Poem On Daily Life Novels & Stories

I share food For not in food But in your human life I more believe I have little more money I will give what I hold I am at top today within Just a smile away From destiny Don’t break my day Let me too smile From within My way Enjoy sun rise again What joy I have I will give you for free Come enhance life with me Come celebrate this day with me Come celebrate with me May no wound impair me When I go my way Pray or undertake But do love me deep Deep within I won’t falter I won’t halt What light you see outside me Is actually situated Deep within me My smiling face Let me be for praise Life Sun rays We pray We will stay this day Till enemy knocks again Let me smile enough For my face Come enjo

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.

All I wanted was a peaceful day, isn't it? But what I got was a double hell...! Ufh... It's so hard to live in this world...! *********

Life is beautiful but very unpredictable. There would be days when you will have everything and then we're will be days when you will be empty-handed. Life follows no rules except, to cherish what you have today because, in the rule book of life, tomorrow is just an illusion. We work our asses off and do everything thinking that our life is going to change for the better and that tomorrow comes for some people, whereas some people spend their whole life waiting for that tomorrow and some don't even have their life to wait for that tomorrow.

The daily, chosen, unheld staying. The waking up and the east road and the coffee with assumptions and the two amendments and the east garden and the Thursday piano and the pack at full signal and the ridge in all its versions. The thing was the life. The life that she was living and would keep living. Forward, into all its ordinary days. The music continued. She closed her eyes. She listened. The territory breathed. She breathed with it. End of Chapter Twenty-Five.

He felt a bolt of power strike through him, exploding as it branched into his veins and spread like lava throughout his body, devouring everything in its path. Tonight marked the start of a new day, the start of their new lives, and the adoption of a motto from the 'Dead Poets Society' book. 'Carpe Diem, Seize The Day!' and they will from this point forward. They'll live each day as if it's their last.

HA! You only get one life. Follow your dreams. NEVER APOLOGIZE for setting a goal and coming up with a plan to achieve it. I will help you. I promise. If I’ve learned anything in life, it’s that we only get one. Life is short. And no matter how hard you try to soak in each day, today is the only day that’s promised. Yesterday is for memories and learning. And tomorrow is never promised. Don’t live in fear, sweet girls. Fear is a liar that will steal your joy. So live each day with love for others, love for yourself, and faith in something bigger than yourself.

I am a man who plans every step that he takes. I would like to see where I am going and how I am going to get there. Some say live life on a daily basis, I say there is no room for surprises and unexpected things. But lately all my best laid plans have begun to falter. My life has become full of unpredictability, around every corner there are new twists and turns. The truth is that life really doesn't give a shit about you plans.

Her tears at that time falling for me felt like a huge universe gifted my way which I was ever ready as I could be to grasp tight. I was a fucking moron to hurt her time by time. I wanted her with me. Her heartbeats to synchronize with mine. She was it for me and I wanted myself to be it for her. But not anymore. \'''If I were a poet I would write sonnets Dedicating to your beauty with utmost honest! If I were a priest! I would preach your love with utmost sweet! But Alas! I'm none of the above In your world, I am just a wild beast!'''/