Lostwriter_1

✨ HAII HICCUPS ✨
          
          First of all, I'm so sorry for disappearing and leaving such a huge mess behind 
          
          I recently reported back to school and, unfortunately, the school almost got burned down to crisps  so we were sent back home. As dramatic as that sounds, it somehow happened ✋
          
          Now, can we talk about the state of this book for a second? What do you mean the "Introduction" chapter is after five to six poems?? ⁉️ The chapters have completely gone haywire, and I have no idea how that happened.
          
          To make matters worse, Wattpad decided my book was "Mature" for reasons only Wattpad understands ‍♀️. I have already contacted them regarding the issue, and I won't rest until it's fixed. Hopefully, they'll sort it out soon because what is actually going on over there? 
          
          Anyways, enough of my suffering.
          
          I hope you've all been doing well and taking care of yourselves 
          
          Happy birthday to everyone who celebrated their birthday from 01.02.2025 up until today, and especially anyone celebrating today, 03.06.2025 
          
          Also, Happy:
           Valentine's Day
           Ramadan & Eid celebrations
          ✝️ Easter
           Mother's Day
           Madaraka Day to my fellow Kenyans
          ✨ and every beautiful occasion I may have forgotten along the way 
          
          BIG ANNOUNCEMENT ✨
          
          I finally opened an Instagram account dedicated entirely to poetry, late-night thoughts, random mind madness, and everything in between ✍
          
          If you'd like to support me, please check it out, follow, share it with your friends, your cousins, your neighbours, your neighbour's dog—everybody ✋
          
           Instagram:
          @thelostwriter.sdiary._
          
          Every follow, share, comment, and interaction means the world to me 
          
          Thank you for sticking around despite my chaotic posting schedule and disappearing acts . I appreciate every single one of you.
          
          Stay safe.
          Stay hydrated.
          Stay iconic.
          
          -Kendra ♡

Hii hiccups ✨
          
          It’s been a while righttt?  I missed hearing from y’all fr, but I’ve been juggling school stuff  + being a lil sick  so I could barely come on here and say hiiii.
          
          To anyone celebrating their birthday today 13.04.26 or from 01.02.26 up to today — HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVESSS  may life kiss your forehead gently this year 
          
          And happy belated celebrations to everyone who observed special holidays these past months ✨
           Happy Easter to Christians ✝️
           Happy Ramadan & Eid to Muslims ☪️
           Happy Maha Shivaratri / Holi to Hindus
           Happy celebrations and blessings to everyone else who marked sacred days during this season 
          
          Anywaysss… it is deeply unfortunate to see my book reads decreasing like whyyyy??  what happened babes? Did we lose the plot? 
          
          Please preach my book to your friends, cousins, enemies, neighbours, teachers, cats, everybodyyy ️ help me reach my goal of 10k reads before the book reaches its full stop ✨
          
          So from today till the 30th, I’ll be polishing the book up — fixing errors, making things cute, sharpening lines etc etc  BUTTT don’t worry, I’ll still be posting poems regularly 
          
          My official posting days are now:
          ☀️ Sunday
           Wednesday
          ⭐ Saturday
          
          So stay tuneddd ✨
          
          Anyways thank you for being here and stuff  love love LOVEEE youuuu 
          
          -Kendra 

Hello! Congratulations on your book! Would you be interested in v4v?
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/256597961?

Hi, dear poet 
          I went through your book, and in such a short time, I became a big fan!
          And the last poem, JEALOUS GIRL — uff, too good, too real!
          I loved each and every one of your pieces 
          I’m new to Wattpad, and I also write poetry in Hindi, Urdu, and English.
          You may check out my poems and connect with me if you like.
          And if not, that’s totally fine — I already love your work so much 

Hello,
          
          I’ve just published a new poem entitled “The Angel Who Delivered Man from the Island of His Solitude.”  
          I truly believe it might resonate with you.
          
          It is a deeply reflective piece that explores human loneliness and the encounter between shadow and light.
          
          I’m sharing the link below in case you’d like to discover it:
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/409005467?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=LePhilosophedeLombre

Your style is great and I like it I hope you add more parts

Hi hiccups!
          I’m back temporarily, but I’ll be leaving in less than a week.
          Thank you so much for still reading my book even though I haven’t been active — it honestly means the world to me 
          Happy late Valentine’s Day, loves! May your hearts be full of sweet little moments, soft smiles, stolen glances, and the kind of love that lingers in your chest like a favourite song 
          And to anyone celebrating their birthday today, 25.02.26, or from 01.02.26 up to today — happy birthday or belated birthday! May your year be full of laughter, mischief, and little sparks that make life magical ✨
          The book is almost coming to an end… Once it does, I’ll polish all the mistakes because right now, I’m super busy with school 
          Thank you for all your sweet comments, love, and support — it really keeps me going ❤️
          -Kendra.

Hii hiccups✌
          ✨1,000 reads…can you believe it?✨ To everyone who paused, lingered, laughed, cried, or just skimmed through my chaotic words—thank you. Every view, every clap, every heart you left behind isn’t just a number—it’s a piece of this little universe I built with ink and emotion. You made my poems breathe, my thoughts dance, and my wildest imaginings feel seen. Here’s to every messy line, every raw feeling, every late-night scribble…because without you, this wouldn’t even exist. You’re not just readers—you’re co-conspirators in my madness. 
          ~Kendra✌

✨ New Year, New Pages ✨
          Hi my hiccups 
          As this year begins, I just want to say thank you.
          Thank you for reading my words, for holding my stories gently, for letting my feelings feel like they belong somewhere. This book has been my home, my mirror, my confession and my healing — and you’re a part of that now.
          This year will look a little different for me.
          I’ll be in boarding school, so I won’t be very active here… but the book will keep breathing.
          Chapters will still be posted regularly through autopost — the story won’t stop even when I’m quiet.
          Think of it as my voice reaching you even when I’m away 
          I’m stepping into this year with soft courage, messy hope, and a heart full of words I haven’t written yet.
          Stay with me.
          Grow with me.
          Let’s see where these pages take us.
          With love & ink,
          Kendra ️

MY POETRY MANIFESTO
          I write because silence was never gentle with me.
          I write because my body learned language before safety.
          I refuse to make pain pretty for comfort.
          I refuse to soften truth so it can be swallowed easier.
          My poems are not written to be liked —
          they are written to be felt.
          I will speak of girlhood as it was:
          watched, taken, congratulated, blamed.
          I will use religion not as obedience
          but as metaphor,
          because even superior beings must answer questions.
          I will write love that never touched me,
          because longing still leaves fingerprints.
          I will repeat myself when the world pretends it forgot.
          I will name what others bury.
          My poetry is not healing —
          it is evidence.
          And if my words make you uncomfortable,
          remember:
          they were born from something far worse.