3 to 2 | A Poem for inspired4business

Sit down

Open your laptop

The black keys are familiar.

 

Get on the Internet

New Post

Now it’s time to write

Now it’s time for your fingers to fly

Dashing away, trying to get every breath down

Writing, expressing, living through your words

 

I don’t write because someone has told me to

Because someone challenged me to

Because it simply makes me look a certain way

I write,

Blog,

Type,

Take note

In order to comprehend the complexities of my own mind.

 

My mind is a three dimensional space of chaos

Putting pen to paper,

Fingers to keys,

My mind to others,

Forces me to lay everything out linearly,

Clearly,

Two dimensionally.

 

It’s a type of therapy

Or a type of drug,

I can’t decide.

All I know is

I write to comprehend me

And I wouldn’t be able to without it

So I’m not going to stop anytime soon

 

 

-Hope xoxo

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Thank y’all so so much for reading this little poem. This one is for inspired4business, or Steve, who gave me the idea to write about what inspires me to write. I sorta changed it to why I write, but hey sometimes that happens. I love you all so so much, and I’m sorry for the later post. Have a beautiful day, I’ll talk to you tonight.

To the Moon

Dear Maan,

Dear Gumala,

Dear Ay,

Dear Mwezi,

Dear Luna,

Dear Moon,

Can I just start my saying,

“Wow.”

 

And thank you for being here

Or up there

And listening to me ramble on about you

Trying to find the words to describe you

And taking words from other languages to try to do justice to your name.

 

Because you are beautiful

In everything that you are

And everything that you do.

 

You immaculate piece of Earth’s own flesh

Circling us like a hawk in the sky

You remain at an arm’s length

Not because you can’t move any closer

But because that place that you reside in

Keeps the delicate balance of our potential gravitational ballet from falling.

 

My Moon, my love, my muse,

You give us and me everything we need.

Waters crashing on the beach, tides kept in a peaceful ebb and flow

Light at night when the Sun visits others.

 

You are the company I keep when I am alone in the dark.

And I don’t know why you chose pity on us,

Tiny insects who teach their children that you’re made out of cheese.

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A bit of a random one, I know, but my God do I love the Moon.

In other news, I’m sick today and had to cancel the plans that I had and instead resorted to going to dinner with my parents at a buffet and eating way too much and feeling a new kind of sick all over again.

I hope you had a beautiful day, No One. I love you very much.

-Hope xoxo