On Those Days Poem Novels & Stories

Good days are like sand, you can't hold them forever however hard you try, they'd slip through your fingers any-f*cking-how. But bad days are like rain, they're just like what they are, they'll keep on coming, you can't make them go away. The days that are so dark you lose all strength and hope, and faith in your own existence, and all you can do is curse why the hell are you on this earth? My Mumma's death anniversary was tomorrow. So was my f*cking birthday.

The poem went this way, Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I did not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uprising rush Oh quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.

The words on the banner read, 'Heartless woman Claire Thompson, who toyed with my love for seven years, now abandons me to marry someone else. The village was small, and everyone knew everyone. Chaos erupted as neighbors swarmed around me, gossiping. "Gosh, isn't that the pride of the Thompson family? How shameless!" "Didn't she go to the city and lose herself? She learned some tricks to seduce men, huh? Now she's back to find a fool to marry her." "That poor man! He must've been hurt so badly to chase her all the way here." Their hurtful words plagued me.

*Permiton* *Several Days Ago* We stand on the edge of the shoreline, and the visions attack me, sharp and violent. Each image is simply a possibility, a road that will unfurl depending on what decision we make. River and Brook stand by the water, each trying to conjure a narwhal-pulled ferry, but they’re wasting their energy. It will not come for them; they’ve been exiled. The moment the decree was made, every living organism in this country turned against them.

* I saw the beauty of the sky Colors so vibrant you'd think they never die * I saw the beauty of the waves Every splash telling a story of younger days * I saw the beauty of the rains Every drop falling freely like horses without reins * I saw the beauty of the night For only then were the stars alight * I saw the beauty in the flames of a fire Each one burning with a different desire * I saw the beauty of Gold Glistening with bitter stories untold * Oh I saw the beauty of dust and clay Simple reminders of our end someday.

I close my eyes. Let the sun fade my field of vision to a warm, red glow. Feel the heat on my skin. It's a perfect day. Not too warm, not too cold. The birds are singing a song of spring. A gentle breeze wafts campfire smoke, pollen kisses, and promises of tomorrow my way while the swaying of the trees lulls me into a sense of calm. If I focus on it, it almost drowns out the crowd's cheers and taunts, excited for my hanging. It's a perfect day to die.

So sometimes you want to forget it, but on other days you don't want to forget it. ***

So honey I am now, some broken thing I do not lay in the dark waiting for day here Now my heart is gold, my feet are right And I'm racing out on the desert plains all night

she said to him. " Me too Ishu..... . Me too. I also want to meet her. We have another few weeks to spend her naa. Let's hope that we will meet her again. Let's come to the cafe tomorrow too. Tomorrow is Friday. so next day we don't have work. So let's bring Diya, Sid and Ro too. Then we will be able to introduce them to Lexi too. " he said to her.

Maybe at that day you have found him, the one who gave you smile and happiness. Maybe at that day I won’t remember the pain, perhaps I can live my life again, maybe I could start another chapter of my story. I hope if that day comes, I won’t remember how much I love you, or how much I want you to be with me. I hope if that day comes I won’t pretend to be that someone who I am not. I hope if that day comes we were just like strangers.