Novel & Cerita To This Day By Shane Koyczan Poem

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

in response to the ongoing anti-extradition bill protests a day like this, or the train between us won’t stop - this life is too long, dear tourist - & you know this morning I have to pay the rent too – as you insist that demonstrations at Victoria Park crow an ashfall of a feathered controversy - scarred by heavy clouds – as poetry as a lesson in leaving seems like years – & everyday umbrella seems like months of our days, days of our months always like this sure it’s like this

I want to go to sleep and wake up when it is no longer my birthday. "Can you just shut the fuck up?" Bea groaned. "What?" Shane put his hands up in defence. "I told you—I'm curious!" "Curiosity killed the fucking cat," Bea grumbled back, glaring at him. I tried to zone out, drown out their voices as I continued walking to class. "Satisfaction brought it back," Shane grinned at her before turning to me. "Happy birthday, by the way. I realized I hadn't even wished you yet." My jaw clenched so tightly it felt like it was going to crack in pieces. "Thank you, Shane."

Shane asked I sighed “I told you already, she needed help” “Oh come on, everyone needs help and you don’t offer help” “Well am a good person, I help who I see in trouble” “No, you are not a good person” Shane said “And you don’t care about other people” “Well, I’ve changed” Shane snorted “You? Change, yeah right” “You don’t need to believe me” I said “I thought she was your new toy,” he said “She is beautiful and your type of toy” He added

Koi aansu tere daman par girakar Bund ko moti banaana chaahta hu Apne hothon par sajana chaahta hu. Thak gaya mai karte-karte yaad tujhko Ab tujhe mai yaad aana chaahta hu Apne hothon par sajana chaahta hu... Aakhri hichki tere zaano pe aaye Maut ko bhi shayarana chaahta hu Apne hothon par sajana chaahta hu... I feel those lines were so true..... Thak gaya mai karte-karte yaad tujhko

"After love and fear, there’s pride; After tears, the night; After all the words are gone, A chair with just one light. After memories, the dream That you will come home safe; After sleep, another day Of waiting for my life. After hope, the happiness Of thinking of your love; After moments of despair A stone no thought can move. After all the sacrifice, The hunger and the pain, The passions and the promises, The losses and the gains, There’s nothing but my love for you, Which waits upon the wind To bring you from the barricades That now you must defend." Dylan winked at Noah as he ended his poem and the population of students whammed their hands in appreciation. "That was really nice, Dylan.

“That thing will rip us to shreds before we land a blow.” I lean forward in my chair. “So what's your grand plan, buddy? We sit back and wait for it to come for us? Is that it?” Shane taps a finger anxiously, his eyes closed like he's lost in thought. Seconds later, he drops his head into his palms. “Shit, shit, shit.” “Are you crashing out?” Rakim asks, squinting.

Zendaya walks to the stage and starts to recite her poem. Zendaya ; You’re going to fail at the things you’re sure you’re meant for, at least five times. You’re probably going to get your heart broken four or five more times until you find someone who would stay ,you’re probably going to look for your favorite shoes or clothes everywhere and not find it, even if you do find it, it might be stained with dirts from under the couch that you forgot to clean,you’re probably going to have issues with your friends and maybe never reconcile and even if you do, things might never be the same, it might rain on your out door birthday party ,which is fine because something worse could even happen that d

So, take my hand now when I take yours, We are both heading to the same place. The voices were loud and I had come a long way But to whom do I tell my stories at the end of the day? There seemed to have been someone, waiting… Ah, I'm proud of me and this world I'm creating. -YC We struggle in our own unspoken ways. We scream, we dance. Our hard work pays. We'll be fine. Oh. We'll be fine. We have this treasure chest full of our time. -CJ I slow my feet to a pause and breathe.

he murmured into my hair. “You love it.” He chuckled, the sound vibrating through my chest. “I do.” I closed my eyes, letting myself sink into him. For now, there was no YBA. No revenge and no danger. Just Shane—inside me, around me and mine, holding me like the world could burn, and we’d still be here. Still us.