No matter what happens to you just keep moving don't wait for someone and face all the troubles that come. *a very short life story for motivation
I'd wanted this to come in a poem but my browser thought otherwise, so here we are. Our local communities are going into extinction one after the other. What's the name of this malady?
People think that they know what they want but that the problem they don't know well. They try to make love losing a lot of energy fot it. So when they don't have enough power they just give up and choose to hate which is the easy way to proof...
Wake up! We are in a mysterious world of creation
We even full of questions why we are here
Why there’s sun and the moon and air and everything we sees is a miracle...
“I never loved him,” she said with no sign of remorse or guilt in her voice. She almost sounded emotionless, incapable of feelings. “I just didn’t want to be alone,” she finally admitted with a sigh. Her voice cracking a little at the end.
This is a ferocious roar to all those people who eat,earn,sleep and die! Let us stop existing in the mundane way ...Let us live and make a difference!
What is policy? It’s what you are told to do, by someone of authority, in a specific situation.
What does it mean to see light? It’s just an object displacing energy. Isn’t it?
An attempt on the prompt "Magical Kiss where a sudden change is brought upon."
Thoughts and poems when I feel really down
On my from duty status, now I want to have time on my own
This story is dedicate to the people out there who are going through so much. Please read and stay positive :)
A fat girl who got bullied, depressed finally got her life together for a year. And she finally proofed it to her best friend who always picked on her every single day about something that she just realised that day.
DEAR READERS: Before you read this, turn on this song while reading it along (paste (LINK)>>>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lq2ANOkfsIA
Walking along the white plains, as White as snow.
I retrace my steps and go back to the spot,where I once stood before.
Here comes out my friend from his abode, for whom I have been waiting hitherto....
A monologue of a person who took Frost's poetry as a mantra.