#As_hannah_thinks

29 May 2026 18:55

[ Liturgies of becoming ]


May

May be
Probably
Possibly
Patron saint of almost

All-most
Still
Some left

May-be-er
I wonder
What would have been
of us

May came and went silently
It didn't "be"

Another year
Another May
Another Maybe

Mistaken for destiny



@As_hannah_thinks

📸 Credit: Ruhama. T

#As_hannah_thinks

15 April 2026 19:00

[Limbo]


Let loose, they say.
Like my gatekeepers would cut me some slack.
Like this brain of mine would give me space.

They told me I should let go.
I wanted to come clean about the dozens of tabs left opened for months on my browser.
I wanted to tell them how I avoid shutting down my computer,
I fear closing those tabs.
What if I need them again?

Instead, I let my computer sleep.
And I sleep
on piles of unclosed chapters
of my life.

I am bound to the what-ifs.
Certainty rarely visits
and it never stays long enough
to bail me out.
It’s like my brain and my gut
are anastomosed by a tight knot.
And my heart is having this watershed area,
vessels feeding a non-healing, non-dying, stubborn penumbra.

Blood in my arteries.
Suffering in vain.
From my head to my ankle,
Circulation without a circle.


@As_hannah_thinks

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#As_hannah_thinks

27 March 2026 20:11

😉

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23 March 2026 17:39

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27 February 2026 17:50

[ 🗓️ February 🗓️ ]


Perfect like February
Perfect like the colour of your eyes

Perfect like twenty eight
Perfect like the curve of your smile

28,
Late for the twenties,
And yet right on time for “now”
Just a little fewer than usual,
a little “full”-er than normal

Not more
Not less
Just enough

It is like February
From the time I meet you
to the time we meet again

Even like the days I see you,
Odd like the days I miss you
It is like time is ironed
and now it's wrinkle-free
...Perfect like February


@As_hannah_thinks

#As_hannah_thinks

01 February 2026 12:42

Some good Sunday afternoons make up for missed Friday evenings.

If my poems speak to you, help them travel...share the channel😃

I've been cooking something something.

Good day😊🖤✌️🏾

#As_hannah_thinks

21 November 2025 16:51

[One Out of One]
1/1



I don’t mean to be unkind,
but hear me out.
You’re not one in a million for me.
I don’t even know a million people,
to be honest.
Not even close.

You could be two in a million,
ten in a million,
a thousand in a million,
or even a million in a million,
for what it’s worth.
It wouldn't matter.


That’s the thing about it,
Value is not a function of rarity.
That’s for jewellery merchants,
or those hunting for collectable items.
I’m not one of them.


I’m just a random person,
and you are mine.
And that, for me,
is one out of one.
Flipping the statistics,
more than a probability,
...a forever thing,
a certainty!



@As_hannah_thinks

#As_hannah_thinks

19 November 2025 13:28

🔖 ቫይራል ሄሞሬጂክ ፊቨር ምንድን ነው?

Dr.Abriham Sisay

#As_hannah_thinks

31 October 2025 16:50

Today's piece is an arrhythmogenic one, (my medicos 🙃)

Roses are Red🟥
and violets are violet 🟪

መልካም አርብ
😊🖤✌️🏾

#As_hannah_thinks

19 September 2025 16:51

[ የመፃተኛዋ ማስታወሻ ]


እንቆቅልሼ ነህ
ሀገር የሠጠሁህ ከልቤ ቀንሼ
ርስት ያካፈልኩህ ከርስቴ ቆርሼ

እኔ መፃተኛ እኔ ስደተኛ
ድንበር የማይዘኝ ስወጣ ስገባ
ተሸክሜ የምኖር
ሀገሬን በልቤ ተስፋዬን ባንቀልባ

አንተ ባለ ቅኔ
አንተ ባለ ብልሀት
በውዴታ የምትጠልፍ
አስፈቅደህ ምትሰርቅ
ከእውቀቴ 'ምትስፋ
ከአዕምሮዬ 'ምትረቅ


እንቆቅልሽ አልከኝ
በጨዋታ አዋዝተህ
እኔም የተራዪን
ምን አውቅልህ አልኩህ
ጠየከኝ ጠየኩህ
ፈተንከኝ ፈተንኩህ
መዘንከኝ መዘንኩህ
...ተ ሸ ነ ፍ ኩ

ሀገር ስጪኝ አልከኝ
ሀገር ከየት ላምጣ
እኔ ሀገር የለኝ
ዘላን መፃተኛ
ስደተኛ ሴት ነኝ

ሀገር ስጪኝ አልከኝ?

