Creative Writer Meets The World

I collect the beautiful memories, The beautiful memories of life, The life that is held by me in my heart, These heart memories hold close and dear, Close and dear to the depth of my soul, My soul that keeps on clinging on, Clinging onto the beautiful memories and days, These beautiful memories hold onto my dreams, Those dreams that seem so strong in my mind, I keep on collecting, Collecting beautiful memories, The memories of days, The days of my life, The day when you and I became one, The day when you and I started our life, The day when you became my husband and I your wife, I collect the beautiful memories, The days of my life like when we celebrated Christmas, As Husband and Wife, The moments we got to make and spend, As we did all the holidays together as one, Sharing so many different things together, As we build our lives of the two of us, I collect the beautiful memories, The days of my life that I look back and smile, Th

We travel in this world, Travel on this wheel, The wheel of life that has been given to us, Sometimes it has flatness, Where there are tears, And pain, Sadness and the rain, The hardships without number, And the last strength it takes to get through, Sometimes it is round, With endless possibilities, With endless joy and hope, With endless love and peace, We are all traveling on this wheel, It might look different from here and there, It might look the same from this moment and the next, But we all have different wheels of life, Each person has their length of time on this earth, This circle of a planet that has no beginning, Or an end, There are no stops, The wheel keeps on spinning around the sun, Giving us in this world our seasons, And times of change, And we keep traveling, Traveling on the wheel, This wheel of life, The life of ours that we have for this moment, Each moment is important, We must make the most of this

How do you know that taking one road? Even if it is the one less traveled by, Can make all the difference? How do you know if taking the other one, The one that was more traveled on, Couldn’t have a better feeling, A better meaning, A better hope in the days to come, Knowing that you were following those, That has gone on before? What if the roads were made of blood and tears? What if the roads were made of hurts and triumphs? What if the roads were made of goodness and blessings? Would you have changed your mind than? What if the road less traveled on, Ended up not being what you thought? What if you could have spent time on the other road? Why wouldn’t you want to go back to see the other side, The other side of the two roads that you were on, And why would you be on two different roads to begin with? How can it make all the difference? How can a road relate to one’s life? How do we find the true answer? Can you answer me that Robert

What does paradise look like? Does it have bright lights and buildings around? Does it have peaceful people? Does it have dreams that are fulfilled instead of shattered? Does it have everyone enjoying each other in harmony? Does it have love and peace unlike the world we live in today? Does it have no more pain and sorrow? These questions many can ask about paradise, Many might feel that paradise is just a dream, Something that we fill ourselves with as we go through life, Something that fills the corners of our mind, As we see hurt and pain everywhere that we turn, We seek these questions because we don’t know where to turn, We don’t know the way to the peace and love that we so desire, We don’t know the way to this paradise, What does paradise look like? Do we ever find the true answer to this question? It seems too important to know the reason, The reason behind the life we lead every day, We struggle and twist, We fight and we shake, W