Calming and Quiet. I breath in the deep cold air that surrounds me, and the spinning fan above me calms my racing heart. My head is drown in a sea of thoughts on an ocean under attack.
there’s a place here and now where i hid myself, burrowing away under the duvet, and i chose to focus on the past. the future is uncertain, and the present a constant worry, but in that past, like a shell, i could hear into the changing tides of my life and smell the sea-salt of who and what i once was.
now is nonexistant. there has never been a lasting now. all now eventually is the past and the future is now and now, it’s not. life moves on. the earth turns. we die. now is not forever, and forever is not now.
now is the present. Now is the moment one lives in. it’s always now or never. one of the songs I like is also right now now now. Now makes a poetic effect and is used pretty often.
Just now. Your a seconds late. Time is like a backwards bomb. Counting from the beginning, up. Saying now, soon is your pass. The nearest of passes. It sounds presently but its for the second its stated, then time goes on. So, starting now, soon will be that time, instead of this time. And now your bomb will keep ticking until now is gone.
Now im sitting here…wondering if now will be a memory i hold if now is a moment i would have dreaded or hoped for…now is strange…now is lonely…now is alright…
Is now a memory i will remember, is now something i was dreading or hoping for in the past? Now is gone and here and coming now i sit and take a breath..
Every time you think of now, your a second late. Time keeps going. Like s backwards bomb. Ticking and ticking away. Now is gone. It may sounds presently, but it’s really something in the pass. The nearest of all passes. And yet, everytime it’s stated how fast do you think now, isn’t now? And that’s the beauty of time. The bomb doesn’t explode until now us your now.
Here and Now
To live in the now
Is not to know how
It’s to know how not
How not to live
How to not love or forgive
To write in the now
Is to learn how
To start with the bow
And move to the play
To love and to laugh
Every Single Day
Here and now
To live in the now
Is not to know how
Its to know how not
How not to live
Or love or forgive
But to write in the now
Is to learn hiw
To start with the bow
And move to the play
To love and to laugh
Every Single Day
Now is where im stuck. Somewhere swimming between the past and the future. Stuck in the neverending uncertainties of life. I dont know where Ill end up, but now, now is the time to live. To laugh. To love.
the present moment is the important thing in our life. all the sages wanted to teach us only one thing that is to live in the present moment, now. so it is the important word in our life. the present moment is the only time that we have. it is the true asset. what you sow is what you reap.
My hand shook as I raised it to reach his face. “What about now?” I ask my voice cracking through the tears.
“Now I leave. Sorry dear, but I never loved you,” He responded a cruel smirk on his face.
Now the crickets hide in the dark and the grass. Now candles on a cake falter and are blown out. Now someone runs with all their might, with no destination. Now the world stops for some, now it leaves us behind, now it forces us ahead.
There is no time like there is now.
Yesterday came and now it’s gone.
What does that mean for tomorrow?
or the day after that?
Knowing that today will affect what happens next?
We must stop thinking of what we need to do.
Just follow our hearts and do what makes us happy.
I want you here now. I want to kiss you now. I want to see you now. I want to feel you now. I want to hug you now. I want to make love to you now. I want to cuddle with you now. I want to fall asleep with you now. I need you now. Love me.. now. Please?
I am fire, looking at you in my mind. My thoughts paint your face, happy and whole. I think about your smooth brow, dimpled chin, old eyes, bright skin. You and I see you so differently. Now I know.
who even knows who I am now. not me.
I could be Titania, fairy queen, fluttering dream. who knows?
now I am Bathsheba, shimmering queen, breathing in the air. who cares?
now I live.
now. this moment. Though, the screaming of all of my thoughts of my past will seem to drown the future, you now have to power to let all of it go. now. now, its the time. be free from what has happened before. a clean slate. now.
Now I am young.
Now the world rests at my feet.
I laugh, I sing.
The moment is king.
Now,
I am waiting. Remembering. The happy inbetween.
Now is the moment.
Alive.
Now. Now.
now i need to get on with life. i need to love everyone and stop with the negativity. now. now is the only time now. now is the best time of day. i love now. just be in the now (punny) yeah. think about now.
i hate myself. i need to stop this bad habit which is only destroying me. such a short sighted behaviour that i manage to control at times, for short or longer periods. tomorrow is a new day and hopefully things will change. oh how i hate “now”.
Now is the present. It is the time where the past and future meets. Now is when it’s time to do something, like changing the world or helping someone in need. Now is when you have no time to finish something.
Now is the time, I realize, and stand, the vinyl seat cover sticking to my legs, a little painfully ripped off I get up too fast, too nervous, drop my pen. “Hey! HEY! Wait! Just a quick question!”
