Meet my kind

Corners, made from paper

Restrict the very purpose they were created for; liberation.

You tell me, I need to be worthy of an education to gain one?

I tell you, even the intellectual, wonder of a parallel universe

With validation sought only after death, with work praised only after there is no secondary thought to explain!

To be known, to be glorified! To this narcissistic fantasy to hit a home run

With brainwaves neglecting their own migraines.

Imagine the space you were in, was empty. Blank. Plain.

Did you? Then strike! Strike lasers with open vision, hungry, insane, fed up with soot

Can you? Blast the whole goddamned place! Create your own disaster

Do you see it now? What difference does it make?

Wipe the dust off, call white vultures to eat thy rotten meat

Raise your hands up to the sky and for once, give it all instead of taking it in.


It’s as if cannibals

Poured salt over themselves and called it quits

On this ache without a surface

‌Sun-burnt for never getting out of this shade.

Faces buried in sand, think God.

And the ones meandering, think flood.

Printing numbers, foil and scrape

To gain luck and revenge on an eye for an eye

Truth for a lie

Another warning to defy?


Dream for me a spine erect to stand firm

When devastated with permanent kings arising from temporary homes

Flung me in, shove me back, anywhere

I need no home, no hearth, no drone


‌Too distant a world

To acknowledge mystery ‌‌

Bathing in an optical spectrum

As if they were ever going to find answers

In between

Facts and figures, findings; collecting abstracts!


‌People are afraid

Of the crippled and their wrecked fame


Shattered glass

Misaligned cartridges

Or beaten chains on a bicycle

Torn bags

Their transparency

Misdirection, calls home

To disaster

Stay away

‌ ‌‌

This dust devil

Grows into a gale

Like a spasm on a broken rib

Fighting an inward war

To reveal itself

In all four elements

Water with its whirlpool, air with hurricanes

Earth embarrassed of its roots


And you thought

Earthquakes were a natural phenomena

Plate tectonics showing indignation through wrath?


Lava wants to smell wildfires, meet its kind

‌‌I wonder if I can ever meet my own. See myself for all I owe, and all I’m owed.

I’m on my way, I’m not too far.


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Hi. Now that you're here...let's just get this out of the way. I hadn't introduced myself in the past because when I first started this blog, I wanted it to be purely about my writing. This is not, and was never supposed to be, an anonymous blog. However, after almost a year of inactivity, I realize an 'about' section is...necessary? My name's Sadia. I live in Islamabad, Pakistan. Between uni/work/life in general, I try to take time to write. I own all content on this blog. Although, I do NOT own the images posted here, nor do I take credit for them whatsoever. I wanted to thank my visitors, for still being loyal and genuine after this long. In case you want to know more about me for whatever inexplicable reason, ask ahead and I'll get back to you! This right here, keeps me sane. You will find here, sincere thoughts mixed up with a subconscious trying to fuck it all up. I hope you understand. Love, Sadia.

24 thoughts on “Meet my kind”

  1. Nice piece of written work, i would to thank you for stopping by my blog to have a read! And also the follow, i feel that you see the world as i do, i have spent a lot of time to tell people, only to punished in many different ways…

    you following me is like a gift, which didn’t come from any god!

    Parallel universe great thought, now you need to find the doors?

    What you think about this thought; to travel through a black-hole and on the other side you space much like the same space we live in, only unique in own right, the same because the space is connected by the black-hole, otherwise different and living breathing on it’s own?

    ifinn you don’t see any reaction please e-mail;


    1. Hello, thank you for stopping by. I will definitely go through your blog once I get time.
      I think we change our perspectives of the world from time to time, it’s something we all learn to do. Nobody is bound to see it in the exact same way. What matters, I think, is trying to understand how that perception is formed and what we’re doing about it.
      In the end, point of view makes all the difference.

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      1. Yeah, some of us, look at world differently, as i look at the world through a childlike eye. i’ve been trapped at the age of eleven, however the man does come out time to time.

        i choose to play everyday, a lot of times get myself caught into something that is strange an wonderfull

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      2. Ah well that just shows that there’s beauty and good in everything if we but just pay attention to detail. It’s common to want to entertain the child within. Just keep doing what makes you happy and brings you joy.


    2. well I guess we can look at it this way, if he fks it up, then he cannot say he did not have enough time, its a second term in office!Q …just what the fk does he actually propose to do! and how will he do it if he has … proposed sohg&minet#8230; of substance that is!


    1. Thank you so much! I am glad this message meant something to you and I appreciate your kind words.
      I would love to be a part of this challenge. Thanks again for nominating me.
      Take care xx


  2. I love the Jayne & Simon wordy/prank ࠶war․! LOL!! And this series is somewhat made of awesome!sauce, and that’s just from watching 3 episodes! (Trying my best to watch it with you, since I failed in reading a chapter a day of THG, and finished it, as well as CF, now in the middle of reading Mockingjay.)

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