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A Wall of Debris

In the distance,
a wall of debris.
Cold, damp, sunless,
forgotten, even.
An ode to all the
undiscovered words,
misplaced souls,
deceased dreams–
Those arrested in
eternal winter.

How many have given up their lives due to the carelessness of others?
Aren’t we all just living some variation of the same story?
Why is it so easy to divide, judge, negatively compartmentalize?
Let us always remember each other’s humanness.
Then, maybe we will finally understand what it means to empathize.

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Created in light of recent events that have occurred overseas in Syria. Please pray for these people and send them positive vibes/energy. THANK YOU GENRE FOR SPREADING AWARENESS!

“Lets put everything into perspective….

Warfare is a way of life

Like waking in the morning

To raid the dresser

Or waking in the middle of the night

To hellfire and airstrikes

Constantly living under pressure


Are you stressed from everyday pressures

Imagine the pressures that they face

Wondering if their families will survive another night

Their fears like refugees

Unable to stay in place


I’m ignorant 

I’m in my bubble

Off to work I go 

Encased by the false projections

That the media wants us to know 


Meanwhile someone is trapped inside the rubble 

Surrounded by destruction and death

Chemicals attaching to skin and bone

Count your blessings

It’s all we have left”


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Antiwar Art on the Streets of Berlin

In 1961, the conquering Soviet army built a concrete wall 140km long, dividing Berlin into two factions. German families were separated and hundreds of defectors were shot on sight as they tried to escape East Berlin and the communist government of the USSR.

In 1987, David Bowie traveled to the Berlin Wall for a concert attended by thousands of people on each side of the wall. This taste of Western freedoms and music sparked riots in East Berlin and an anti-Soviet sentiment began to surge. In 1988, Bruce Springsteen performed in East Berlin, further inspiring the East German people to protest their confinement.

November 9, 1989, the Berlin wall finally fell, uniting Berlin and Germany for the first time in almost 30 years.

Did art fell the wall? The German Foreign Office thinks so. When David Bowie died in 2016, they tweeted “Good-bye, David Bowie. You are now among #Heroes. Thank you for helping to bring down the #wall.”

War and oppression cannot win while artists protest. Art matters. Believe that.

And believe this also:

Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.

– George Santayana

View video for Berlin Antiwar Art below.

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“Brave” by Jennifer Cosby

Yesterday, I found one small shred of will power held captive in my back pocket.

It was whittled down to an unrecognizable pill, that I swallowed and let run its course through my system.

Like Alice, my confidence grew.
Thoughts, once cloudy, began to shine through.

Mending what I believed to be broken.

You can stand tall without armor,
but wars cannot be won without backbones.

You are the only one who has to fight
–for you.

All your energy spent with the wrong obsession brought you to the right place.

At the right time.

Trust in the redirection.
Break ties with your trepidation.
Walk forward expectantly.
Your heart is an adaptable muscle.

Strengthen it, accordingly.

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Forgotten People

Walking through the ashes of what used to be lives
Not a person alive in sight
They fought this fight every day
Now they’ve gone away years before their time
Committed no crime but living
Cried cries that will never be heard
Can you hear that sound?
Can you see that person begging?
Can you feel their pain?
Continue reading Forgotten People

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Everyday, we are given the opportunity to bloom with every gifted breath that we take. We get to change ourselves. We get to change the things that we do not like and that is within our control.

Our bodies become as sacred as a plant. Our limbs, the leaves often get snagged off in the process. Sometimes being ripped apart from bites delivered by those close. But, when our old decays, and transformation begins, we wither like the petals, wilting with such drooping grace to allow something new to bait the world.

Everyday, we are gifted with the opportunity to turn our lives around. Do not waste each breath on trivialities and do not let each tatter and tear to render you lifeless.

Our bloom is the sun for our cries.

Written by: Soshinie Singh

Author of The Phoenix Letters and The Mist Calling