She sat down on the yellow wooden chair in the center of her old bedroom. Her window wide open, yawning from the Sunday sun, white curtains billowing in the breeze. The pink flowers that bordered along the stitching opened up their mouths and began whispering poetry into her ear.Telling her to swim to Never land by way of Atlantis, riding on the backs of mermaids, and old pirate ships to Narnia, jumping into story books and falling into wonderland. All she wanted to do was run, run, run, fists clenched, knees bent, eyes closed, feet hitting the pavement harder then she ever thought possible, away from the trip life was about to take her on.
But she was too old for childhood games. She knew that from this moment on, life would always let her down. Her dreams were too big, her lust too strong, for something that everyone else seemed to abandon so easily. It seemed she couldn’t outgrow her favorite pair of light-up running shoes, or let go of her mothers warm embrace when monsters threatened to pull her under the bed. She couldn’t bear the thought of never spending another night in the tree house she made with her father when she was ten years old, or
building snowmen with the neighborhood kids, and feeling like you could somehow change the world if only you convinced your parents to sponsor a child on Christmas morning. She knew what she was supposed to want, but couldn’t seem to muster up the courage to completely abandon her idealistic daydreams.
So she began lusting after the written word. The way she could transform single letters into entire realms of fantasy, made her salivate like a newborn baby hungry for its mothers milk. She rarely even noticed the emptiness of her stomach, it was worth missing a meal or two here or there.
Reading one reminded me of the call. An hour or so ago, but I still feel it. She’s leaving and that’s that for now. It wasn’t anything romantic, but she was one of my closest friends these past months. And her breaking voice infected me, and now I’m feeling the heartbreak too.
Now is nothing but an illusion. It is a fleeting moment in time, suspended between the past and the future. Now is nothing but a word written at the top of this screen. Now is flying right past you as you’re reading this line.
The moment, the present. The roaring plane in the sky above, and the echoes of an old Batman movie float through the air, not breaking the mood of a tranquil summer, but making it more real. The modern idyll, with its modern sounds is what is comforting now.
Calming and Quiet. I breath in the deep cold air that surrounds me, and the spinning fan above me calms my racing heart. My head is drown in a sea of thoughts on an ocean under attack.
there’s a place here and now where i hid myself, burrowing away under the duvet, and i chose to focus on the past. the future is uncertain, and the present a constant worry, but in that past, like a shell, i could hear into the changing tides of my life and smell the sea-salt of who and what i once was.
now is nonexistant. there has never been a lasting now. all now eventually is the past and the future is now and now, it’s not. life moves on. the earth turns. we die. now is not forever, and forever is not now.
now is the present. Now is the moment one lives in. it’s always now or never. one of the songs I like is also right now now now. Now makes a poetic effect and is used pretty often.
Then. Now. Now. Then.
It’s still the same.
It’s always the same.
Always.
Now. Then.
Then. Now.
It’s not about our past, it is depending on who we are in the present, who we are now.
Now, now! Do it now! living in the here and now. No time to think just make it work now.
Just now. Your a seconds late. Time is like a backwards bomb. Counting from the beginning, up. Saying now, soon is your pass. The nearest of passes. It sounds presently but its for the second its stated, then time goes on. So, starting now, soon will be that time, instead of this time. And now your bomb will keep ticking until now is gone.
Now im sitting here…wondering if now will be a memory i hold if now is a moment i would have dreaded or hoped for…now is strange…now is lonely…now is alright…
Is now a memory i will remember, is now something i was dreading or hoping for in the past? Now is gone and here and coming now i sit and take a breath..
Every time you think of now, your a second late. Time keeps going. Like s backwards bomb. Ticking and ticking away. Now is gone. It may sounds presently, but it’s really something in the pass. The nearest of all passes. And yet, everytime it’s stated how fast do you think now, isn’t now? And that’s the beauty of time. The bomb doesn’t explode until now us your now.
Here and Now
To live in the now
Is not to know how
It’s to know how not
How not to live
How to not love or forgive
To write in the now
Is to learn how
To start with the bow
And move to the play
To love and to laugh
Every Single Day
Here and now
To live in the now
Is not to know how
Its to know how not
How not to live
Or love or forgive
But to write in the now
Is to learn hiw
To start with the bow
And move to the play
To love and to laugh
Every Single Day
Now is where im stuck. Somewhere swimming between the past and the future. Stuck in the neverending uncertainties of life. I dont know where Ill end up, but now, now is the time to live. To laugh. To love.
I am in the moment now! Experiencing the my thoughts, feelings.
the present moment is the important thing in our life. all the sages wanted to teach us only one thing that is to live in the present moment, now. so it is the important word in our life. the present moment is the only time that we have. it is the true asset. what you sow is what you reap.
My hand shook as I raised it to reach his face. “What about now?” I ask my voice cracking through the tears.
“Now I leave. Sorry dear, but I never loved you,” He responded a cruel smirk on his face.
now is the time to move on. I just cant keep living like this, being with someone who doesnt put the equal effort into our relationship. im sorry.
