Indispensable Man Poem Novels & Stories

“why can we not understand the message beneath, Why do we hear just a howl? Why can we not see what you do to us, By igniting the fire every then and now. It's because of your dear memories that we cry, We let it out, that fake smile. You help us know what being strong means, You help us grow flowers from the unwanted weeds.”, I heard someone complete my unfinished poem. I looked behind to see a shadow. There was a man standing wearing all black clothes. Even his face was covered with a black cloth. If he didn’t have the royal sword, I could have easily confused him with a thief. “What kind of a gentleman are you to eavesdrop on a lonely girl’s thoughts?”, I asked.

he fumes. "Even in my last moments, that is, if you will have the privilege to witness it which I highly doubt, I will still slap the truth to your dirty ugly face, Leon - that you are nothing but a worthless man who should never be counted as a man among men, because you are a divine disgrace to manhood. Real men build themselves up, they make themselves respected through their efforts. Through thick and thin, they stand up for themselves. They build a name for themselves. But look at you and tell me even just a single thing that you have done for yourself." I pause giving him time to think.

She let go off his hair and sat facing him. “I have come to realise that I am a useless man. What have I come to do on earth? What has been my purpose from day one? For so long now I have walked in the shade. Mpumi, you being here eases my pain. You keep pulling me out of this shade that I created. It is still a long journey to walk. Please don’t leave me behind, I might not keep up. Be the lamp that shines on my path, I might just see that little light that reflects through my eye-lids. Hold my hand and pull me through, but don’t pull too hard, I might fall and break. Treat me like an egg, I am fragile, I need all the help I can get. Here my chest is bare. My ribs uncage.” He took her hand,

“Are you kidding me? No one has ever considered me a strong person, I am alway the weak and unfit one.” “They are blind to see the real you.”the man said with a smile,it's like he can see through me Who is this mysterious man?

In the manor, Ryder asked me gently, "Do you prefer the island, the forest, or the snow mountains?" Ryder no longer resisted me after I confessed my feelings. He had also accepted our current relationship. "Don't you wish to take a break somewhere after the ceremony?" I leaned against Ryder's chest and frowned slightly. "Anything will do. As long as you're with me, I'd be glad to go anywhere." "What's wrong? Are you still worried about those two? Stop thinking about it. No one can hurt you while I'm here!" Ryder kissed my forehead and turned to peck me on my lips.

There are times when pride must be an ember you bank so it does not smother the flame of the life you love. I still did not know what to call the man who had become Sophie’s savior, but as I watched him sit in the corner of my kitchen, hands folded like a man who had been to war and come back, I understood this much, some debts you cannot pay because they are not yours to repay. Some people you do not owe because their presence is not a favor but a shield. The city settled around us that night, a thousand miles of glass and shadow, and for the first time in months, I did not feel alone.

‎ ‎In the quiet. ‎ ‎In the ordinary. ‎ ‎In the love. ‎ ‎Always. ‎ ‎The manor was the heart. ‎ ‎The garden was the soul. ‎ ‎The light was the breath. ‎ ‎The love was the reason. ‎ ‎And it was. ‎ ‎For the ordinary. ‎ ‎For the infinite. ‎ ‎For the everything in between. ‎ ‎The story was not over. ‎ ‎It was. ‎ ‎Every day. ‎ ‎In every choice. ‎

You should see hers. He reads it out, in a voice worthy of Television, as though he were standing before an audience. The poet can be poem-less. The writer, word-less And the warrior sword-less. With you, I am not lovel— "Okay, " I say "that's enough for one day.".

I'm not a good person, and I won't pretend I feel deep regret thinking back on the times I've acted like a monster. Perfection isn't part of me, neither is kindness, but Marina inspires me to be a better person. For her, I will change; I want to change, become someone worthy of her love. It doesn't matter that she is a human; hell, it feels good feeling like I'm needed when I help her with things. And any man who claims he doesn't like being depended on is a filthy liar. Helping your woman with the smallest things, be it reach for an apple, makes any man feel big and strong, even if we would never admit it out loud.

“Why can’t he do it himself?” It’s always been perplexing for me, the notion of an omnipotent deity who needs others to do everything for Him. Sure, there might be the occasional plague of frogs or something equally obscure out of a B movie, but when shit gets real, it’s always the squishy mortals who get called up to the front lines. “Tupor Haisman is no ordinary man,” said the tree, rustling its leaves for dramatic effect. “Look where we are.” The first glimmer of dawn was on the horizon. I looked around but nothing stood out. We were in an open field with lots of tombstones rising out of the ground.