Life's Journey Poems Novels & Stories

The grief of being weak as he waited for the evil men to shoot his family. His life fleeted before him and he was there spectating it all over again. "Life is ephemeral like the wind in a stormy day," he couldn't help but be poetic. With his words, in this mysterious place, a gust of wind appeared out of nowhere and blew with it the scent of spring, and it was immediately gone like a popping bubble without sounds.

As I ran my hands through the keys of the piano, I got lost in the music and began to sing as well. “Moonlit memories, a dance with the unknown, In the verses of the wind, our stories are sown. The pain of goodbye, the joy of hello, In the lyrics of life, we find where we grow. Through the echoes of the past, I'll find my way. a symphony of courage, breaking through the grey. With every note, a journey unfolds.

He was about to curse himself when he found neat handwriting next to his poem. Rayven was confused, but his eyes followed the words, reading it to his brain quietly. Life is not a lot Life is just a thought As beautiful as I want Does not have to haunt It is full of ups and downs Of highs and lows of different towns With lights and nights of equal time You live and die for every dime I see the light that's not too dim I see that it is not so grim So, I try to light my world for me I try to listen; not hear from me

It is a new life chapter for me, I have spend so much time battling with a lover, who seems to be wise, but he never knew I am a destined child no matter the circumstances I face I never lose hope in them, I always believe in life, life is just a driver that knows the exact location more the person who is in the journey, I have to follow it the ways it drives me.

And that is why I faced the repercussions. The full week had been a lesson. I learned and unlearned. I am tired of everything. Still, I do not know which way to go. I do not know what to do and how to do it. I need a week off. Or even more than that. I do not know where my life is leading me. I can see a road in front of me bifurcated into two. One is grassier and the other is less. The less grassy means travelling on the road without any motive and goal whilst enduring things that come my way. A Grassier road means leading a life without fearing the outcomes. Just focusing on the process and endeavouring. Travelling on the less travelled road that is the grassier road is difficult but that

They ecstatically exclaimed. "Creatures of Leafland! Finally, I've returned home! This is the reality of my existence! I'm supposed to be here. This is the land I've been longing for my entire life, but I didn't realize it until now... Come a little higher, a little closer! I know my journey isn't ended yet, and that life is a meandering road, but all I can hope for is that... it eventually leads me back to where I belong!"

Today i'll end my misery or should i say my parents misery that is me. Thankfully, no one is here. Slowly slowly the waves were hiting my feet. As I am moving forward, the water is rising above my body from the bottom. That's it. Finally, my 24 years of life is getting it's end. Unlike Everyone i finally smile. My whole life is running like infront of my eyes like a movie.

Ji A said, “I am in a great hunger. My throat turned out dry. I think I am gonna die soon.” They didn’t find any pond or something. After a while, they find a small water stagnant due to rain. The water was dirt. Bo Ra said, “There we see… there is some water. But it is full of algae.” Sa Ra said, “I don’t mind it. We won’t die because of those little algae.” They drink that water. Their stomach is filled with water. They even fulfilled their hunger with water. They again started walking. Ji A can’t walk because of her bruise on leg.

I laid there for what seemed like days, but it was only hours. When I opened my eyes, I was alone. I was confused about what had just happened. My body did not hurt anymore. I did not feel the need to breathe. My eyes saw the room in a different light now. It was like it was daytime all around me. I smelled my wet clothes on the floor. The stream outside. The grass in front of the house, and the sweet smell of cherries in the forest. I heard movement all around me. I heard deer, fish, birds, insects, squirrels, and even what I thought to be a bear. I set up, in what seemed to be mere seconds. I looked out the window; the moon was still in the sky. I felt alive. Like I could do anything. Besi

Reaching up, I touched those tingling fingertips to her lips. Life is a journey of chance and choices; a maze of paths each leading to a different adventure and each holding a lesson to be learned through pain and consequence. There’s no way to know what lies at the other end of a particular path before you start down it. And there’s no way back.