#limited
half way up a mountain
half way down from the top
often its a choice of words
from the only ones you've got.
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 7:44 AM UTC
Time.
Time is unique.
Time is considered infinite,
But it is also limited.
Time is a currency.
A currency you can only spend.
You can never gain time back,
So what you spend it on is precious.
You have a right to be picky
Because your time is limited.
It is limited in a way we do not know.
As if we were all given a bag of time.
This bag is unknown in its depths,
So one day you can reach in
And nothing will be found.
You have a right to be picky.
You have a right to say no.
You can spend time on another
Or you can spend it on yourself.
But choose wisely who you spend it on
Because others may toss your time away.
Time you will never get back.
Time is unique.
Time is infinite,
But it is also finite.
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 3:25 AM UTC
the realm of illusion
not much more illusory than in the physical world
extreme unreliability
impression by the unseen seer
changing forms
glamour
an object seen as it were from all sides at once
the inside as if the outside
inadequate language
frequent reversal
astral light
139
as 931 and so on
capable masters
great hurry and carelessness
all possible forms of illusion
how do i deal with phenomenons like this
few words are needed
death is easier to face than to try and wrap my head around (life)
it's not about seeing correctly, but translating what is being seen
trying to carry my consciousness without it breaking
from physical to astral... and back
possibility of recollections could partially be lost or distorted in the blank interval
experiencing between breaths
the root of this moment to the next
the inevitable now
spirits unfortunately dormant
we'll soon build up the courage
Sep 29, 2021
Sep 29, 2021 at 2:06 AM UTC
I'm a big fish in a small pond
I dream big
I see strong
I dig deep
To find what's wrong
Bring it to the surface
Where it belongs
To be processed
and addressed;
Reclassified
To bring me closer to success.
Jul 22, 2021
Jul 22, 2021 at 3:26 AM UTC
if you spy an opportunity
to help someone change
for the better
urge them to take it on
and offer assistance where you can
be the positivity you wish to see
but at a certain point
you may have to accept them
for who they are
we are all of us, limited in this condition
Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 9:29 AM UTC
with rain kissed plumage
cold in the moonlit expanse
over the evergreens i see below
- - -
i am free
as far as these shackles
will let me be
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 2:36 PM UTC
As a little girl
The world was so large
Within my tiny hands
I spent my childhood
Under the table
Peeking out
From my fort of tablecloths and blankets
The world transformed
Into fantasy worlds and bustling cities
Within my eyes
So young and so innocent
That I wanted to grow up
Now, I am standing
In the middle of this vast world
It grows exponentially with your expectations
Now, I just want to make sure I make it to bed
Before the first alarm hits
Some days I want to crawl back
Under the table
Peek out from my fortress
See those fantasy worlds
Filled with so much possibility
Before reality consumed me
To feel so small, but so fearless
To no longer be limited by the sky
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 1:47 AM UTC
#*Took a shallow breath
From a shallow depth
Narrowed eyes
From the narrow thought process
Living in a well
Limited space, imagination
Little significance
It held in a unfathomable world
A shallow breath, depth
Limited thought process*#
Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 8:24 AM UTC
little move
little get out
everything must be limited
be aware of your friend
do not visit your relative
only lift up your spirit
and show the smile and give
the hope to the new sight
will be shown on the morning
Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 6:56 PM UTC
In times of plenty
I grow fat, dumb and old.
In times of hardship
I find my faults sold.
I sold, for peace,
my heart and soul.
I traded, for war,
my silver and gold.
Peace stole, to turn grey,
my mind and my youth.
War declared their's
the black & white truth.
Still I love, and I hate,
while I win, draw and lose.
Still I'm impatient
to broaden my views.
But when I gain knowledge
the unknown is set loose.
It dawns without feeling
to play a fool's ruse,
On those always patient,
and those with no fuse.
Suns rise and nights fall
in my ocean eye blues.
What limits a world,
both free and unbound?
Where one can be two,
both silence and sound?
Blinded lives without fact;
percieved lives of no faith;
All shake hands in friendship,
no fear for death's wraith.
With & without time
they grasp a new day,
Without & with light,
dark and dark chased away.
I'd give you peace then
and you'd give me my war.
So content we could be,
with less and with more,
With sound, with silence,
with chaos, with law.
We are and aren't infinite,
perfect and imperfect,
One, none and all,
within a flaw.
Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 12:47 PM UTC
A dance of pull and push back
A fist encircling a heart
Clutching, Squeezing
Power on one side
Pleading on the other
Out of control
My stomach feels sick
My mind blank
Grasping toward where you were
Spirling into past comforts
Delusional daydreams
Days become memories as they happen
Irrefutable anger
Violence on the body
A mind of blame and contortion
You lay out boxes I can’t fit into
Telling me to get in
I can’t breathe, but you tell me to melt like water and flow.
