On Those Days Poem Novels & Stories

Some day Some day When death on earth Will no more hold me Any way Any way I culture logic I believe in reason Who can stop me From achieving In every season I will travel further My human place Who will hold me When death is no more Around Nor in me I count the stars I forget it not My count is progressing To a different mark I do not see a collapse Of wise efforts I know I am to excel To excel is what carries You far A bit of encouragement From these stars I derive I am then again at rise I am at rise again Still whispering my defeat Moves sometimes the sound Of wind Time knocks at infinity I get nothing in return But then why disheartened On the floor of life You are still alive Says the

She’s this girl I met in my young adulthood phase that confused my perception in life and of course, just like what I have said, she did things that annoyed me. I’ve been thinking about all these while I witness the unfinished look of my one-of-a-kind house situated in a one-of-a-kind high land for that one-of-a-kind person in my life. In one fleeting moment, the house in front of me changed gradually, becoming a grass land, slopes becoming uneven once more and there was a single tomb with white flowers on it. I’m back at it again.

Be the real you. -+-+-+-+-(-++-+--+(+-++--++--++--++--- Dear Diary, Today was a very significant day in my life. The day for which I was procrastinating since I was born, the day which dared to change everything for me. The day brought me utter contentment and brutal discomfort. The day when I was weeping and cackling The day which gave me wings to fly and a stab in my back The day which makes me regret it all the time.

I wish I could remember that first day, First hour, first moment of your meeting me, If bright or dim the season, it might be Summer or Winter for aught I can say; So unrecorded did it slip away, So blind was I to see and to foresee, So dull to mark the budding of my tree That would not blossom yet for many a May. If only I could recollect it, such A day of days! I let it come and go As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow; It seemed to mean so little, meant so much;

When I collapse onto the sunbaked concrete of the sidewalk, the silence comes as a sweet relief. One more day. Can I last that long?

I woke up thinking about it and I looked up a recipe. She looked at him. You have days, she said. Days that are the days. Not the same as yours, he said. The day my father died. The day Amara. He said it simply, not to compare, just to say: I know what these days are. I have sat in them. I know the shape. He nodded at the preserve. I found the closest thing. It is not your grandmother's. But it was the closest thing available

I won't be able to sleep at fantasies of you Alone All night girl I think about you all night girl I'll see you when tomorrow comes And I don't know what to say Meeting you on Sunday Waited for this Sunday (How we do how we do How we do uh yeah) Time, please go faster Meeting you on Sunday Only imagined this Sunday I don't think I can sleep at all today I keep looking in the mirror My heart keeps racing I don't wanna say no more Feel like I don't wanna say no more (I know) oh you (I know) make My days like a movie These days, Sunday Day by day, Sunday (How we do how we do How we do uh yeah) A smile naturally comes several times a day Only imagined it, some day But not now, some day I think I

His young voice slowly walked through the words that didn't have any meaning then- not like they did now. "It is not now as it hath been of yore;- turn wheresoe'er I may, by night or day- the things which I have seen, I now can see no more." The tiny flame was barely enough for him to make out the tarred words, but it was just enough to make the freezing nights a little warmer and the sour tasting days a sliver sweeter. The air was musty and tainted, but it was a common occurrence now. "The rainbow comes and goes, and lovely is the rose. The moon doth with delight look round her when the heavens are bare, waters on a starry night are beautiful and fair..."

"Hello, everyone. I am Jeremy Davis, Lily's boyfriend. She asked me to read the following poem that she wrote on her behalf. When the days are like morning and childhood sings, I will remember how your cell phone rings, When moments seem fleeting, and I still believe you'll always be there, Who are you? You are my mom, You won't get to see me preparing for prom, But you will forever, always be mom, When the skies become the night, The morning sun will show its light, I've found the wings of a sparrow that you will soon wear, It's hard to see you when to me, your soul is everywhere, When I miss your camera making a click, The annoyance of saying 'cheese' made me tick,

~BELLUS POV~ The feeling of being alone and unwanted. Why am I living? What I am living for? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It's been 2 days since I got discharged at the hospital and I am doing great, although the bickering and teasing with Pawell and Keith seems fun, it was kind of boring these days, plus the weather was still cold. It was almost my birthday and I can guess that it would turn out to be an ordinary day, maybe my parents would just send me some gifts like before.