I will get seconds … twosies. There were also sometimes threesies, and we laughed a lot. On tour everything seemed easier and you could laugh about things you would usually not even think of.
seconds become minutes. minutes become hours. hours become days. days go by so fast. before you know it the year is over. so much has happened and at the same time so much has not.
In just seconds, his entire car was destroyed along with many personal items in his house. The damage was irreversible and the only thing on his mind was how angry his wife would be.
Your eyes flick up to mind, and snagging on my eyelashes, they try to pull away but find it somehow difficult. I’ve had my first bite.
As you finally drag those gorgeous eyes away, that glistening blue like the skies over Mexico, my pulse is calling for seconds.
As the seconds ticked by I couldn’t help but beat myself up inside. Here it was, the perfect opportunity wasted. How many times had I imagined this moment going so perfectly and there it was, slipping away.
there are sixty seconds in a minute. seconds are retarded. This thing is retarded. I wish I had seconds for dinner because I am still hungry. Usually fat people have seconds because they are fat.
I have seconds to go, merely seconds. I spent years feeling like I was wasting time, had too much of it, and needed to waste it. Now, I’ve run out of time. I want those seconds to multiply, over take everything, extend into infinite space and save me.
I really wish I had more seconds that would lead to minutes, that would lead to hours.
I wish I made better use of seconds in my days. I imagine they would appear like rabbits unbidden the moment i felt I didn’t need them any longer.
Sixty seconds in a minute…a minute to breathe, a minute to think, a minute to remember. I will never forget his face, blue face. Blue because of lack of oxygen.
How the seconds tick away, like morphine knocked up on novicane. Bright and light, shining and moaning towards love and death. Oh my love, transposed upon my eyes in some sort of good idea or ephinany if it suits me. Jove himself
why don’t i appreciate the time i have? i need more of it, though. i need a do-over for some things. i put things off and think i’ll have time later, but then time runs out and i wish i’d done it sooner. oh well. i think i’d learn, but it’s like i keep stumbling over the same obstacle over and over again. seconds go by. and by. and still i never learn.
I only have seconds to get this message to you. You should listen, it’s important. They subjugate us and people don’t even realize! You don’t realize! Slowly, subtly, we are all being made slaves. And they aren’t always aware they are doing it to us either.
Wiping tears with the back of her hand, she forced herself up, knowing she had seconds to clean up the mess she’d created before she was caught. Sniffling loudly, she teetered over to the dresser, picking up broken shards and splintered wood that was strewn about everywhere. There was never enough time.
The seconds raced by as we passed each other in that hallway, that corridor of hidden eye contact, the shyness of the smiles behind our lips. We were strangers, on that day, and lovers the next, in that same passageway. There were no seconds between us but years and years, and I can’t fight them off, just as you can’t fight off time, though you try.
Seconds turn into minutes. Seconds pass by so quickly, yet so slowly at the same time. When you anticipate the seconds, they crawl across the time ribbon. And when you don’t want to count in anything bout days, they zip by on a cheetah line. Time is crazy, huh?
what really is seconds? Apparently it is a measure of time, but really, what does it mean? In what context do you use it? What is a second, really? And why the word second, why not another word, like gorungding, or anything else, really?? Why necessarily seconds, what’s so great about it? What’s the elusiveness?
Every second with her is worth a day. Every second my eyes spend in hers is worth a lifetime. The seconds rush by when she’s not around. When she’s here, the seconds expand.
Sitting in the silence of a fading day, the last few rays of sun gently cast their warmth on us. For what little was left, I reached greedily to hold on to just a few more seconds, just an instant more.
Seconds go by
as the train comes to a halt,
waiting for gravity
to slam on the breaks
for me
and toss me into the cargo bin,
send me on a ride
i’ve never been on,
slip me into
a beautiful blue dress,
a bottle of champagne,
and enjoy the train ride.
Second chances are hard to come by. Once you make a mistake or an impression on someone it is there forever. It is hard to reverse. Second chances are tough. Sometimes the seconds seem to go by forever and then I wonder what is going on.
seconds turn into minutes into hours, though you with those seconds would last forever, you’d KILL for those last few seconds, to perhaps say a few more words, they disappear. never to be seen again.
every seconds in our life are very important..do u remember every second what u did in ur life will give consequences wat will happen next in ur future.
seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, measurements, that mean so much to us but our created by us, what does it mean? absolutely nothing. its pointless, and could destroyed by us, but isn’t, why?
You have seconds to react, seconds to decide what you want your last words to be, seconds to decide who to tell your last words to. I hope you can find someone worthy of your words, when these last seconds matter. I hope you’re not alone.
seconds, minutes, hours in a day. but really, what does time mean? it measures life, existence, everything. but what does it really mean? does it really exist? No one knows.
I will get seconds … twosies. There were also sometimes threesies, and we laughed a lot. On tour everything seemed easier and you could laugh about things you would usually not even think of.
seconds become minutes. minutes become hours. hours become days. days go by so fast. before you know it the year is over. so much has happened and at the same time so much has not.
In just seconds, his entire car was destroyed along with many personal items in his house. The damage was irreversible and the only thing on his mind was how angry his wife would be.
in the few seconds that pass from now, ill be wrapped in a blanket of trust that you have bestowed upon me. i will wear my blanket like a medal.
Your eyes flick up to mind, and snagging on my eyelashes, they try to pull away but find it somehow difficult. I’ve had my first bite.
As you finally drag those gorgeous eyes away, that glistening blue like the skies over Mexico, my pulse is calling for seconds.