ሀገሬ መሬት የላት
አትገኝ ከካርታ
በሄኩበት ምትሄድ
እንደኔው ከርታታ

ሀገሬ ልቤ ላይ
ስውር መዝገብ ርስቴ
ሸሽጌ ያኖርኳት
ገዥዬም ግዛቴም

እና ከዚህችው ላይ
በእንቆቅልሽ ሰበብ
ድንበር ገፍተህ መተህ
ሀገር ስጭኝ አልከኝ

እንደ ቀልድ ጠየከኝ
እንደ ቀልድ ሰጠሁህ



...ልቤን  ግን ቀለለኝ

#As_hannah_thinks

30 March 2025 22:11

ማንኛውም አይነት መፅሐፍ ያላችሁና መለገስ የምትፈልጉ ፥ እነ @yohans0 ፥ ይህንን እያገኙ ላልነበሩ የዋግምራ አካባቢ ተማሪዎች ፥ ቤተ-መፅሐፍት ሊከፍቱ አስበዋልና አናግሩት። ያላችሁበት ድረስ መጥቶ ፥ ከምስጋና ጋር ይቀበላችኋል።

#As_hannah_thinks

08 March 2025 12:11

Saturday is leftover Friday 😊

📸 Credit: ADW
Sunset @Gefersa Reservoir

🖤✌️🏾

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07 February 2025 08:28

/channel/written_thoughts

#As_hannah_thinks

20 December 2024 17:15

Friday😊🖤✌️🏾

[Some Times]

#As_hannah_thinks

04 October 2024 12:38

I am a grain of sand;
An eternal promise.
A foreshadow in the universe.
I am my brother’s keeper,
His punching bag when he is tired,
I am my sister’s entertainment late at night;
My twin’s other half,
At my best,
I am the smile on my mother’s face.

I am social justice and liberation,
I am the melanin that flows from the farms,
The green that feeds the world.
The word that saved a life,
I am the birth of a new nation,
Of new hope,
The star to end all wars;
At my best I change the world.

I am the messenger they forget to shoot,
Love’s flawed imitation,
Music played off key,
Awkward hugs of support,
Silence in solidarity.
I am the soldier’s worth,
My father’s pride,
At my best,
I am a worthy heir of my ancestors’ dream.

***

I am the devil’s pawn.
Killer of laughter,
My brother’s murderer,
A waste of labor,
A shadow of civilization,
At my worst,
I eviscerate everything I touch.

I am Moses’ stutter;
Abraham’s doubt,
Gideon’s fear.
I am a cautionary tale,
A miscalculation in the universe;
An anomaly undeserved of life,
A trader of love,
A barterer of faith and virtue,
At my worst I kiss Christ on a Thursday.

I am fear.
I am cowardice.
I am the comfortable caterpillar.
I am greed; I am eternal hunger.
I am extortion personified.
I am potential unbothered.
I am peace undisturbed.
I am a soldier in a spa.
I am a father to doppelgängers;
I perform genocide on a generation.

At my worst,
I live in certainty in wonder of possibilities.
At my worst,
I write poems under a money tree.
At my worst,
I live in a closet full of clothes digging for warmth.
At my worst,
I drown in the nile thirsty.
At my worst,
I laugh without a smile.
At my worst,
I live unburnt.
At my worst,
I gain the world with its applause.
At my worst,
I live life in pink.
At my worst,
At my very worst,
I am my mother’s face in blue.

-Multitude
@MenAce7

#As_hannah_thinks

29 May 2026 18:52

From February to May, this year's months been unusual ingredients for my poems.


