#span
i just want some quiet
and to stop running from things
want to know what it's like
to hold on to something
for more than seven seconds
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 9:33 AM UTC
Live every day the best that you can
You will never know, how long it will span
Take on each day, with a new and fresh view
See how high you can go, how far you pursue
Don't be afraid, of the scary things in life
They're there for a reason, that reason is strife
If it all was green, you would never know red
Would you even know blue, or just be mislead
Live each day the best that you can
You will never know, how long it will span
Remember this note, it's the same for all
You live many days, but get only one fall
Bran Hill - 2020 # 36
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 9:43 AM UTC
Standing at the launching
of rabid filibustering grenades,
soaring high,
bursting brilliant,
reeking havoc
--chaos like inner city canyons imploding
in on themselves;
--then again--
news breaks of blood
on a naked white girl, and
the memory of them fades...
Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 9:04 PM UTC
to the colouring book
and the maddening imagination
the insistence of the scribes
and the glandular power of our missions
of the dome and the species
the turn of the trickster
and the business being
within our clan
in our hand
in the span of our grind
a product of our natters
is there shared scheme in mind ?
- an inhabiter
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 11:28 PM UTC
Pay Attention!
Who would name their child, "Attention?"
Attention works in the ticket booth
Five cents per entry
Surprise of the Century!
It's crazy inside!
So, Pay Attention
if you want to take a ride.
ADHD
from this you can't hide.
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Methylphenidate
is great!
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Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 3:32 PM UTC
You need no hardware
across the zero’s span.
Only software will do
to land you a full
360-degree run.
A little null punch
but gives you
a colossal rise.
Run around the null
the way to go is digital!
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 5:35 PM UTC
~~
Hidden truths proof the match
When the forms of moon seduced
Beautiful takes further inside
Catch the charms of the earth
Transforming the forms
Cracking in to another
Growing in to others
A form of meditation to move
The Sage to God,
Will be the poet of eternal span
Poems would be the forms of pictures
Be moved to the rhythm of
The waterfalls, rivers, seas-
Would be made of a ****** horizon
Thinking of man's divine desert
Where exists a timeless love,
An infinite light,
As if a celestial tension of stellar
Can take them away from
The center to endless
The known world,
The days whole games of yours and mine
Would be over
Could be broken down all days and nights
Off course be moved from the enchanted earth
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@Musfiq us shaleheen
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 1:57 PM UTC
In a moment or so
Within a short span of time
Everything will change
It’s anxiety
With a little bit of surge in tension an anxiety takes hold of the mind
What will happen now?
What will happen next?
In a moment or so
Within a short span of time
Everything will fall in it’s proper place as per thought prior
As per planned
Expectations
These are expectations
Expectations are built upon expectations when expectations from prior are met.
When expectations from prior are fulfilled.
In a moment or so
Within a short span of time
All the efforts made so far will yield the desired results
It’s hope
It’s hope that keeps everyone working towards the future
With each passing moment
With yet another advancing day,
Very soon that will become part of the present, time passes by
Time flies, however, life continues
With all the twists and turns that happen in everyone's life
With all the odds that come along the way
With all the ups and downs of life
All the highs and lows in life
Life continues
Life does not stop waiting for someone
Life continues as it is
At it's usual pace.
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 5:07 AM UTC
If the Average Attention span is 8 seconds
How do I increase it for studying?
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 9:31 PM UTC
Time dons His thief's mask.
While we count days and hours,
He steals my stopwatch.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 11:52 AM UTC
This hour of the night feeds me pain; I grieve for her, in vein
a river, when she did flow nearer, I floated on, one could hope
only for an ablution, she washed away sedimented pain,
then, in a hurry broke away making waters muddied,
making things unclear, she becomes a rush towards other destinations.
A flower of arresting beauty, a scent never forgotten,
one would be horrified by the thought of plucking her to keep for oneself.
but as one stands watching, she withers, loses color, falls after a while
as a fruit, she entices, eaten by passing avaricious birds
she is reduced to seeds strewn near and far and peeled off skin.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 10:01 AM UTC