Hope is the thing with feathers-Sentimentality

 Hello friend!

I woke up feeling sleepy today. The reason being that i slept late yesterday. That set a sentimental mood to my day. I found myself writng poems and words here and there. Poetry helps us to understand the world around us. I love how someone said, 'art is a lie that helps us know the truth'. Food for thought. I will hereby share with you what i wrote today and more.

Dear love

The face of you soothes my mind

The voice of you fires me up

You make me feel alive

Thoughts of you get me through the day

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The sky was covered with black dots

fFapping theirr hands in series

The moving clouds made my head foggy

I collapsed into a day dream.

-one with nature

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It doesnt matter what you think of me

I love myself

Thats enough for me to BE!...

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I repeatedly found myself thinking a sentence over and over. Am just going to drop it here;

''Everything you need is in your hands'!'

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I saw you

I saw the past

I saw the present

I smiled

I love it now

-losing you found me
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And here is what i wrote after 8am today:

Anger 

A strong emotion

It makes me shake in rage

Puts my mind against itself

Brightens all my failings-all negatives

My eyes flood

Am left feeling useless

Craving death's embrace

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A poem i love;

HOPE IS THE THING WITH FEATHERS BY Emily Dickinson

HOPE is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul

And sings the tune without the words

And never stops at all

And sweetest in the gale is heard;

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That kept so many warm.

I've heard it is the chillest land, 

And on the strangest sea;

Yet, never, in ectremity,

It asked a crumb of me.

End remark: seek what sets your soul ablaze and do it!