Novel & Cerita Poem About Me

After he r mum left she decides to go outside and water the flowers. She takes a bucket and goes outside with a bucket full of water,as soon as she steps out,a neighbor Mrs Ney was busy with her flowers too.Good morning ma'am Lucinda says ,morning Lucinda how are you?when did you come back.I am ok ma'am she smiled I came back yesterday oooh how is work?Work is fine thank you.Lucinda is one of the people who don't like sharing their life activities, she carries on watering her flowers and plugs in her earphones and starts singing loudly.Mrs Ney's son comes out with a bottle of water in a T-shirt and shorts good morning mum ,morning Dray how are you?I am fine mum wanna do my workout outdoors t

With that we talked through the night . There are times that you would close your eyes, Those special memories of me will always bring back a smile, Calling my number repeatedly but with no response , If only you could have me back for just a little while you would say ,When I fade like the shadow of moon or like the whispers of the sea, The times of pain and the days of sorrow ,Miss me a little but not too long ,I want no cries, why cry for a soul gone to a better place, a home built with gold ,The time when living feels like dying ,Miss me but let me go , When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me , Miss me but let me go , For this journey is one we all must take , Bury

I feel this is my mind imitating is voice and I say. "Jayden, you don't know, I like you. I like you so much, and cannot tell you, you're more handsome than this ugly duckling, me. And also, now, I got to know your family status is as this, you're not for Me." My face twitched. "I will pray for so much money next time I come to the world so, you can like me." I say, some small romance imagination starts to feel my heart. How would it be, me and him, in a picnic, and I will feed him with my bare hands.

I close my eyes as my heart fulls with pride and happiness Thank you Kendra Are the last words I say to my saviour. The end

My father always said that the wilderness lives in me, bringing storms and raging winds through my skin for the world to feel. So I become the wilderness itself. I gather all my strength, all the storms inside me, all the blizzards and wind. The feel of power rise in me, energy filling my body once again. I jump to my feet, ignoring the crushing pain in my left thigh and brace myself for what I am about to do. I will most likely get instantly killed by this fucker, but it's better than all of this shit. And well, I do a lot of stupid shit when I'm angry. So, going against all my instincts, I bare my teeth, push myself forward and jump on blue eyed monster to rip his throat out.

Thank the Gods that I don’t have to go through that hell anymore. I just didn’t care about anyone anymore and slowly they all forgot about me. That’s fine. I may be a broken mess but I’m still here. Still painting my heart out. But in my gut, I know I could and should do better. I always feel like there is more. Like I am only seeing the cover of my own book. I just don’t know how to open it.

She asked I suddenly remembered the small poem in the book I have shared with Lea "Think of me, our time might come to an end. In a blink, you might be blind to see me." "I am on the brink of the cliff, can you catch me? I am shrinking, will you see me?" "In a wink, there's only one eye. In a heart, there's only one side" I haven't given attention to it but, it did affect me. Little did I know, it was the end

In anticipation, that one day you will see me. The world surrounds you for your outer beauty. But look through my eyes and you will see a different story. (The poem is not mine) India. My mate. My love. My soulmate. I know something very bad has happened to her. Very bad memories are imprinted in her heart, which are like a scar in her life.

* 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.

You may be waiting for someone to stir up feelings; But if this other side goes even to the other end of the world, this poet will remain in your soul. You get fired from your job, a disgraceful thing, you give your papers, you leave work feeling broken, you feel like you are nothing. Now tell me, where is this feeling in the documents you carry? It doesn't exist, that's right. And again, you are the one who carries the feeling inside you. We go to work every day, carrying the possibility of the feeling of 'I just fired'. We all meet new people, and we all carry the feeling - "I'm in love".