Life's Journey Poems Novels & Stories

Yes, it will come to you as a surprise, as it has come to me. What else is to be said is that the days to come will be a challenge for our relationship, not only caused by my father but his dear old brother as well. My sweet angel, no matter what, I will be by your side through all of this. So please hold on to us, for things will be hard. I have learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment, and making the best of it without knowing what's going to happen next.

With that we talked through the night . There are times that you would close your eyes, Those special memories of me will always bring back a smile, Calling my number repeatedly but with no response , If only you could have me back for just a little while you would say ,When I fade like the shadow of moon or like the whispers of the sea, The times of pain and the days of sorrow ,Miss me a little but not too long ,I want no cries, why cry for a soul gone to a better place, a home built with gold ,The time when living feels like dying ,Miss me but let me go , When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me , Miss me but let me go , For this journey is one we all must take , Bury

And as the city enveloped me in its unending embrace, I realized that life, in all its chaotic beauty, was not about the destination, but about the journey. And what a journey it would be.

Her words wrapped around me like a comforting embrace, offering solace and hope. "Remember, Yennifer," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of whimsy, "just as a seed must break open for a flower to bloom, sometimes our hearts must break to make room for something even more beautiful. Life has a way of unfolding in unexpected ways, leading us to where we truly belong."

The Song of All Worlds Lyra walked for many days. Across mountains that sang when the wind touched their peaks, through forests where leaves whispered her name, and over oceans that glowed beneath twin moons. Everywhere she went, the flame inside her pulsed softly— a steady rhythm that guided her steps. She did not know where the path would end, only that she was following the hum of something greater than herself. And with each passing day, the world seemed to lean closer to listen.

"Let's go. Mom and Dad are waiting for you." I nodded, took one last look at the place I'd given ten years of my life to, and climbed into the car without a backward glance.

Nisha's pov 🗯Life is a journey and the road we travel has twists and turns which sometimes leads us to the unexpected places and unexpected people. But in turn it always lead us to our destination🗯 How true the lines are.... Life is very unexpected isn't it. We will dream about something but it will happen the opposite. Once I hated my life down to the core because the situation was like that and now everything changed completely and I am loving this phase.

she said with a light smile and opened the Poetry Anthology to the poem. ‘Coloured’ By De Wet Life starts with colour With a sort of spirit Only a child can give A parent is brightened By the mere presence the light projected But after time That colour fades Dimming Like a worn out jean A ghost Heavy and burdened Uncertain Seeking guidance Purpose Love But once found Once explored Colour returns to life And is reflected and spread

He continued sucking my blood as I tried freeing myself, but the more I fight the deeper he sucks, so I just stay stilled and let him suck my blood, feeling myself limping every seconds passed. Wishing someone will rescue me, Kris, I whispered as my eyes closing slowly. Help me...

As usually, before nightmare Memorable very likes to talk with God: I know you are. You were always there for better or worse. You didn't move a step. You endured when I complained about you. You were happy when I was happy. Still, I can't understand why we have to suffer so much. Is it so that we can enter your Kingdom? What is behind the last line of life? It's hard for me to imagine. Maybe You don't exist? Are you just an illusion of the mind? Every breath I take brings me closer to death and meeting you. Maybe we'll meet you. What will you tell me when I meet you? What can I tell you? Of course you will condemn me for what I have done and for what I have not done along the way. You will