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The channel's name says it all. By Hannah Tsehay Contact: @AHT_comments_bot
[Convalescence]
Peace is the opposite of war and not battle
You can still be at peace and yet in a fierce combat
I mean that would scare the life out of your opponent
But it would really be cool
... so brave...so at peace
Even the pacific gets impressed
That it sends some drops from the ocean 💦
With a pen and a pad to take the lesson
Haha
Changing the norm
Leading a riot in serenity
Confronting your demons in tranquility
To be at peace and yet fighting
To be calm and yet battling
It took me 23 years to realise this
But it is a lesson worth learning
Yes peace is not the opposite of battle!
@as_hannah_thinks
[📌On a side note📜]
You told me to keep my God out of my poetry...
Ha, how do I put this?... That is like asking me to invite you to my best cooking and I bring the plates and forks only...
What do you do with an empty plate and fork?🍽
...you put them together click click click.... and that is just another cacophony
Trust me, with out HIM I just don't make sense and neither does my poetry.
HE gives a definition to my being.
HE is the only good in me.
And that, my friend, is my pillar blessing
on which all of me is hanging.
@as_hannah_thinks
[Thrive]
#As_kal_aka_my_inspiration_made_hannah_think
No e-motions, just motion
moving forward...➡️➡️
Take persistence for a caffeine,
And when your cup is empty
go and have a refill.
Give it all, commit
"Nike" it out, just do it
Steadfastness, dedication ,perseverance....whatever,
meet your smile
on the the other end of the tunnel.
@as_hannah_thinks
I'mma cast out some webs now🕸😄...enjoy my latest piece "Spiderman"
ሰናይ አርብ
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[🏃♀Relay race🏃♀]
I remember I was in elementary grade school and our teacher was telling us how the future of this country laid in our hands, the tiny hands of bunch of bewildered kids.
Our teacher was in his late twenties.
In just couple of years, I would be as old as him.
I wonder if I will also be handing down a country I even haven't received.
Generation chain is like a relay race, I have been told.
You run your run and hand down the baton to the next person.
We are supposed to run the fastest in our young age, right? but if we are already handing the baton in our twenties...that my friend, is a huge problem.
As if the that baton is a hot boiled potato, that you can't wait to just pass it on to the next person before your palms get burned...
How did we get here?
Didn't we all grow up dreaming beautiful dreams?
Who stole our dreams and "graciously" let us keep our sleeps?
What happened to us?
@as_hannah_thinks
[Sonder]
Somethings don't especially add up in my head. For example, the thought that every someone is possibly someone's loved one perplex me.
Your mean boss can be the best dad to his daughter. The trash talking guy on a taxi can be someone's beloved brother. The gossipy neighbor of yours may mean the world to her son. Your super annoying classmate can be someone's best friend...the list goes on.
Every someone is possibly a beloved someone to at least someone.
As much as this reminds me to be more graceful towards both myself and others, it bugs me not to know where exactly this discrepancy roots from. Why is the whatever ounce of "goodness" we have so compartmentalized?
I guess as a society we focus too much on being a good parent, a lovely daughter, a wonderful son, a great friend a good student, a good leader, a good employee...that we forget about being a good human being.
When the whole is good, it is guaranteed the pieces are just as good. But not necessarily the other way around.
Maybe this is what the psalmist had in mind when he said ልጄ ሆይ ሰው ሁን to his Son.
@as_hannah_thinks
[My favorite memory ( #2)]
I thought of how desperately I needed You...
I thought of how far I felt from Your presence...
I thought the things I thought I had to do to get closer to you...to earn Your love.
I thought of how my deeds failed me terribly and how far I still was to even be remotely close to You...
I thought of what you did to close the gap...
I thought of Your Grace
I thought of Your Cross ✝️
I thought of You, Jesus🖤
What do I say?
I thank You always or I thank You forever,
I just don't know which one is longer.
@as_hannah_thinks
[🍻Hangover🍻]
No matter what comes my way,
I really hope I never wake up to a hangover...
Nah, that ain't how I am gonna treat my trauma
Nah, that ain't how I was raised by my mama
Yeah, things have been tough lately and I have been losing weight
But I ain't never gonna get light enough to float over a liquors surface.
So many questions, mountain of doubts
but I know a glass is a very narrow place to look for something that large
young bloods listen out
Life is full of adventure
And you can dive right in to an adventure, without necessarily bringing danger to the venture
Trust me, health ain't overrated.
I am not gonna lose it on couple of big Jambos of drafts
When I am dealing with a lot to be finalized.
Not gonna whine over a wine
yeah, a lot might be weighting
And buckets of beer can't help me bear it
who am I kidding?
I am not gonna hangover the drips of booze
something so loose that it literally flows.
Where it is taking me, God only knows
If I am ever gonna hangover,
I'mma hangover on a rock
on something solid, on something strong
you know, solid like...say my faith and my loved ones embrace
I'mma hangover those and stay alive
And when the night has passed and it is time for the light
I'mma wake up to a clearer head and a smiling heart
That is my hangover
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@as_hannah_thinks
Without oblivion, there is no remembrance possible. When both oblivion and memory are wise, when the general soul of man is clear, melodious, true, there may come a modern Iliad as memorial of the Past. -Thomas Carlyle
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[🔙Backspace🔙]
Romanticising the night sky, the moon and the stars is the "ABC" of love poems and songs.
