GeniusGamerAM

All my active followers, please assemble down here.

GeniusGamerAM

All my active followers, please assemble down here.

Twilight_Ethereal

heyeyeyeyeyyeyeyyyy

GeniusGamerAM

@Twilight_Ethereal But yeah, I'm doing good, what bout you
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Twilight_Ethereal

@GeniusGamerAM hru??????? (if u forgot, i'm the teen who used to chat with u on insta)
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adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [ 17th september 2025, wednesday ] 
          
          broken fury, dead incitement, delirium stitched in emotions. yearning winds, fanning destructions, branches that bury their homelands. 
          
          systemic disorientations, horrors owed to joys that bleed. mysterious differences, confusions constructed, alarms that ring but souls that refuse to awaken. 
          
          blaring conquerors, forgotten tunnels, coffee cooling beside unmade dread. thrumming fingertips, raging purposes, metamorphosis: humans crawling, carrying everyday banters. 
          
          the sun with a thousand eyes, the night with hidden crimes, feathers drowned in poet's ink. sorrows of lyrics, wings lost in the blue, life that feeds one melancholy, souls distilling it into hope. 
           #adropofhumanity

malachi_malachite

yooo haii been a while since i got here-
          was wondering if ya joining shortys-

malachi_malachite

@GeniusGamerAM actually its more related to.. showing how survival of the fittest category is also a weak category ; and how the weakest category still having fit traits -- thereby all being already equal
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malachi_malachite

@GeniusGamerAM a revolution that is subtle and protest free
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GeniusGamerAM

@malachi_malachite is it leaning more towards revolution?
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adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [ 01st september, 2025 — monday] 
          
          words plated in heirlooms, heavy with light,
          tinkling cuts, dazzling wounds —
          weaponry forged from childhood gloom,
          wars cradled in a mother’s stolen womb. 
          
          windmills bow above folded clothes,
          grandmother’s peach crumble cooling on the sill.
          cottages lean, tethered with ghosts —
          growth a gamble, memory the wager. 
          
          tender hearts rest in greasy hands,
          coloured proses, begotten rhyme.
          measuring the gaps of fleeting hours,
          tidy rooms against the storm of rest. 
          
          roads of chemicals, an age of hearts,
          souls displaced, refugees of home.
          effervescence rushes, skeletons mist-bound —
          a tale as old as precedents. 
          
          labyrinthine dashes, nuance permitted,
          olives of faith, olives betrayed.
          a marathon — glass slippers sublime —
          and all of life becomes a floor for dancing,
          a garden for incitement,
          a bloom pressed against time. 
           #adropofhumanity