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shuhada sadaqat love  you forever

PPl need to take Toni Morrison's 'no one cares about your life in writing' quote to the heart...I literally could give two shits about how hot your situationship is and how sad you are. No One Cares and there is Nothing you can do to make your personal beliefs/experiences/emotions whatever interesting if you cannot render them as universal and multifaceted. And don't forget about politics or injustices. If you forget that there will always be something larger and more scary than yourself than you will never make good art. It will always be shallow and one dimensional. Not enough people realize this and it shows because most of your writing is fucking shit.

New poetry 
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/407825039?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=EvadPendell

one day

there are few things i hate more in the world that nonsense white slave owner classical music theory

my biggest opp is the fact i never got to see stevie nicks live...

your my fav author rn love u !!

we have all fallen at a point in human history where each day must become an active and deliberate searching of our own humanity

a small token of kindness [ 01st september, 2025 — monday] 
          
          words plated in heirlooms, heavy with light,
          tinkling cuts, dazzling wounds —
          weaponry forged from childhood gloom,
          wars cradled in a mother’s stolen womb. 
          
          windmills bow above folded clothes,
          grandmother’s peach crumble cooling on the sill.
          cottages lean, tethered with ghosts —
          growth a gamble, memory the wager. 
          
          tender hearts rest in greasy hands,
          coloured proses, begotten rhyme.
          measuring the gaps of fleeting hours,
          tidy rooms against the storm of rest. 
          
          roads of chemicals, an age of hearts,
          souls displaced, refugees of home.
          effervescence rushes, skeletons mist-bound —
          a tale as old as precedents. 
          
          labyrinthine dashes, nuance permitted,
          olives of faith, olives betrayed.
          a marathon — glass slippers sublime —
          and all of life becomes a floor for dancing,
          a garden for incitement,
          a bloom pressed against time. 
           #adropofhumanity 

i think being a good lyricist is harder than being a good poet.