There was nothing left to be said, just another minute wasting away while we waited and our breaths became shorter and our eyelids fell heavier and the sleep we craved was denied. But that was our lot, it was the price we had to pay. Noone could’ve replaced us in this chore.
It only took a minute for her to realize how impossible it was to forget him: his easy laugh, his lingering touch, his slow smile. One minute was all it took.
i’ve already been typing for minutes. time is so ambiguous, a minute is a lie. a minute was created to accompany all other measurements of time, to control the masses. the minutes are a supplement to progression, the progression of those who do not wish to live in the very present minute in which they exist. the minutes are a ticking time bomb.
I believe I only have a minute to write about a minute? And i feel like I’m the only one that actually just writes whatever I’m thinking instead of some drawn out story or a poem…. But maybe that is what comes from some people at the spur of the moment. If so,I wish I was that creative. I’m listening to music and it’s distracting….
You only have a short amount of time on this earth, and you should cherish every minute you have, and keep every precious memory close to your heart, because when you die, the only thing that really matters how youve used your time on this earth.
There’s only a minute or two left in this world to give it all you got. So take the last minutes you have and use them for the best. Use your minutes to help people, to save someone, to do something good for once. Don’t waste them! They’re priceless! Don’t think for a second that you can just sit around and wait, don’t wait to go after your dreams, don’t wait to tell the person you love, that you love them. Do it now! Appreciate what you got in this minute! :-)
There is one minute to write about the word minute, and that one word is a nusicance. In Physics anyway. Everything needs to be in hours, or more likely, seconds.
in a minute all will be lost, everything that you dream of now and feel now will be gone forever. and the funny thing about it is it never occurred to you that you could lose this feeling while it hit you like a steamroller in the moment. gone forever, each minute carefully handles you toward the next like a game of hot potato with your heart.
a minute.
i can so so much in a minute if the topic is good enough.
if it makes me feel enough.
if my heart is in it enough.
or i can say nothing.
no words come to mind.
i’m blank.
in a minute, everything can change…what you thought and what you wanted changes drastically. a minute is the difference between life and death, the difference between sleeping and waking up..make every minute count.
well. i have one minute to right about a minute. how interesting. it takes a minute to do so many simple tasks. it takes a minute to make popcorn. yummmmmm. think about the last minute you’ve ever spent with someone. my last minute was spent hugging and crying with my ex boyfriend.
I see I only have a minute to write about minute though that could also be minute which means really small and I think a minute of my heart beating is a long time and my heart is beating for love and I want to have a minute of love though that would be minute it would also be the whole world
a minute can seem like an eternity when you are alone and away from those you love. it can also feel like a single second when you are with that very person. i guess that’s love.
Only a minute left.
Anything can happen.
Jim Bowman felt the the seconds tick by, counted them as he tried to remember which wire to disconnect. 60 seconds had become 30 all too quickly.
It wasn’t meant to be this way. He just wanted to withdraw some cash, get some blow and have a good night.
But no, the fucking bank robbers had to ruin it, and the police just weren’t fast enough.
And neither was he.
A minute can mean the beginning, or it can mean the end. A minute can be love and hate, beauty and ugliness. A minute should be cherished every once in awhile, for if it is, one will surely lose themselves.
fuck minutes man… seriously. they are made up. and on daylight savings time they confuse people. I mean, earth time is always the same and doesnt go about minutes. it just goes. so fuck everyone who gives a shit about the minute. fuck.
I have one minute. One simply minute. A minute is not much, you would think. But oh, it truly is. In a minute you could die, in a minute you could fall apart. Your life could unravel in just this one minute. A minute.
I have a minute. One minute. You think not much could happen in a minute. But a minute can make a huge difference. It could be life or death. It could be struggling, or breaking free. It could be breathing or suffocating. You can get lost in a minute. Or get found. A minute truly is a lot longer than you think. Especially when your time is running short.
in a minute what can happen? Anything. You can do anything. You can be anyone. You can see any event. Anything is possible. But it is so fleeting. You will never have enough of them. You’ll always want another. If you don’t then the minute passes too slowly. Too bad….
There was a minute left to live and all that was left of the earth was hurried breathing. Nothing was moving, nothing was alive. It was the last burst of anything at all just simple desperation. We are creatures, animals. A deer in the headlight in the time of death, not able to escape but not able to run because it is inescapable.
the time, rushing past, pushing me, like rain pushed from clouds, but it makes me feel as though I’ll fall, just like the rain, as it changes unwillingly and tumbles through the air, but I take a deep breath and– too late, the minute is already over.
Minutes are fleetin. Seconds disappear with the breeze. This second right now, this minute… will never happen again. Neither will this one. Or this one. What would you have done with those seconds or minutes instead?
A minute passes so quickly when you aren’t thinking of time. The seconds are like electrons – as soon as you try to measure them, they are static and in one place. As soon as they are out of your mind and not subject to the objectivity of measurement, they are free to exist in any place they choose.
Oh lord….here we go again…. Minute…. this is one minute of my life well spent, thinking and contemplating. So many words can be written for this one word… it has infinite meaning… Hmm… I need juice. One minute well spent..ha.
One minute can change a lifetime. You can write an article that makes you famous. You could create a new idea for an invention. One minute could switch your entire existence, from nothing to something. All it takes is those sixty seconds, that one minute.
