Novel & Cerita Poem About Daily Life

Coming to this point, the man stop writing, look at her, and asked, "Now choose, what life do you wish to have?" Raizel thinked of it and asked herself, 'what are the things that lead to me and my family's death? Who caused it?'. It's not long before she find an answer, 'was it Chaster? No. My father? No. So was it me? I guess it's me. If only... If only I lived an Ordinary Life. Maybe we continue to live happy 'til today. That's right! Since it's a mistake to live a life beyond ordinary, then in my next life, I would like to live an Ordinary Life'

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.

After all, I’ll get made up at the shoot, but still. No one needs to see this face without makeup. It’s not pretty. My car roars to life as I pull out onto the street. Directions. Crap. I pull over on the side of the road, check my email, and put the destination into my GPS. Thank fuck for GPS. The traffic is slow-moving downtown, and I take my tapping foot off the brake. Why does everyone feel the need to be somewhere on a Wednesday afternoon? Don’t they have work to do? Don’t they realize the importance of this shoot?

After Dunley had had a few drinks down his gullet, inspiration struck him right away, prompting him to recite a poem loudly on the spot. "From our ranks the storm and cloud unfurled; one step taken into the martial world, and time like wind drives every boy to man. Empire and power? A laugh, a passing plan. For life itself is but a drunken blur, a fleeting dream no heart can hold for sure.

Small enough amounts that Lewis never looked twice. Two months' rent if she was careful. If she found work. If nothing went wrong. What if nothing goes right? She pushed the thought away. One day. She just had to survive one day. The tea was terrible — too strong, no milk, no sugar. She drank it standing at the window, watching Edinburgh wake up. A man with a dog. A cyclist in a yellow jacket. A woman pushing a pram, head down against the wind. Normal life. This is your life now, she told herself. This is real.

The wind that blows stops for no one, Like unfettered dreams, boundless and free. This spinning earth won't ever forget you. Each new day dawns just for you. A brand new day peeks from my heart. Awaken Oh, my soul Seize the day in your hands. And spread your brand new wings. Little by little, life's burdens start to weigh. With each new dawn, the longing heart pines away, As the days fly by, desires lay in wait

The week came by passed by a blur, everything get's back to it's normal day, I am still the new girl and everyone seems like watching at me every move I make. Calvin didn't stay with me longer than usual and Courtney stay with me to keep me company, but since we're in different level, we don't see much and I usually spend my time in the library, reading and doing my assignments, sometimes researching or playing chess with myself.

Damn dude. Getting out of the room, I answered his cyclical question. “Because someday isn’t tomorrow nor even next year or next decades. Because I am planning to be and I am going to survive as I could be.” I’m poor not just broke, I haven’t tasted the most delicious food in our town, haven’t travel enough, or experience the best of life. So poverty won’t be enough to push me to grave. I will survive this, I will live.

Sharing all those thoughts with him felt special in some ways I couldn’t understand. “I wanted to see all of it before I shut my eyes forever. I know I am stupid, and you can laugh at me. But that was the only thought that came to my mind. That was the only thing I desired from the depth of my heart. To live a sunny day. To tear these grey and black clouds and discover what was beyond this night. But this can’t be my purpose for living because I know ‘day’ is a myth and night is the truth — the reality.”

I made coffee the way I liked it - strong, with too much sugar - and sat by the windows watching the neighborhood wake up. A young couple walked by holding hands, both carrying art portfolios. A elderly man walked his dog, stopping to chat with neighbors. A woman about my age jogged past in paint-splattered clothes, probably heading to a studio job. This was what normal life looked like. Not crisis management, not corporate drama, not hiding from dangerous people. Just regular humans going about their daily business, pursuing their own dreams, living their own lives. I wanted that. I wanted to be a regular person with regular problems and regular joys.