I am a neurodivergent and introverted poet from Alpha Centauri currently touring your Solar System. Yes, I am an alien. Be my reader at your human risk.
People were never my need. Perspectives were. Hearts were. Souls were. People beyond people were. I always enjoyed people I could unapologetically be my true self with. I always had a desire for someone to be safe being human with. I always had the search going on for personalities that were not only intellectually but […]
A society that does not think for itself is already dead. But what is worse than death? A corpse that still pretends to breathe.
I think that’s the problem. Either I love too much or not at all. Either I enjoy your company or feel disgusted by every moment. I live to the extremes. I think that’s the problem. Either I dream too much or not at all. Either I crave the silence or drown in the noise. Either […]
If I am visible, why do they treat me like a ghost? And if I am invisible, then why does this mirror reflect the light scattered by my silhouette? Even a mirror acknowledges my presence but people won’t. — Sadia Hakim // Letters Unsent Read, I am a black butterfly poem, here.
I wasn’t a terrifying monster—until life pressed me into its darkness and made me one. Perhaps that’s how the universe shapes its creations—under pressure.
Should we,Should we,Should we,Should,Should,We— Die together? Should weMelt into stars?Should weBecome poems?Should weBreak into constellations?Should weFold into forever?Should weLet time blur our names? Should weTangle in the spaces between?Should weBe the hush before dawn? Should weForget where you end, where I begin?Should weBe nothing—And everything—All at once? Should weDefy quantum physics?By going beyond bodies,By merging […]
Leprosy does not kill quickly. It erodes. It eats away until nothing remains but a hollow shell, a ghost of what once was. And so does moral decay.
Pain is the only proof that we are still human. To feel is to survive; to ache is to be alive.
Scientists—they forget to derive the equation of love. Equation of love by sadia hakim — derivation poem beyond space, science and metaphors
When you have shared your world, cut open with someone, a desire is born—a desire to see their souls, to touch their hearts by sadia hakim