Novel & Cerita Life Is But A Stopping Place Poem

in response to the ongoing anti-extradition bill protests a day like this, or the train between us won’t stop - this life is too long, dear tourist - & you know this morning I have to pay the rent too – as you insist that demonstrations at Victoria Park crow an ashfall of a feathered controversy - scarred by heavy clouds – as poetry as a lesson in leaving seems like years – & everyday umbrella seems like months of our days, days of our months always like this sure it’s like this

Bo Ra asked, “What are you saying?” Ji A’s mom said, “She died this morning.” Today morning at Ji A’s place, Ji A said to her mom, “Mom, I am leaving to work. Probably I would be late tonight.” Ji A’s mom asked, “Where are you going?” Ji A said, “I am going to a blind date today.” Ji A’s mom asked, “Are you telling this? Do I hear right?” Ji A said, “Don’t mock at me. I have to move on from past. I have a life.”

“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tunes without the words and never stops at all.” Emily Dickinson.

after everything I went through, still just insults I did my study on those creatures for years, and I can still remember some of my favourite poetry and poems I read as a kid A Last Word by Ernest Dowson Let us go hence: the night is now at hand; The day is overworn, the birds all flown; And we have reaped the crops the gods have sown; Despair and death; deep darkness o'er the land, Broods like an owl; we cannot understand Laughter or tears, for we have only known Surpassing vanity: vain things alone Have driven our perverse and aimless band. Let us go hence, somewhither strange and cold, To Hollow Lands where just men and unjust Find end of labour, where's rest for the old, Freedom to all

This was the best ending they could hope for. As for Henry, he left for a rural area and became a volunteer teacher. When he strolled through the remote village paths and looked up at the blue sky above, he would think about Whitney and wonder how she was doing and if she already had children. Henry would always smile as he wondered about her life, but eventually, tears would start streaming down his face.

He just stood there, motionless, like a statue. I didn't look back again. I walked forward, boarding my flight, free at last. As for him—he became just another name buried in the past.

Cold means I’m moving. My foot finds the narrow ledge I memorized weeks ago. Then another. Pain flares through my ribs, bright and blinding. I choke on a sound but swallow it back, pressing my forehead against the stone until the stars fade from my vision. Don’t stop. I learned that lesson young. Stopping is how they catch you.

She wrote one more thing. I came home in February. I am still arriving. I will keep arriving. That is what home is — not a destination but a direction you keep choosing. Every morning the east road. Every case filed and every garden tended and every open council hour and every Thursday piano evening. Every choice to stay in the middle of the thing, fully, without reading ahead. The space between the moons is where we live. I live here. We live here. She closed the notebook. She set it down.

She barely navigate it and explore it with a smile, but that happen so fast she hardly understand the source of it. “Do I have to kneel for who knows you administered the life in this world?” She mockingly said, and kneeled miserably. The flame burn her flesh even though it's still so far away, and within her eyes, the flame is buring deeply. Instantly, a deep voice rung in her ears, “How useless the life is?” Misty can only close her eyes, shuddered miserably. She pondered the question as always, yet she can't actually gotten the answers.

I say to the driver. I confess that I'm tired, very tired, but my mother is more important than anything. Now I'm close to being with her. Seasons, they will change Life will make you grow Death can make you hard. Everything is temporary. Everything will slide (Seasons, they will change Life will make you grow Death may leave you cold. Everything is temporary. Everything will slide away)