feeling powerless, she made a choice.
It felt out of my hands.
I have to accept what is.
No peace required.
#BlueskyPoets #WordedArt #ArtOfWords #vss365
July 13, 2025 at 3:07 PM
2_ Resigned
She was forty-five.
She woke up. Same daily mistake — again.
As on the first day — same cut, same burn.
The pain never softened.
Feeling powerless, she made a choice.
It felt out of my hands.
I have to accept what is.
No peace required.
#BlueskyPoets #WordedArt #ArtOfWords #vss365
She was forty-five.
She woke up. Same daily mistake — again.
As on the first day — same cut, same burn.
The pain never softened.
Feeling powerless, she made a choice.
It felt out of my hands.
I have to accept what is.
No peace required.
#BlueskyPoets #WordedArt #ArtOfWords #vss365
**1. First Lesson**
“What about me?” said the green, cheerfully.
The baby gazelle, fallen, frail, and weak,
gazed at her mother — quiet — long
and devoured the green.
It was cool and fresh.
#BlueskyPoets #SkyPoets #WordedArt #Microstory #ArtOfWords #vss365
“What about me?” said the green, cheerfully.
The baby gazelle, fallen, frail, and weak,
gazed at her mother — quiet — long
and devoured the green.
It was cool and fresh.
#BlueskyPoets #SkyPoets #WordedArt #Microstory #ArtOfWords #vss365
July 12, 2025 at 7:13 PM
**1. First Lesson**
“What about me?” said the green, cheerfully.
The baby gazelle, fallen, frail, and weak,
gazed at her mother — quiet — long
and devoured the green.
It was cool and fresh.
#BlueskyPoets #SkyPoets #WordedArt #Microstory #ArtOfWords #vss365
“What about me?” said the green, cheerfully.
The baby gazelle, fallen, frail, and weak,
gazed at her mother — quiet — long
and devoured the green.
It was cool and fresh.
#BlueskyPoets #SkyPoets #WordedArt #Microstory #ArtOfWords #vss365
July 12, 2025 at 4:55 PM