I am sorry but these are not my things.
I don't relate you to any of those enticing space bodies.
To be honest, you remind me of the "backspace" than you remind me of anything about the actual space out there.
And yes by "Backspace", I mean the key on the right upper part of your keyboard.
Now that we have established my weirdness, give me a space to make my case.
Yes you do remind me of the "backspace".
A key to go back, a room to write and right my wrongs.
A safe space to edit myself.
Unprejudiced place to make mistakes and realize my faults.
A space to be human.
And even better ...with a chance to be a better one.
Yeah, I do think you look a lot like the human version of backspace.
People may conquer all the places in the world, they may even go above and beyond to someday inhabit the mars and more.
But not many get the free pass to priceless spaces like the one you provide.
My backspace.
@as_hannah_thinks
Friday night hits different ⚡️
ሰናይ ምሽት
Here is my other brutally honest piece... ተጋበዙ
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[💬As_hannah_thinks💬]
Not everything I write is about me.
You see, I have a whole kind of
country going on inside of my head.
And the people are real beauty,
a lot of times they tell me stories and they make me smile
They paint beautiful pictures on the canvas of my imagination, and they tell me it is their flag.🏴
So ,
I promised I will write them new anthems every now and then.
The lyrics being about them.
They said they titled it #As_hannah_thinks.
And now my pen sings,
and now my pen sings.
🖌
@as_hannah_thinks
[Masterpiece]
Unlike many poets,
I’m afraid to have a masterpiece
a magnum opus, a wowing poem
about the people and the stuffs I love.
You see the thing is
The moment I finally come up with a masterpiece
All my other pieces will automatically demote to being slaves
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to the masterpiece.
And that is not well with my democratic soul!
I love my pieces,
Their glued-together version makes a chunk part of who I am.
So there you have it...
This is why I barely write about you,
cause I am afraid of having a masterpiece.
@as_hannah_thinks
#As_the_psalmist_made_hannah_think
(Dedicated to all the people who say "እግር ብላ"😂)
[Miss.feet👣/Misfit👻]
Hey there, let me ask you
what do you think is the most beautiful part of the human body?
You may pick the brain, you may say the heart, or even the lungs
how about the liv-er?kidneys ain't too bad...
But I tell you, nothing like the feet. yeah, you heard me right
and you prolly being like...wait whuuuaatt?
I say it again. Nothing like the feet, let me explain.
This world is like an open field with a gate on one end
And we are all nomads
walking in day light,
Camping for the night
so many ways...only a single right path, and walking it right is my purpose in life.
numbered days...no tym for getting lost. Experimenting ain't exactly how the map works
So on the black days, and on the darkest nights...
when the brain can't think clear, and the heart is too emotional, when your very own breath suffocates your very own lungs...
when everybody is being just another leave-er and the kidneys ain't filtering right
when the whole body seems to be falling apart...
It is my feet that stand me still, it is my feet that walk me right.
Yeah, faith has a lot to do with the feet than it has ever done with the heart.
So if there will ever be beauty contest on who is the most beautiful body part....
please crown the feet for me
tell her she is so pretty
tell her she is so important
And call her Miss.feet🎖
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and call me misfit
cuz I refuse to conform to the ways of this world, I refuse to blend to the beauty norm.
Yeah i'mma stand still, I'mma walk right.
The sun might set,
but the SON has risen.
@as_hannah_thinks
I know I have been missing out on fridays lately. I apologise. I may not be as consistent but I will try to keep it coming.
Thank you for being here😊
ሰናይ አርብ
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A very long week that I thought friday might not even come.
But it did come, there is always friday at the end.
መልካም ምሽት
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[Hope]
[🌃]
I hope,
And my hope is so big..
and tall
Tall like a skyscraper
With its tip hidden in the clouds
Sometimes when reality kicks in and it is nothing like what I wanted it to be...
Despite my fear of height,
I imagine climbing my skyscraper tall hope all the way to the tip
taking daydream for a lift
And when I reach to the top
I spun a thick handful of frozen cloud around my fear and make cotton candy out of it
I take a mouthful and feel the chucky bit melting inside of my mouth tasting something like a mixture of cooled mint and refreshing lemonade...an overflow dripping by the corner of my lips forming a thin stream of liquid which looks like a blue lagoon mojito
Ahhhh...this must be what it feels like drinking the sky itself
Yesss this is what I do when it feels like I can't take it anymore
This is where i hide,
This is where I go to get out of sight
...to the tip of my skyscraper tall hope, enjoying a rare type of cotton candy
I mean, don't we all deserve some sweets in the wait?
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[🕷Spiderman🕸]
You are a coffee enthusiast, macchiato lover, pastry craver... so we can all tell you do a lot cafe-ing on your own
And I have noticed that from the moment you set foot to a cafe,
your eyes dart around in search for unoccupied corners
You have told me you find corners to somehow be a comfortable spot for a person like you
Having two walls around you is the closest you can get to feeling secure and solitude and yet in public
It is a spot where you can be not there while you are being there.