All I ever wanted was some pull from you
Acceptance and patience of my becoming
But all you know how to do is push back.
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 2:19 PM UTC
what happened to reason?/
gone with the wind with every changing season/
the seconds between you realize that moment at ease/
finding my way but I've lose the keys/
deep in the sea, deep in the sea/
is it comfort I seek?/
to break through illusions I create?/
am I just teasing my mind with ideas that easily leave?/
the overlapping conversations between my sensations fill the paper/
they fill the spaces of silence
they might even satisfy the eye/
interactivity in the process
no thought can linger for so long, a vessel in disguise/
perhaps I'm just a lie, at peace with what I don't like... what happened to reason?/
a reason for this, a reason for that
a reason to fight/
but all that I don't like.... requires judgement/
a thought follows, but I don't/
too many mistakes have been made under this light/
a war to be settled with the untouchable, with a mirror/
there was never a reason to retaliate with my angels and my demons/
Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 1:42 AM UTC
How do you know
Was it ever enough
What thundered feeling into your life
Did the accepted circumstances ****** you
You were always outside of the limited space
Limited by the imprisoning power of mindless perceptions
How did you know?
Brian Hill - # 228
Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 8:57 AM UTC
I am in the middle of an emotional sea,
Where I look up at the birds up high,
And wonder if I could be as free;
But again, freedom is just a lie.
There is a chasm between what I know and see,
Do we really need wings to fly?
So concerned about what to think, what to be;
Struggling in a limited sky.
- [ ] I don’t trust the thoughts inside my head,
- [ ] I’m a prisoner of my own,
- [ ] I guess I’ll never see the land.
- [ ] When will this cell be gone?
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 3:59 PM UTC
when poetry will die
the apocalypse of the soul will erupt in each of us
my being made of lyrics
will get lost in contemporary illiteracy,
our daily food will be missing from the shelves in the libraries
and virtual pages will replace the smile of the sweet girl from my favorite bookstore,
I will no longer cuddle the book covers made with good taste
and I will no longer breathe stories that hide behind them,
thinking will become limited by a collective sentence
which will swallow me
and devour my last remaining metaphor,
then amnesia will make a nest in me
and I'll beg it never to leave me!
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 6:38 PM UTC
No day goes by without a mistake,
If only I'd told her, and given her my coat,
I'd be some one she can't forsake.
But the words I could not utter, were stuck in my throat
---If all people need love, then why bother with fruitless chasing?
Limited time, but wasteful hearts, for what?
For I know love is not rational, instead felt, it cannot be stopped
So waste no time and lend me a moment---
If only I'd told you then, that cold afternoon,
But love is scarcely spoken by a short-lived buffoon.
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 12:07 AM UTC
In the midst of the pain,
I whisper your name,
My prayer was all about you,
Life and Comfort feels anew.
Your hugs and kisses,
Were answers to my wishes.
But not every wish is true,
Everything we had, I threw.
The mistake I committed,
Is something I have never regretted.
Because I knew you would suffer,
For the burdens I carry, my lover.
Wishes and blessings to you,
I hope you feel the same way too.
Now, I see your new beginning,
You found a love never ending.
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 2:14 AM UTC
I walk blindly through beauty.
I numbly touch its fur.
I exhale its fragrance.
To drift is to be sure.
My vision is cut short,
that of a pin,
sculpted,
chiseled,
cut down.
Brown is my vision,
defined by the words within.
between the two,
I am.
Stability in the binding,
the spine, I bend.
The cover, my beginning.
The back, my end.
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 9:23 PM UTC
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We heal with metaphors.
When the pain comes again it won't be like before.
The wise doesn't just spit but before that you got to be sure.
It's sad how they don't want to learn wisdom but when you do you are labelled as the biggest flop.
One's life is not like an influenza, you can't always have chest pains and cough.
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Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 2:51 PM UTC
i tried hard to write something
not about you
but my thoughts are limited
only up to you
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 2:48 PM UTC
My understanding of today
Is as limited as my life
Live today
As it comes
We have been told and practiced
With devotion
We do prepare for the mundane
But what’s one to do about the unknown
What does it take to be future ready?
Is it the happenings of today
Is it the mistakes of today
That will lessen the burden of tomorrow
As today the lesson was learned
Yet how to prepare for the unknown
Remains a question for tomorrow
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC
in a way time is like a dime,
tails for passing,
heads for gaining,
because time is so limited,
a dime is limited,
so think it as this,
collecting all the dimes may gain you so much time,
but you'll be wasting the dimes,
because you never use them.
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 12:17 AM UTC
i want to create a picture
not with my words
but how one normally
paints a ******* picture
it would be so cool
to be able to use a brush
or a pen or any tool actually
but i cannot ******* do it
so i will create a scene
with my writing to show
what i feel and how i see
because i may not be an artist
but i am poet
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 10:26 PM UTC