Writer | The Kingdom of Unixploria

I AM A WRITER

Writers Create Worlds

Writing can be more beneficial than therapy. It is like pouring the contents of the heart and mind onto a piece of paper, thus relieving an aching soul.

Writing is almost a sacred ritual I must do to be a whole human being. I write down thoughts to remember, learn, and explore my inner self. I immerse myself in strange worlds while contemplating everyday life.

How do I find inspiration to write? Inspiration and motivation are not always there to keep you going. Sometimes, I have no desire or energy to write, but I write nonetheless. Dull routine and discipline are key factors here. A poor text can constantly be rewritten, but it isn't easy to revise a blank sheet. Make sure you produce something. Start somewhere; writing anything is better than writing nothing at all.

Emotion

Imagination

Mind

Story

Ode to the Book

O keeper of time, bound spine and page,
You cradle the wisdom of every age.
From whispered myths to thunderous truths,
You carry the dreams of daring youths.

In silent rows or cluttered stacks,
You wait with patience, never lax.
A flick of thumb, a breath held tight—
You bloom in candle’s golden light.

Your paper skin, your ink-stained soul,
Have stitched together hearts made whole.
You’ve sailed through wars, through peace, through fire,
And sparked the minds that dared aspire.

You speak in tongues both old and new,
Of dragons slain and skies of blue.
You teach us how to grieve, to fight,
To fall in love, to seek the light.

No screen can match your quiet grace,
No algorithm your warm embrace.
You ask for nothing but our gaze,
And gift us worlds that set ablaze.

So here’s to you, eternal friend—
May your chapters never end.
For in your lines, we find our part:
A map, a mirror, and a heart.

Ode to Unixploria

O sovereign dream, carved bold and bright,
A kingdom born of mind and might.
Not forged by war, nor claimed by sword,
But raised by thought, by pen, by word.

Within your bounds, the curious dwell,
Where stamps and songs and stories swell.
Museums bloom like gardens rare,
Each artifact a whispered prayer.

You teach that nations need not size,
To hold a throne beneath the skies.
For every flag that dares to fly
Begins with one who asks not why.

Your monarch reigns with chosen grace,
A beacon in this quiet place.
No bloodline binds, no crown coerces—
Just honor, hope, and noble verses.

Unixploria, land of lore,
You open wide imagination’s door.
A realm of values, rich and deep,
Where history wakes from gentle sleep.

So let the world take heed and see:
A micronation can still be free.
For in your scrolls and sovereign art,
You’ve built a world that speaks to heart.

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