Novel & Cerita Your Daily Poem

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.

My heart started to beat fast in my chest. How many times had she seen us at our worst? How much had we hurt her without even realizing it? Feeling overwhelmed, I turned to the next page and found a short poem scribbled in her neat handwriting. It was about stars, rivers, and memories. Reading her words, I felt a sense of peace and calm wash over me. It was as if Val was speaking to me through her poetry, reminding me of the beauty and wonder of life.

She was staying in it. She was choosing it. Every morning at the window. Every evening at the island. Every forty-three seconds. Every ordinary extraordinary day. From here.

No response. “I miss you. I miss you every day and it’s more painful than I can take. Every time I look at your pictures, I feel as though someone is stabbing my heart with needles. I can’t take it. You being in a place where I cannot see or talk to you just tears me apart and I feel like I’m going to lose my mind.” A single tear fell down my cheek. “Just one more day. One day is what I’m asking for. Let me hold you just for one day and I promise it’s enough for me.”

It will happen today, and then all the days after that Because these letters, these poems, and these words Will fight, will break, and change the world Just to make their way to you. Yours always, Ry. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Arrogance befit no man for whatever we have today, won’t be buried with us tomorrow. ~Humeyra. HAMDAN’S P.O.V The last messages I got from Humeyra really messed me up. I didn’t know that I meant so much to her that my death would affect her as much as she said. The poem she wrote to me still lingers in my mind as I recall my heart beating to every word that her poetry entailed. The poem goes as follows:

Immediately he was in the comfort of his fancy car, he sighted a fresh sheet of paper on his dashboard and took it at once. Looking through the front and back pages, Yomi discovered that it was some sort of poem with no name on it, so he decided to read it out of curiosity. It reads thus: How exquisite is this view as I revisit you Words of love begin to write as I sigh in delight The day has only started and my eyes have spilled with tears They have never parted from what lies fulfilled by years God, are you so beautiful and nothing but divine I beg of you to see like me, oh why not redefine

Sandy: Let me live within the moment. Let me feel all that I can. Let me cherish life for all it's worth, With everything I am. Let me see what's right in front of me, With vision crystal clear. And face what's waiting there for me, With no hesitance or fear. May I wake each day with gratitude, For all my life may be. And always feel that wonderment At the world surrounding me. May I welcome any strangers With an open heart and mind.

I think you simply wake up one morning and you understand that it is time to go home and you go. I will know when I know. Until then: tell me about Jo. What she is doing. What she has decided about leaves and pinecones and buttons. Whether she has added words to Mama. What she thinks of the lake. Tell me ordinary things. I have been learning that ordinary things are the ones worth paying attention to. I am not yet good at asking for them. Consider this practice. — F. P.S. Three hundred and forty-one days. I count every morning. Some mornings the number is the first thing that tells me who I am.