Poem About Daily Life の小説・ストーリー

“But I’m having writer’s block at the moment and can’t think of anything.” “Why don’t you write about Addy’s new job?” Shea asked, biting into her bagel. Brooklyn looked thoughtful, then looked at Addy and asked, “Would you mind if I did? It might give you some exposure for the future, too.” Addy nodded, finishing her coffee. “Sure,” she said, standing up. “Let me know if you need anything, but unlike the two of you, I’ve got to get to work. Luckily, I’m only working half a day.”

wouldn't hurt. I may sound pessimistic, but I like to call it realism. Many people come daily with the best words of encouragement anyone could hear, before those words brought me hope, now? Frustration, disappointment, annoyance and sadness. I feel the pressure on my shoulders as if it were my duty to stay alive when the disease gradually degenerates without being able to do anything about it other than follow the treatment to the letter and wait patiently for it to work, and in many cases not even a strictly regimented treatment can ever work.

Everyone is so busy focusing on their own lives. They don’t even give you a single glance because they already forgot who you were and they can do it with the same speed that you can’t. No one is going to ask you about your day and you can live your life without a care in the world as long as it isn’t something that they actually cared about so they never asked in the first place. Nobody will even look at you as long as you aren’t crying or having a panic attack. And if you are still here after they finally do, then they will probably ignore you for several months and maybe even longer because it won’t really change anything, they can just forget again as easily as ever. They will move on wi

"Why don't you see if anything speaks to you?" I wander through the narrow aisles, breathing in the scent of old paper and ink. My fingers trail across familiar names—Plath, Oliver, Neruda—poets I used to know by heart. I pull out a slim volume of Mary Oliver's work and flip to a random page: "Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"

It was about the simple acts of kindness and connection that made life meaningful. As we finished our tea, I felt a deep sense of peace. Today had been a good day, a day that reaffirmed my purpose and filled my heart with gratitude. And as I looked forward to more days like this, I knew that the journey ahead, no matter how challenging, would be worth it. Because in the end, it was all about making a difference, one day at a time.

Is he gone again? I sighed. I get up to get ready for school and the first thing I do is to keep my bed in good condition. Last night, I remember as I fell asleep, he stayed. Guess I need to make myself always ready to accept that God always disappears and comes back whenever he likes to. But what if he is not coming back? I feel an ache in my chest, as if I was suffocated by its bitterness. Come now. Wake up. I said to myself, patting my cheeks. You are both in a different world. And you are just a puny human. Forget about that. Try to change the view and feel someone who is more human.

But when you already see what is inside our house, all you can say is it is in gray scale mode. There is no life, there is no happiness. - - - - - - - - - Mother's POV Laying in this comfy bed, feeling this cool air, and wrapping my body with this thick blanket would not ease the pain I am feeling right now. Death, divorce, death, divorce. These are the two things that are circulating inside my mind. Those are the only two things. My daughter left me, so as my husband. "This is a cursed life," I said between my tears.

#Day 5 Tick tock, tick tock time goes on, but my life is stuck, my brain always going through a turmoil of emotions and storm of bitter memories, but my life has come to a stand still, you know why is that, because no matter how many storm comes, you still stand in the middle of it completely unaffected and rooted to your place, like a fucking stubborn leech, sucking my life out of me. ................................................. #Day 6 Today I looked myself in the mirror, I have wide black shadows under my eyes, I am loosing weight at the rate which will make me extinct from the face of Earth within a month or two. I am alive on sleeping pills which will put me to sleep to give way to

No things, no people , there is nothing permanent in this world. Even we ourselves are not here in this world forever. Every single thing which is being created will come to an end one fine day.The world keeps working on every single day, time keeps passing at each second and so does life goes on.

Water lapped at my feet as I closed my eyes and tilted my face up to the sun. My arms wrapped around my middle, trying to hold all my fragments together. It’s not a bad life, Gemma, just a bad day. Like a really, really bad day.