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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

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 

a token of kindness [ 24th august, 2025 — sunday ] 
          
          where comes the chaos? soar and sin, the culprit,
          from the lodging inns. surrendered and sought,
          beavering, bold— a little of the timid, a lot of the known. 
          
          swinging with pride, doors left unknocked,
          a guest invited under intoxication’s hold.
          forging, jeopardising, guided by homely apple-pie servings; bruised words swept beneath the rug of humility. 
          
          barks and bellows, odours, open wounds,
          entangled chairs and a single creaking move.
          whisper, then wait, tremors that carry
          a mouth of screams— beginning and dying
          in a parched throat. 
          
          kalopsia and kites— a guest like ropeburn,
          pricking like wine. mindful maps, mindless routes,
          sanctuaries like lies that bury the truth.
          shadows stumble, shoes fade—
          a blessing strikes a menace, transforming a paper cut into a prayer. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a token of kindness [ 18th july 2023 ] 
          
          insecure poems, confident aches; inspired decades yet everyday a death. stretching silences, concrete words; homes that melt and walls that echo. floating feet, rotten flowers; waves that pause in an ocean that seamlessly flows. 
          
          fluttering thoughts, fiddling feelings; coloured mouths and disappearing promises. hibernating lights and travelling darknesses; lingering lilacs and luminescent shadows. 
          
          minds of pearls, mouths of venom; do not lose by playing to their strengths. corridors of history, weaponsied love; transient nor malleable. fragile loneliness, screaming insecurities;  not every sunset has to be colourful. 
          
          sun of rain, thunders of frustration; mornings like amnesia, cloudless burdens. midday pride, repentance heavy; grief stricken victories, blackbird joys. mansions of footsteps, tears of dreams; we are all graves carrying the dying spark of life in us. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a small token of kindness [ 10th july 2023  ] 
          
          mountains and decorators, exhaustion and evil eye; surviving bones and careless finds. funeral floods and tumbling sorrows; forests and bridges of laughters and morals. feelings migrated, clouds and dresses; that which rains does not always bring about harvest. 
          
          clocks of manners, a road of residences; hearts like maples marked along fences. pictures of politeness, smiles like wounds; world a death of another, burial grounds like jasmine blooms. 
          
          mornings of questions, blurred evening attempts; youth of trial and error, life a honeycomb aged. dreams of wounds, dreams like a father's disappointment; storms like swaying birth, storms sometimes like corpses of discipline.  
          
          disassociated honour, ribbed filters; what binds is not glue, rather, mutual respect. eastern wind and crepuscular billows; howling books and silent words. the majesticness of months yet the solemnity of years; to the hearts that wriggle with pain, silence is delicate, thin ice-like elegance. 
           #adropofhumanity 

Listen up! Someone is stealing all of the books from wattpad and posting them on teenfic.net
          
          Don't believe me? 
          You can go search your username or book over there and boom, there it is 
          
          I checked myself 
          And my books have more reads there than on wattpad
          
          Sign up this petition to bring down teenfic.net 
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          For further information, check out this book
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Hey, 
          
          I am the host of Hues of Purple Contests. Sorry for hopping in your message board uninvited. Just wanted to say, if you are looking for a contest to join as a participant or a judge, slots are open. If you would like to join, here's the link -
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/275212430-hues-of-purple-contests

Hey guys, 
          Soooooo I ended up discontinuing my book 'Forever'. 
          It's cuz I wasn't satisfied with it and all. 
          So, I ended up writing the new version of the book, where it will be regarding the new ideas that I want to add. 
          Make sure to check it out 
          The prologue is already up
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/286411015

Hello to everyone who are still here and stuck with my inactive axx.
          
          Sorry for not updating or just showing that I'm alive or not. School has been a bech *mumbles* when has it not? 
          
          Anyways! Ever since school startes, everything had been hectic and I was too busy either studying, sleeping, crying, or procrastinating. So I wasn't able to say hi bye to y'all. 
          Don't worry, I was still luring in the shadows of wattpad XD 
          
          A few weeks ago, I unpublished my book 'Forevee' because I wanted to edit it and write it with the new plot I have in mind. Not new, just some changes in it. But I didn't get a chance to either even think about the book, so I never really started editing it. 
          
          Alas, I published it once more today with the intention of continuing it from where I had left off. Do check out the new update there. It's not long. I won't be able to do frequent updates but I will try my best to write at least one chapter in a month. Yes, that's how bad it has gotten. With studies plus writer's block and no inspiration, it sucks. 
          
          So yeah, I hope y'all didn't forget I existed. Take care of yourself, stay safe and don't let this pandemic kick yo axx. 
          
          ~Zee

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