Precious little things of life,
little moments we spent together at some point in time,
somewhere prior in our life.

Strange are the ways of life,
since memories are cherished,
moments remembered,
irrespective of the fact that both belong to the same period of time.
Definitely discretion is part of human nature and also part of life.

Life continues along with the same in mind,
moments we spent together at some point in time,
life continues remembering those moments as of now at the present moment in time.

Life continues along with the present moment in time, which very soon will become a thing of past
Life continues from one moment to the next
Life continues from one day of a week to the next
Life continues from one week to next week of same month
Life goes on from one month to next month of same year, so on and so forth.

Life continues
Life goes on
Life remains

The search is for a desire of which once there was a complete desire to get something like this done with regards to what was thought in the mind at that point in time and at that moment.
As of now at the present moment in time in the present, the same desire seems to have settled down.

Definitely time and tide waits waits for none and so does life, which continues to move ahead along with the passing moment in time.

Life continues
Life goes on.
Life remains.
Life follows with regards to what happened prior at some point in time in life, somewhere around in the past.

A life long lived is a life filled with nothing but emptiness,
A life well lived is a life filled with exotic wilderness.
A life complete is a life well nourished,
A life with love is a life filled with fresh water.
A life with joy s a life filled with intoxicating perfumes of fresh flowers,
A life filled with expeditions is a life filled with hope.
A life filled with hope is a life well lived,
A life filled with graciousness is a life filled with extravagances.
A life filled with mercy is a life filled with joy.
A life filled with extravagances is a life filled with expeditions.
A life filled with fresh water is a life filled with graciousness.
A life lived in an exotic wilderness is a life that is complete.
A life that is well nourished is a long life that is filled with fulfilment.

Life..

Life is such a funny thing with so many forms. with the roller coaster ride of emotions. The internal desire to be loved. To be wanted. To feel like you have a purpose in...
Life.
One second you feel like the world is at your finger tips. Nothing will bring you down and nothing can stand in your way...then
Life.
It’s so ironic that so many people lived just to die. And so many people died just trying live..
Life.
When life throws you lemons, you make lemonade...that’s what they say.
But what if you can’t find water or sugar?
Most people..most people don’t make lemonade..most people just get a sour taste in their mouths when the take a drink of  this..this..
Life.
We  don’t like the taste so we drink something we think will make us happy but still use the lemon juice as a chaser to the things that we truly enjoy and just maintain that bitter, sour, unwanted taste..
Life.
Those little things that we find so minute and insignificant are all of the sudden what we are trying to hold on to as we watch them slip through our fingers because this happens it’s just...
Life.
When things start to fall apart a little at a time..the promotion went to someone else..you’ve started to gain a few pounds..or worse..you lose someone you love either by Life’s cruel older brother or worse yet..to someone else’s...
Life.
Don’t let life pass you by..that’s what they say..all the while more and more distractions fill up your line of sight and start to eliminate your vision of what this life is supposed to be like..if I only had that..
Life.
that grass on the other side looks pretty green..until you see that it’s been painted and really it’s an ugly mess of thorns just disguised as roses. Cliche as it might be it’s true, you just don’t realize it until your hands and your heart are already scarred.
Life.
One day life will get better..that’s what they say..but why? Why does life always have to get better? I don’t think life can get better than what you have it’s just about how you perceive what life is..it’s enjoying what you have while you have it and not just living in the moment but in the moments. Plural. For life cannot be summed up in just one single moment..
Life.
It’s like a drug...you experience the “best days of your life”...and you chase that high..that sense of euphoria from “the best days”...always wanting to live in the past so you end up tripping and falling over your future..
Life.
Life is full of memories. Memories are important..without them you’ve learned nothing..but living wanting to be in the memories as great as they may be only hinders you from living in the moments..not to say you forget..if you forget the good you will only know the bad..if you forget the bad you will not know how to cope with being hurt..if you forget them both you will not know how to live this..
Life.
To summarize what Life is..it is a wild ride..you laugh you love you cry you hurt you sing for joy you scream for more all the while wishing you could have or could’ve...
Life.
A rambling novel full of endless pages of empty words and broken promises sprinkled with moments of indescribable joy and happiness..those are the moments you hold onto those moments where you think “this..this is the life” and everything else seems so small..this is what it’s made of..this is..
Life.

What is Life?

Life is getting out of bed tired this morning, snailing to the bathroom, and finding out that my sister has left the top of the toothpaste ***** again. Life is drinking orange juice with that toothpaste taste still in my mouth.
Life is driving to school and missing the right ramp to get off of the highway.
It is cussing loudly in an empty car.

Life is coasting down the highway in between two huge, Moses-parting-the-red-sea, concrete walls.

It is reminiscing about magnificent popsicles from the ice cream man.
Life is realizing how ***** the ice cream man’s van really was.
Life is being that one kid whose dad bought him a pink bike at a garage sale.
Life is losing the reader before the poem even began.

Life is “Santa clause is real but not in the way you thought he was.”
Life is always being too obvious or being inscrutable.
Life is having a correct answer on a test then changing it.

I look out the window and see the night sky —millions of blinking glass shards on black pavement.
Life is craving to drive on that endless milky road instead of the road you are driving on to get to your school at three o’clock in the morning.
Life is driving an extra ten minutes because you missed that exit on the highway.
Life is the High School Cafeteria.
Life is your best friend who stabs you in the back.
No it’s not, life is like not having any best friend in the first place but telling your parents you do.
Life is arriving at school and entering through a pre-opened window in the dark then climbing through the vents in order to break into the math office to steal the semester exam answers.
Life is stopping - and turning back at the last minute and driving home to probably fail the test and class the next day.
Life is the divorce rate in America.
Life is the same boring start of a line over and over again.
Life is people politely nodding and saying “Yah” even if they couldn’t understand what you said.
Life is teens throwing handfuls of coins at each other’s (parents’) cars for fun at the stop light before getting on to the highway.
Life is the beggar watching them from the side of the street in the cold.

Life is not noticing that there are a lot of cars on the highway at this time of night.
Life is driving home at four o’clock in the morning.
Life is imagining your warm bed while you drive.
Life is breathing more slowly.
Life is the mellow rhythm of the highway humming underneath your wheels.
The music rocks on “Life is life, na na na na na.”
Life is soul-stirring music making you tired.
Life is a small brook bubbling silently through some far away woods.
Life is closing your eyes while driving for only three seconds.

I **** my eyes open just as sheets of heat from the air conditioning cover my body.

Life is the confidence that you can stay awake with your eyes shut for longer this time.
It is closing your eyes for 6 seconds. Then another 6 seconds.
Life is the reader knowing that you will close your eyes for 6 seconds a third time. It is them reading on excitedly.
Life is splattered all over the side of the highway.
Then life is the traffic flying past the spotless side of the highway the next day.

“What is life?”

Life is the disappointing last line of a poem.

My friends have friends
Friends they turn to
Friends that turn to them
My friends have a best friend
Friends that hang out all night
Friends that laugh until their last breath
My friends have friends
So where does that leave me?

Lonely and empty
Envious and yearning
Jealousy churning

My friends have friends
My friends dont need me