Poem About The Little Things Novels & Stories

She had a way of reminding him that, at the end of the day, that's what life was all about. It was always about the little things - fleeting feelings and small moments that, in the grand scheme of it all, wouldn't seem so significant, but at the time they felt like everything. The first time you hear a song and you know it's going to be your favorite. When you finish a really good book and, despite the sadness of it all coming to an end, you can't help but look back at the journey with a smile and, if it's really good, you'll be excited to relive it all again. That moment early in the morning when you first come to and the world, for once, feels still and you can finally just breathe.

He asked. I scoffed wondering if he was expecting me and the kids to starve and experience total misery... POEM BY MERCEDES. You are the sun that shines brightly throughout my day. You are the gravity that holds me down in every way. You are the moon that shimmers throughout my night. You are stars that glimmer oh so bright. You are the oxygen that keeps me alive. You are my heart that beats inside. You are the blood that flows through me. You are the only guy I can see.

C H A P T E R 1 4 : W H E N S H E O P E N S U P It comes in ordinary and everyday little things that you learn transform into something extraordinary - like the conversations that made you fall in love; the kiss that transformed a place into something like beautiful oblivion; or a hug that saved you. Love is all the little things they do to make you feel an emotion that makes your heart churn with ecstasy.

Things forgotten suddenly met me when I was asked that time the question my memory couldn’t wield a cut grass, a mercury dime I only held on for was dear life in general— something more present than schoolchildren & the charts they count are no more no less my simple kind: silence felled & human signs felt & this feeling screamed when I wanted to speak about the world we live in & how those prescriptive maths would have kissed happiness in passing, though my views may be wrong, they may even be non-academic since the essence of it all is to patiently wait & watch the lilies grow & remember how to laugh once again on the side of the bridge drinking the everyday from an empty Coke can & while

It looked like her lingerie closet, and that was saying a lot. After a few minutes of search, her index finger accidentally worn a magnificent diamond ring that immediately caught her eye. If was a fucking masterpiece! Unlike most other pieces, it wasn't ostentatious in size or weight. It was actually fairly light, with two crossing bands filled with little stones and converging to a slightly bigger one in the middle. That was is. She couldn't even argue. That perfect little ring would be her prize for the night. It slid to her finger by itself, it wasn't even her fault. She chewed over the idea of wearing it to her performance, weighing the risk.

Somehow, I wanted to think it was all fake and unreal but gladly, they were authentic. I shut down my laptop and changed into comfortable clothes. I was going for a walk after a long time. Might be my last walk in my little town so I planned on savoring every tiny detail of it. I got to the park and sat on a bench. What caught my attention first were the swaying trees. The trees, so caged yet so free. Dancing with the wind but never moving with it. Standing so tall, yet so invisible. I looked at the children running and falling about. They seemed free and cared less about anything in the world, except for their candies and toys and probably, their friends and family.

"No matter what things look like...danger can't be measured by looks alone. I could always hurt you, little songbird. From the moment I asked you to perch at my side and let me feed you. I could've hurt you." "But you didn't," "But I could've. And I still could. Don't get too comfortable little songbird. Don't let your wings rest too much, or you'll forget how to fly away when danger comes."

I sure felt like I was invincible - as long as I had him by my side. Feeling as if I was on top of the world, I dressed back into my pajamas and went to the window, shoving the curtains aside to let the light of the morning shine in. Closing my eyes, I appreciated the way the sun kissed my skin, and suddenly I remembered that it had been so long since I appreciated the small things in life. The life growing inside me, the birds chirping on the apple tree outside our house, their branches ripe with bright green leaves and the promise of bearing fruit once rain fell. I opened my eyes, and opened the window to allow the warm air in, breathing in the air that seemed clearer now that my heart was

Simple Things Jim Brickman Hey, time won't wait Life goes by Every day's a brand-new sky Every tear Comes to dry All that really matters in this crazy world Is you and I together, baby Just remember The first leaves off the tree The way you look at me A thousand chiming church bells ring The simple things are free The sun, the moon, the stars The beating of two hearts How I love the simple things The simple things just are So here we go Let's just dance Teach my soul to take this chance Put my heart In your hands Out of all the moments that we leave behind Turn around and tell me baby We'll remember The thunder and the rain The way you say my name After all the clouds go by

"Everything might not be looking sweet, but you have to be grateful for the little things. And you're growing. You're better than you were before, and things will only go up from here." "I'm grateful for what I have now, and I know the bad side will go away, but I can't help but want to reach this perfect life that I have in my head." I mumbled and drew patterns on my knee with my finger. "And what does that perfect life look like?"