As the seconds ticked by I couldn’t help but beat myself up inside. Here it was, the perfect opportunity wasted. How many times had I imagined this moment going so perfectly and there it was, slipping away.
there are sixty seconds in a minute. seconds are retarded. This thing is retarded. I wish I had seconds for dinner because I am still hungry. Usually fat people have seconds because they are fat.
drip
like
rain
on
windshields that are broken
just like your promises
seconds became minutes, and minutes became hours. ı couldnt decide where do I began this journey. Everything seem splashed.
time, mashine, man, lose, minutes, hours, 60, sex, life, death, breath,
I have sixty seconds to write about something.
Anything.
As long as I thought about it from the word given to me.
The word was seconds.
Sixty seconds isn’t long enough to write about time.
Nor, is it really long enough to write about anything in particular.
But, this is my first shot.
Let’s see how it goes.
Tick tick tick tick tick. tock tock tock tock tock.
Its 1:25pm and these seconds eat my body up
seconds pass too fast, they turn to minutes, hours go by in a flash. BAM life is over. hello universe, that last second was heaven to me.
I have seconds to go, merely seconds. I spent years feeling like I was wasting time, had too much of it, and needed to waste it. Now, I’ve run out of time. I want those seconds to multiply, over take everything, extend into infinite space and save me.
Seconds past by like hours as she awaited the answer. time as exact as it is never seems to be accurate to the one who is anxious.
I really wish I had more seconds that would lead to minutes, that would lead to hours.
I wish I made better use of seconds in my days. I imagine they would appear like rabbits unbidden the moment i felt I didn’t need them any longer.
Sixty seconds in a minute…a minute to breathe, a minute to think, a minute to remember. I will never forget his face, blue face. Blue because of lack of oxygen.
i wasted so many seconds over you.
while you wasted seconds cheating, lying and playing games.
I want them back you fucking asshole.
seconds are so precious
you’ll never get a second chance
How the seconds tick away, like morphine knocked up on novicane. Bright and light, shining and moaning towards love and death. Oh my love, transposed upon my eyes in some sort of good idea or ephinany if it suits me. Jove himself
why don’t i appreciate the time i have? i need more of it, though. i need a do-over for some things. i put things off and think i’ll have time later, but then time runs out and i wish i’d done it sooner. oh well. i think i’d learn, but it’s like i keep stumbling over the same obstacle over and over again. seconds go by. and by. and still i never learn.
I only have seconds to get this message to you. You should listen, it’s important. They subjugate us and people don’t even realize! You don’t realize! Slowly, subtly, we are all being made slaves. And they aren’t always aware they are doing it to us either.
Wiping tears with the back of her hand, she forced herself up, knowing she had seconds to clean up the mess she’d created before she was caught. Sniffling loudly, she teetered over to the dresser, picking up broken shards and splintered wood that was strewn about everywhere. There was never enough time.
thats how much time I have to pour my sand in to my keys
to erase scares and meander in the deep
a dance in the dark
a silent gesture
fast, slow, running out of time, down to the last, piano keys, invisible hand.
The seconds raced by as we passed each other in that hallway, that corridor of hidden eye contact, the shyness of the smiles behind our lips. We were strangers, on that day, and lovers the next, in that same passageway. There were no seconds between us but years and years, and I can’t fight them off, just as you can’t fight off time, though you try.
Seconds turn into minutes. Seconds pass by so quickly, yet so slowly at the same time. When you anticipate the seconds, they crawl across the time ribbon. And when you don’t want to count in anything bout days, they zip by on a cheetah line. Time is crazy, huh?
what really is seconds? Apparently it is a measure of time, but really, what does it mean? In what context do you use it? What is a second, really? And why the word second, why not another word, like gorungding, or anything else, really?? Why necessarily seconds, what’s so great about it? What’s the elusiveness?
Every second with her is worth a day. Every second my eyes spend in hers is worth a lifetime. The seconds rush by when she’s not around. When she’s here, the seconds expand.
with each passing moment
I grow more and more tired
of you
seems to be dragging
on and on further,
and I can’t get rid of it
Sitting in the silence of a fading day, the last few rays of sun gently cast their warmth on us. For what little was left, I reached greedily to hold on to just a few more seconds, just an instant more.
It takes forever to build yourself up and seconds for you to fall down.
Seconds pass in complete silence. Walking slowly by like a decrepit old man with back problems.
I hate blind dates.
Seconds go by
as the train comes to a halt,
waiting for gravity
to slam on the breaks
for me
and toss me into the cargo bin,
send me on a ride
i’ve never been on,
slip me into
a beautiful blue dress,
a bottle of champagne,
and enjoy the train ride.
Second chances are hard to come by. Once you make a mistake or an impression on someone it is there forever. It is hard to reverse. Second chances are tough. Sometimes the seconds seem to go by forever and then I wonder what is going on.
seconds turn into minutes into hours, though you with those seconds would last forever, you’d KILL for those last few seconds, to perhaps say a few more words, they disappear. never to be seen again.
every seconds in our life are very important..do u remember every second what u did in ur life will give consequences wat will happen next in ur future.
seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, measurements, that mean so much to us but our created by us, what does it mean? absolutely nothing. its pointless, and could destroyed by us, but isn’t, why?
You have seconds to react, seconds to decide what you want your last words to be, seconds to decide who to tell your last words to. I hope you can find someone worthy of your words, when these last seconds matter. I hope you’re not alone.
seconds, minutes, hours in a day. but really, what does time mean? it measures life, existence, everything. but what does it really mean? does it really exist? No one knows.
I love have to have seconds on Thanksgiving. There is something about that meal that requires I eat a second helping.