Here is something in the name of May


Good Friday
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#As_hannah_thinks

15 April 2026 18:58

Thinking the week is over but it is still Wednesday


P.S: Share along the channel, help my poems travel


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23 March 2026 17:48

How ya'll liking our extended substack corner #As_hannah_thinks?

Thank you for joining 😊

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10 March 2026 20:15

Some of you may know that I have been running this channel for seven years now. Yes, seven solid years and I am deeply grateful for it.

Some of you have been here since the very beginning. Others joined along the way. Either way, I appreciate every one of you for being part of this little corner we built together.

Seven years feels like the right moment to turn a page.

I have started sharing my poems on Substack. Both the old and the new. Some older pieces that were lost in the cracks of time, and new ones finding their voice.

If you enjoy the words we share here, subscribe and join me there as well. Think of it as an extension of this family.

And who knows… this might just be the warm-up for something even bigger (😉😉)


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#As_hannah_thinks

01 February 2026 12:44

[On the Days He has It Together]


He thinks some days are the ideal days to die
to pass away,
to leave it all behind.

Those days he has called his parents
and shared a few laughs with his siblings and friends.

Those days he has showered with his cedarwood body wash,
worn his favourite sandalwood cologne,
put on his dark blue collared shirt and black pants.

Those days his apartment is clean and tidy, laundry done,
clothes ironed and folded.

Those days his shelf is organised,
the dishwasher is empty,
the trash taken out.

Those days he has read his Bible
and prayed in the morning.

Those days he has it all together.
To him, those days feel like the ideal days to die,
or maybe the ideal nights
to leave all this behind.

He watches the doorstep all day
as if waiting for a visit
from a loved one,
for death to come by.

But when death does not arrive,
after all that waiting,
and night finally falls,
he puts on fresh pyjamas,
slips into clean bedsheets,
and whispers,
“O death, where is your sting?
O death, where is your victory?”

#As_hannah_thinks

26 December 2025 16:44

[Hapologia]


The fundamentals in life
are more mental than being fun.
Who would have thought the late twenties
meant to be this revelatory.

There is a blind spot
that scars my vision board.
My mental map deviates,
finding loopholes that only lead
back to that blind spot.
Maybe my myopia is metaphysical.


I’ve lived life as an underdog
but never owned a puppy.
I love animals, though.
(I often think of petting
a baby elephant and
a baby giraffe.)


Sometimes I am lazy in my bones.
I drink coffee straight from the thermos,
too spent to lift a mug.


No peculiar mission
No burning passion.
Nothing cinematic
About the way I carry on

I love hiking.
And if there has ever been a hill
I am willing to die on,
it must be Golgotha.




@As_hannah_thinks
📸 Credit: Nahom F.
ጎንደር

#As_hannah_thinks

21 November 2025 16:50

Perhaps, one of my favourite pieces by far

One out of one [1/1]


😊🖤✌️🏾
Friday

#As_hannah_thinks

31 October 2025 16:53

[Unscripted]


Roses are red,
Violets are violet.
I am not gonna lie
Just to make it rhyme.


My love isn’t bright;
It doesn’t bloom in primary colors.
Not in radiant reds, not in easy blues.
Not the catchy type,
Like a high without the hype

My heartbeat slips from its pace,
A rhythm lost in time and space.
It beats in confusion,
Irregularly irregular,
Messy and unconventional.
And yet, it is love.
This I know.

A Smoky Gray kind of love,
With an arrhythmic heart.
This is what I have,
This is all I’ve got.


Roses are red,
Violets aren’t blue.
In its own colorless, chaotic way,
There goes my love for you
Unpredictable and unrefined,
But undeniably true.


@As_hannah_thinks

#As_hannah_thinks

10 October 2025 17:08

[The Art of Unintentional]


You’ve helped me.
How, you ask?
Like slapping a glitchy device
and suddenly, it starts to work.

You did something right,
though neither of us knows quite how.
Does that count as a win? you wonder.

Sometimes, it’s not about the how.
Just take the win and let it go.

You’ve accidentally mended me,
and for that, I thank you
more than you’ll ever know.



