#quarter
''*Well, I've been out walking
I don't do that much talking these days
These days
These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do for you
And all the times I had the chance to...
These days I'll sit on corner stones
And count the time in quarter tones to ten, my friend
Don't confront me with my failures
I had not forgotten them*"
These days by Jackson Browne
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once again, mess with soulful perfection,
the melancholic mood of music & word
making me aching for the sweet sadness
of loss for when one possessed a curvature of
the smooth straight idyllic perfect love
of friends, family & females,
ascending into crescendo,
then the blood letting of
ego, vanity, incorrect priorities,
the hurrying up to nowhere silly manhood,
and Jackson bemoans
"About the things that I forgot to do for you,"
begging please in a daily prayer,
let me be
confronted with my failures,
my children,
I have not forgotten them,
though, they, I,
nor you,
and you too,
have not forgiven me,
nor I,
myself
*and all that is left
is counting time
in quarter tones,
and even smaller, finer
intervals,
to make my punishment for all my
mistakes, go slower, making my time taking
more grievous painful*…
Aug 28, 2025
Aug 28, 2025 at 10:17 AM UTC
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_“Struck is the hour from its ivory tower,
At sixes and sevens, the stars in their heavens,
As minute hands dance at twilight's advance,
To the cadence of time, the archangel’s chime;
Listen closely for me at a quarter to thee,
‘Twixt the tick and the tock of grandpapa’s clock,
Unquicken thine pace, for run is the race,
Hear the pendulum lock, ziccoty, diccoty, dock._”
Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 4:55 PM UTC
satu tangan menutup mata
satu tangan menutup telinga
belikatku bertahan kaku
tiap pijakan pelan, terseok
belum leluasa ku berlari
terpaan gelombang yang sudah-sudah
masih meninggalkan goresan dalam daging
dibantu merangkak, tapi dipaksa berlari
caramu mengenyahkan biru yang masih menyelubungiku
takut
pada lidah sangkalan beradu
bukankah lancang mencipta imaji semu
lalu menggantungnya pada tiang-tiang garam
berharap keras, tak begitu meleset pada manusia
sadar, tak se-Esa
namun jika Bapa memberi
siapa yang bisa menutupnya?
target apa, begitu mendesakkah?
soal pembendaharaan rasa
apalagi rancangan
telah kuserahkan padaNya
aku dungu & tidak mengerti, seperti hewan aku di dekat Bapa. Tetapi aku tetap didekat Bapa; Ia memegang tangan kananku.
Mar 14, 2020
Mar 14, 2020 at 7:48 AM UTC
i was lying on the grass, high off my ***
thinking bout the past, if this life will last
and all that jazz, wondering if i'm going too fast
still trying to figure it out, what my life's all about
the quarter life crisis, i might not be at my nicest
all my friends drive a hybrid but their lives looking vapid
i'm not one to talk, i'm jack with no beanstalk
no golden goose to lay me some eggs
while everyone else says break a leg
i never broke any eggs so i can't make an omelette
but i'm on it i promise. then i ran out of the office
can't deal with expectations, cause i'm still hesitating
so afraid of failure that i keep on failing
it's a ******* paradox. now where did i put my pair of socks?
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 12:14 PM UTC
he exclaimed, she hinted, he nodded and prodded
they giggled and whispered, he retorted, she snorted
he vehemently seethed, she triumphantly screamed
and no one said anything
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 8:36 PM UTC
in a moment of childish insurrection,
i folded a coin in half.
using the godly, hulking, still-sitting vice,
i placed the quarter into its cold palms
with each turn of the rod,
the coin bent.
it rotated, the crushing iron force,
the vice had no emotion, only strength
the coin warped, fighting, a steel bone structure
pushing up against the silent jaws.
i kept turning, changing that reflection of george washington
into an irregular, uneven, foul little thing.
it had lost its value, the quarter
going from the 'almost half a dollar' state
into nothing.
a strange, bent, dismembered corpse
a serial ****** with the body sent to the state
this coin, bent. it had no value
a few cents in nickel or copper, (at most)
but it didn't have any value before;
before it lost its sole purpose,
its existence taken in (george washington's) its eye.
other than the fact that we gave it what it held important
its 'purpose', its 'value'
so much for that
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC
Tonight, as I lay in bed, thoughts playing old memories on rewind - stop & pause at the good moments, fast forward through all the bad - my brows begin to furrow as I ask myself... what if? What if I would’ve decided to go a different college? What if I actually changed my major when I realized I would never be a striving politician? What if I would have not lived for others and lived for myself?
Well, here’s the beautiful thing about what ifs: it’s not the life you’re meant to live. If I didn’t study what I did I never would have met my husband. If I never met my husband I never would have realized I wanted to become a nurse. If I never lived these moments, I never would have found my true destiny. I can’t say I’m happy that it took me so long to find my purpose in life, but when I reflect on my life I now realize the mindset I needed to get to where I am today and not where it was 5 years ago. Unfortunately, life doesn’t wait for you to catch up. Thankfully, I have someone who undoubtedly believes in my abilities to succeed.
Regardless of how long it took to figure out or how long it takes for me to get to where I’m meant to be, I’m proud of the woman I’ve become and am still becoming.
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 3:01 AM UTC
I can see all of the glittering bits of you
deep inside your locket heart
waiting for the key of life that will fit
so perfectly into the grooves that yearn
for adventure and exploration,
needing the complexity that fate has
so mysteriously planned out for your soul,
your restless, tireless soul compiled of
figments of imagination and nostalgia
coalesced in the compartments
that keep you hopeful,
ambitious, and destined for
something more,
something better.
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 1:38 AM UTC
There he sits.
The moon is in the sky,
like clockwork.
His personality changed
from yesterday,
along with his clothes.
Tonight, he's draped in stars
and showing only a quarter
of his wonderful personality.
How humble he can be.
He's playing off the light
of the fireflies
like a violinist from a conductor.
Look at that...he's higher
than the shadow connected trees.
My old friend,
you have a flare for the dramatic.
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 9:00 PM UTC
A part of me wants to see
The world for what it’s not,
A part of me loves to hate
The life that I've got,
A part of me wants to be
An epitome of victory,
The moment people point at me
I try to hide the other three;
Four quarters add to be the
One who’s forgot.
When cruel people laugh at me,
My pride is all I've got;
Cruel people call me mad
But trust me, I’m not.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 3:28 AM UTC
The human is a whole and the whole is in parts
The whole is for God and for you it is in quarts
A quarter you can keep, and the rest give away
The half and the quarter that are left mustn't stay
The half you should save for your better part
So that leaves a quarter for me and my heart
What makes me believe I'm your quarter, you ask
Well something has to account for
Those half unfinished sentences finished by me
Those half erupted laughters joined by me
Those half-hearted secrets whispered to me
And those half eaten rolls and the half drunk juice
You see, I deserve a half but I'll settle with a quart
Because, well I just remembered the 20 rupee note
And the 2rupees returned ignited in me
The generosity you may expect only from your Quart.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 3:15 AM UTC