My hand is shaking as I start to write with a pen
I am much at ease typing
Somehow I become a robot
Like a program, encrypted with codes
Will I ever decipher who I am?
Will you?
Who are you?
What are you made of?
Look from the inside of your eyes
What do you see?
Do you see me?
My hand is no longer shaking
But my words dissolved before it slip from my lips
Does the wind able to catch any of it and carry them to the stars?
Only you can tell
When you look at the stars tonight…
Diwata in Lalaland 
Dear Diwata,
Thank you for this wonderfully powerful poem.
You have expressed the quest of all quests which begin and end with: Who am I?
Very beautiful…
All good wishes,
robert
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Thank you Robert for a constant reader of my writings. You always leave a kind feedback, I’m glad you can find connections in my writings. There’s nothing better than that I guess..
I wish you all smiles tonight 🙂
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Poetry is the tool to unlock who we really understand ourselves to be
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Thanks trotter for the read!
You know 3 or 4 years ago I tried to draw but my imagination was bad and I’m “color stupid” ahahaha. My first drawing was not that bad I guess but I never tried again. And then last year (2014) January 3 (same date you left the comment) was the day I tried to write my first poem.
“Under The Tree”
New day, new year
Clear sunny day
Under the shade of a tree
Feeling the breeze
Breathing the air
Listening to the rustle of leaves
A perfect moment of peace…
And from then on I keep writing… Poetry indeed 🙂
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As i gaze upon those stars tonight, they will electrify those memories of reading your written work…
Thank you for dropping by to have a read.
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I really loved “I’M MISSING A FRIENDLY SOUL…”
between the lines of your words I heard my emotions I was feeling yesterday. Thanks too for the read and for a wonderful comment 🙂
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Thank you kindly, living in a city there are very few stars, the memories out away from the light some many star one could hardly count…
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