@As_hannah_thinks
📸@ጣና🖤

#As_hannah_thinks

19 September 2025 16:51

ከብዙዙዙ ... አርቦች በኋላ
አንድም ይቅርታ አንድም ምስጋና ፤ስለቆያችሁኝ


መልካም አርብ
😊🖤✌️

#As_hannah_thinks

08 March 2025 12:12

[At Peace]


She auditions her hopes and triages her fears, 
saying, "I've got to get a grip on me, 
held in check by reality."

She tries to hold onto this life tightly, 
but just when she thinks her grasp is firm, 
it slips through her fingers 
like a handful of water... spilling. 
And right when she feels like giving up, 
she notices a tiny green plant blooming beneath her hands, 
nurtured by the dripping water in silence. 
Accidental hope strikes; 
she gives God the credit.

She is no master of dart or arrow games, 
but somehow, she has become the Queen of long shots. 
Hey, royalty is here!

She has stopped wrestling with her insecurities daily. 
Instead, she has appointed around the clock guards for them, 
keeping her insecurities secure. 
This is how she has made peace with her shortcomings; 
this is how she pursues her far-goings.



@as_hannah_thinks

#As_hannah_thinks

07 February 2025 17:00

[Leveled]


Yes, I have noticed that I have stopped going out of my way for you. 
I don't even wait for you on my way anymore. 
I just walk down my lane at my own pace 
and hope for our paths to briefly catch up every now and then. 

No, I don't hate you now; 
I just love you less. 

And even when I love you less, 
you still remain the one I love most. 

So here is #onefortheShadows. 
And here is #onefortheEchoes.



@as_hannah_thinks

#As_hannah_thinks

20 December 2024 17:16

[Some Times]

Some blues can't be fixed with strong espressos. 
Some anxieties in your tummy linger, even after comfort food and warm milk. 
Some glooms can't just be switched back by having days off. 
You may take a good nap,
only to wake up to your doom 
standing by your nightstand, waiting impatiently for reunion. 

Some soul fatigues don’t relent to a change of scenery, 
or retreating to nature for solitude. 
Your loved ones’ heartfelt presence, 
may not be enough to keep you standing tall. 

Even after fervent prayers,
you may still feel weak in the knees. 

Some sadness is like that. 
Some grief is just that adamant. 
Some emptiness is that stubborn. 

Sometimes, moments unfold like this, an unsettling afternoon that endures. 
Some stretch into days, weeks, maybe months, maybe years. 
Some sometimes are just not 'some' of the times. 

They don’t yield to time’s mercy, 
to faith, to loved ones' embrace, 
or your best self. 
And it is okay. 

This is life. 
We are all foot soldiers in this battle. 
You are not the only one; 
you are not alone.


@as_hannah_thinks

#As_hannah_thinks

25 October 2024 17:18

[New Day, Old Me]


Something thrilling happened today, 
But you weren't the first I thought to share it with.
Strange. 

In fact, no one came to mind at all— 
Just like it used to be, 
Before our paths intertwined. 

It feels odd, 
Almost wrong, 
But chill; I haven't yet decided if I like it.



@as_hannah_thinks

#As_hannah_thinks

20 September 2024 16:44

[🔵]Something Blue[ 🔵]


Like flagbearers raising their homelands' flags at the Olympic opening,
So do I observe strangers from afar, their flags waving.
Minimizing surprises, taking careful heed,
Just gauging the vibes before taking a blind stride.


Different people, yet not so different in their flags—
Many reds... a few greens
And then I saw you waving a blue one.
Well, that was unusual.

Not a red flag for warnings,
Nor a green flag that cheers,
But a blue flag—
Blue like the wide sky, embracing and free,
Blue like the ocean, deep as can be,
Blue like calmness, unhurried,
Blue like gentle, endearing.
I saw you with the blue flag,
And in that moment, I knew you were my homeland,

So on the day we stand at the altar,
I will be that "something old,"
The woman who has waited for you for as long as that long.
And together, we will be that "something new."
Our days ahead will be the "something borrowed,"
And you already know what the "something blue" is gonna be—




@as_hannah_thinks