This Is Me Poem Novels & Stories

He will come again. I didn't know what to do, should I be happy because my other personality came out and now I can get a proper treatment or should I be sad because my other personality has found himself a mate. And I don't know anything about her. I need to go to the bank to get the money my dad sent me. I am working as a freelancer but I am also getting money from my dad because of my expenses and treatment.

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

She asked as I nodded. "He turned twenty-seven yesterday." She said shocking me. The boy was tall, taller than the both of us, but he looked younger than me!. "Here please drink this. It's herb water that will lessen the pain in your body." She said while she handed me the bowl. I looked at it suspiciously then at her. "Oh come on Hera. If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it with my hands, not poison. I'm a Tasmanian devil, hunting down our prey is our pride not killing it with poison, that's just a disgrace." She stated.

The poem is titled 'SPEAK TO YOURSELF' and it reads thus. ******************************************************* How often do you converse with yourself? How often do you speak to yourself? How often do you listen to yourself when no one is speaking? How often do you minister to yourself? How often do you truly embrace yourself, your pain, your flaws, your truth, your fears... SPEAK TO YOURSELF Say to yourself.... "Though I am shattered and bereaved and I might wither with the wind but like seeds, I can sprout out of the ground, new and better. "

* 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.

I will write a poem and I'll read it to Mom tomorrow," I answered. The days arrived calm and breezing, Everybody was bustling from travelling, Then you came to me without and hesitations, Giving me friendly and adorable expressions. The days were bright and shining for a while, And here you are looking at me with a smile, You always make me a way to catch my attention, Congratulations! You are now my immersion. The days proceeded moody and leaves were falling, Yet you are still there to keep me aspiring, Those sleepless nights that you showed my worth, I thought you were truly down to earth, The days come cold, Same as your heart's constantly changing, You eventually manifested your true col

Even me. * * *

Yet it was still as if she could see me and hear me clearly. And even at this moment, when she stares at me, perhaps wondering who I am and why I am in the hall, I wish she could just study my lips and read all my words in her name; maybe that would help the situation, and I can definitely have her to myself, but she did not, yet I still wrote another poem in her name, and I recited it over and over. Maybe my mom has always been right to call me a loverboy. I love to be able to make sure my woman feels comfortable with me, but I am so unlucky to have met vultures in the past.

"But don't think for a second that I'm doing this for you. I’m doing myself to the fullest now. And if that means using you to get my life back, then start walking, Vane." Jaxson watched her walk toward the darkness of the bus, a dark, amused smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "That's the spirit, Little Bird," he murmured to himself. "Let’s see if you’re still this brave when the fangs come out." As they stepped onto the bus, the screen outside flickered one last time. [New Rules for Level 1: One Bed. One Key. Two Survivors. Let the Game Begin.] The bus doors slammed shut, and the station vanished into a thick, white fog.

I know this is a line you must have heard a thousand times, but I’ll say them any ways. Whenever we bump into each other, I always wish I have enough courage to speak to you but I get stuck with this thought In my head . "how can I compete with all of them? Would she ever give me a chance?” The sight of you today was breathtaking, seeing you smile always is dreams come true for me. I love the way that your eyes sparkle whenever I look at them, the way your lips slide up a bit whenever you are about to say something funny, the way you take charge, and even the way you study in your private time.