I am so very pathetically done with people. Life is very much poetically hellish.
Bending me down is this unbearable weight of life. I am so very pathetically done with people. This life is very much poetically hellish.
Letters Unsent
Letters Unsent is a collection of reflections and musings—thoughts I often write as letters to myself or to an imagined world. These words remain unsent, holding emotions and ideas meant for deeper reflection, waiting to be shared with those who pause to listen.
You just exist in my mind; you just chair my heart
I think about you when I am alone. I think about you when I am surrounded by people. I think about you despite everything and anything.
People think I am an ocean, but I am not.
People think I am an ocean, but I am literally a puddle. Just a puddle. Sadia Hakim
(A south asian English author and poet in confessional genre)
Hell is our skin and we eat fire. Sadia Hakim
Hell is our skin and we eat fire.We are the curse. We are the rot. We are the saints of the pit. Sadia Hakim Poetry
Show genuine people your filth so they stay.
Show genuine people your filth so they stay. Show fake ones your whimsy so they run. Sadia Hakim
For you, I will learn a hundred thousand languages.
For you, I will learn a hundred thousand languages. Sadia Hakim Poetry
We want people to choose us over everything and everyone
We want people to choose us over everything and everyone. How funny and heartbreaking it is.
I feed them my rot until they can no longer swallow
When someone particular who checks certain boxes shows curiosity in my life and thoughts, I strangle their throats.
What kind of partner do I need?
The one who can talk about politics one moment and the sunset the next. With whom difficult conversations don’t result in attacks and disappointments. With whom I can grow spiritually, intellectually, emotionally, financially, and humanly. With whom it is as easy to talk about the filth of this world as it is about memes, jokes, […]