I get you
I am sure a spider relates to this feeling of yours
It is where you can cast out sticky thread of webs and make your own comfy niche.
You are a keeper. But You won't make moves until that someone is close enough.
You love corners for the same reason a spider loves corners. In a way you, are like a spider man.
You have issues with fear. But I know perfect love casts out fear. So when I offered to share my spacious home with you, yet you settled for a corner. And I neither like spiders nor am I a fan of spiderman.
Be ware of the day I grab my broom, it means this girl is gonna do some real sweeping.
@as_hannah_thinks
[Above and beyond]
Picture credit: @ውዜ🖤
All of my life,
I have often felt like am always chasing after something that flys...
Something hard to follow, let alone to catch.
My feet walks
My heart runs
and my mind soars
I don't feel comfortable under my own skin
As if my very own body can't contain me
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Hey mama, can you lend me your wings?
@as_hannah_thinks
...More than 600 subscribers😊
You are the reason I hope to keep doing this. Thank you for being here, for sharing my pieces and for supporting. I treasure this.
ዛሬም መልካም አርብ ምሽት 🖤
Here is to many more Fridays😃🎊
Andddd am back😃
Things got a little busier on my side.
መልካም አረብ ምሽት
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"why is the worst day in human history called good?
Because now the worst humans in history can be called forgiven...#goodfriday"
#ይቅርታዬ
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Today's piece is a bit long.
I hope you won't have poem hangover after reading it😁
ሰናይ አርብ ምሽት
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[🎲Oblivion🎲]
It is funny how whenever I meet new people, I find myself trying to find the traces of people I love in them...
Just checking if there is anything I might stick around for.
Maybe this is why most of the friends we have from very different chapters of our lives end up having surprisingly great deal of things in common to the point you wonder if they some how cross paths in life, they will surely manage to become friends.
I guess we make bonds to keep memories, we befriend others as a way of keeping the fragments of people we love scattered in different bodies. So that when the "whole" is gone, we still have something to hold on to.
Indeed, Oblivion must be our greatest fear.
@as_hannah_thinks
[Moment of truth 👀]
#As_a_lot_of_people_made_hannah_think
Quotes like "you are stronger than they think, braver than you seem..." Don't work their magic on me. And that is because I very much know that I am not. No, this is not coming from a low self-esteem. This is coming from knowing myself too well.
Yes, I am much less stronger than I seem, much less braver than people think. And when I say this out loud, people don't believe me. To make matters worse, they even think I am humbling myself by saying this. I get tired explaining myself.
And the realization that I am not as good as I appear to be breaks me piece by piece everytime. If I have to pick a role model, I guess that would be the perfect me living all comfy inside of people's head. And the fear that comes with knowing that I will never be as good as her is even more shattering.
I sometimes wonder if my serious look together with the glasses is doing this trick. Or just my next level hypocrisy I am not so much aware of? I honestly don't know what I am doing wrong to somehow not represent my actual self.
Who here knows that I second
guess my self as frequent as I think? I spend good part of my time in my head convincing myself to just get up and do life.
I once read faith is for those weak people who can't do life on their own. I am part of the crowd who proudly nod to this. Yes, I can't do life on my own. That is why I lean on my Lord.
I hope there will come a time for me when I will look more like as I come of. But even better, I hope there will come a time when I will look more like His SON.
@as_hannah_thinks
#As_the_brothers_made_hannah_think
[To the brothers]
Growing up, me and my little sis have always felt light around our backs.
As if part of our spinal cords are not in their anatomical position.
As if few of our vertebrae are missing.
And we never wondered why.
That is because we know you have them.
We know you have got our backs.
Always
🖤
And Oh,
How I love you
@as_hannah_thinks
Marking the 70th piece.
Thank you for making me do this😊
መልካም ምሽት
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[🌨Seasons🌨]
When people ask me how it feels to wear glasses since young age on daily bases, I always smile and say the world looks so much different behind the glasses. There is an art in looking past the lenses and yet through them.
But it is not always as fun to wear them. Putting on facemask with your glasses for good part of your days is pure struggle. And It gets worse on misty mornings.
My breathes escape the facemask and haze my glasses. My legs decide to function without consulting my eyes, hi-five-ing the gravels and tiny rocks standing on their way clumsily.
Even if I have to pause every now and then to wipe off the fog from the lenses in the misty morning rash hours, I will do it anyway. Cause my eyes need 'em lenses so bad and this is what you do to keep going forward.
And I remind myself this when my emotions cloud my judgment. Something which happens very often by the way. I try to pause and wipe out the thick fog before it starts raining..
But sometimes it rains anyway and it rains heavy. And I call that "The Winter of the soul".
Good thing Winter is a season. And like any season...
this too, shall pass!
@as_hannah_thinks
Yes, today's piece is specifically dedicated to the people who say " እግር ብላ "
Have a fun Friday አርብ - ኧኞች
😊
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