Now the crickets hide in the dark and the grass. Now candles on a cake falter and are blown out. Now someone runs with all their might, with no destination. Now the world stops for some, now it leaves us behind, now it forces us ahead.
now or never!
There is no time like there is now.
Yesterday came and now it’s gone.
What does that mean for tomorrow?
or the day after that?
Knowing that today will affect what happens next?
We must stop thinking of what we need to do.
Just follow our hearts and do what makes us happy.
Just now I had to look my mother in the eyes and tell her that I was molested.
Just now I regret telling her.
Now what?
I want you here now. I want to kiss you now. I want to see you now. I want to feel you now. I want to hug you now. I want to make love to you now. I want to cuddle with you now. I want to fall asleep with you now. I need you now. Love me.. now. Please?
Now is such a wanting word, a quiet desperation of thirst for the needs and wants of the human mind.
I am fire, looking at you in my mind. My thoughts paint your face, happy and whole. I think about your smooth brow, dimpled chin, old eyes, bright skin. You and I see you so differently. Now I know.
who even knows who I am now. not me.
I could be Titania, fairy queen, fluttering dream. who knows?
now I am Bathsheba, shimmering queen, breathing in the air. who cares?
now I live.
now. this moment. Though, the screaming of all of my thoughts of my past will seem to drown the future, you now have to power to let all of it go. now. now, its the time. be free from what has happened before. a clean slate. now.
Now I am young.
Now the world rests at my feet.
I laugh, I sing.
The moment is king.
Now,
I am waiting. Remembering. The happy inbetween.
Now is the moment.
Alive.
Now. Now.
now i need to get on with life. i need to love everyone and stop with the negativity. now. now is the only time now. now is the best time of day. i love now. just be in the now (punny) yeah. think about now.
i hate myself. i need to stop this bad habit which is only destroying me. such a short sighted behaviour that i manage to control at times, for short or longer periods. tomorrow is a new day and hopefully things will change. oh how i hate “now”.
Always slipping away, like a stone treading water with infinite inertia.
Now is the present. It is the time where the past and future meets. Now is when it’s time to do something, like changing the world or helping someone in need. Now is when you have no time to finish something.
Now is the time, I realize, and stand, the vinyl seat cover sticking to my legs, a little painfully ripped off I get up too fast, too nervous, drop my pen. “Hey! HEY! Wait! Just a quick question!”
Now neve comes, because if it did it would “I have to leave you now” or “Now I can no longer carry on without being loved” or “No, not now”
Memories. Scars. Nostalgia. Images. Faces. Blurring. Reminders. Regrets. Ignorance. Naivete. Bliss. Happiness.
Now, that is all in the past.
She sat down on the yellow wooden chair in the center of her old bedroom. Her window wide open, yawning from the Sunday sun, white curtains billowing in the breeze. The pink flowers that bordered along the stitching opened up their mouths and began whispering poetry into her ear.Telling her to swim to Never land by way of Atlantis, riding on the backs of mermaids, and old pirate ships to Narnia, jumping into story books and falling into wonderland. All she wanted to do was run, run, run, fists clenched, knees bent, eyes closed, feet hitting the pavement harder then she ever thought possible, away from the trip life was about to take her on.
But she was too old for childhood games. She knew that from this moment on, life would always let her down. Her dreams were too big, her lust too strong, for something that everyone else seemed to abandon so easily. It seemed she couldn’t outgrow her favorite pair of light-up running shoes, or let go of her mothers warm embrace when monsters threatened to pull her under the bed. She couldn’t bear the thought of never spending another night in the tree house she made with her father when she was ten years old, or
building snowmen with the neighborhood kids, and feeling like you could somehow change the world if only you convinced your parents to sponsor a child on Christmas morning. She knew what she was supposed to want, but couldn’t seem to muster up the courage to completely abandon her idealistic daydreams.
So she began lusting after the written word. The way she could transform single letters into entire realms of fantasy, made her salivate like a newborn baby hungry for its mothers milk. She rarely even noticed the emptiness of her stomach, it was worth missing a meal or two here or there.
my time is now. to pounce on my dreams. my time is now. don’t stop me.
you will regret it.
Reading one reminded me of the call. An hour or so ago, but I still feel it. She’s leaving and that’s that for now. It wasn’t anything romantic, but she was one of my closest friends these past months. And her breaking voice infected me, and now I’m feeling the heartbreak too.
Now is nothing but an illusion. It is a fleeting moment in time, suspended between the past and the future. Now is nothing but a word written at the top of this screen. Now is flying right past you as you’re reading this line.
The moment, the present. The roaring plane in the sky above, and the echoes of an old Batman movie float through the air, not breaking the mood of a tranquil summer, but making it more real. The modern idyll, with its modern sounds is what is comforting now.