Minute, a lot can happen in a minute. You can fall in love, you can loose everything you have, you could die. But that doesn’t matter… as long as you enjoy every minute you have then… it’ll all be a-o-kay. <3
there are many minutes in a day, often times it is a minute that makes all the difference. I sometimes think that it is the important minutes that make all the difference in life, if it wasn’t fro those minutes were would we be. minutes have a way of multiplying, and becoming more significant.
Every minutes of the passing hour, we breath. And within that minutes, a secnd lives and that second lasts as a timeline to out waking breath. We hold on to thise seconds and minutes. We charish them and we love them. No matter what we say, that minute will always change our lives. Change our minds. And change out viewson life.
A minute feels like an hour, a day, forever waiting on you. I can’t stand your silence, break it or i’ll break. This is why missing hurts, this is how much I care because it shows through my patience.
Give me a minute and I’ll show you the world. It only takes a minute to show you things that you have never seen before. I’ll open up just for you. Absorb my knowledge. I promise you won’t regret this. Read into me and I’ll show you the world.
one minute i was next to my sister, the next i had no clue. i had just came from the bathroom and she was gone! i searched for her as the wind howled, giving me the creeps, the freddy music was playing in my mind aswell. i pulled the her comforter from her bed and gave a huge scream as i saw my sister sleeping for the last time.
There was nothing left to be said, just another minute wasting away while we waited and our breaths became shorter and our eyelids fell heavier and the sleep we craved was denied. But that was our lot, it was the price we had to pay. Noone could’ve replaced us in this chore.
It only took a minute for her to realize how impossible it was to forget him: his easy laugh, his lingering touch, his slow smile. One minute was all it took.
i’ve already been typing for minutes. time is so ambiguous, a minute is a lie. a minute was created to accompany all other measurements of time, to control the masses. the minutes are a supplement to progression, the progression of those who do not wish to live in the very present minute in which they exist. the minutes are a ticking time bomb.
the minute is what happen when you think, the time that takes you to create a whole new world.
I believe I only have a minute to write about a minute? And i feel like I’m the only one that actually just writes whatever I’m thinking instead of some drawn out story or a poem…. But maybe that is what comes from some people at the spur of the moment. If so,I wish I was that creative. I’m listening to music and it’s distracting….
You only have a short amount of time on this earth, and you should cherish every minute you have, and keep every precious memory close to your heart, because when you die, the only thing that really matters how youve used your time on this earth.
There’s only a minute or two left in this world to give it all you got. So take the last minutes you have and use them for the best. Use your minutes to help people, to save someone, to do something good for once. Don’t waste them! They’re priceless! Don’t think for a second that you can just sit around and wait, don’t wait to go after your dreams, don’t wait to tell the person you love, that you love them. Do it now! Appreciate what you got in this minute! :-)
There is one minute to write about the word minute, and that one word is a nusicance. In Physics anyway. Everything needs to be in hours, or more likely, seconds.
in a minute all will be lost, everything that you dream of now and feel now will be gone forever. and the funny thing about it is it never occurred to you that you could lose this feeling while it hit you like a steamroller in the moment. gone forever, each minute carefully handles you toward the next like a game of hot potato with your heart.
“Mortal: What is a million years like to you?
God: Like one minute.
Mortal: What is a million dollars like to you?
God: Like one penny.
Mortal: Can I have a penny?
God: Just a minute.”
Source unknown???
a minute.
i can so so much in a minute if the topic is good enough.
if it makes me feel enough.
if my heart is in it enough.
or i can say nothing.
no words come to mind.
i’m blank.
in a minute, everything can change…what you thought and what you wanted changes drastically. a minute is the difference between life and death, the difference between sleeping and waking up..make every minute count.
Every minute detail on the function of her smile–he wanted to study it, engineer it, tweak it, perfect it; he wanted to have its master key.
well. i have one minute to right about a minute. how interesting. it takes a minute to do so many simple tasks. it takes a minute to make popcorn. yummmmmm. think about the last minute you’ve ever spent with someone. my last minute was spent hugging and crying with my ex boyfriend.
I see I only have a minute to write about minute though that could also be minute which means really small and I think a minute of my heart beating is a long time and my heart is beating for love and I want to have a minute of love though that would be minute it would also be the whole world
a minute can seem like an eternity when you are alone and away from those you love. it can also feel like a single second when you are with that very person. i guess that’s love.
“D’you have a minute?”
Ben looked up to see Tom, who looked distressed, in his expert opinion.
“Something the matter?”
“No, I just… I dunno, I feel a bit… awful…”
“Why’s that?”
“It’s stupid, I just…”
“What?”
“I miss my brother. I just needed someone to know for some reason.”
Only a minute left.
Anything can happen.
Jim Bowman felt the the seconds tick by, counted them as he tried to remember which wire to disconnect. 60 seconds had become 30 all too quickly.
It wasn’t meant to be this way. He just wanted to withdraw some cash, get some blow and have a good night.
But no, the fucking bank robbers had to ruin it, and the police just weren’t fast enough.
And neither was he.
plenty of time
part of a day
what can mark a begging of something
not to waste
enjoy
60 seconds, how can you just don’t enjoy it, thats what
seconds
60
time
hour
part of a day
plenty
happy
m
lost
enjoy
happy
live
days
month
year
decade
century
A minute can mean the beginning, or it can mean the end. A minute can be love and hate, beauty and ugliness. A minute should be cherished every once in awhile, for if it is, one will surely lose themselves.
a minute. Time is so relative, something that is indisputably 60 seconds in length, has the ability to feel like 60 years.
fuck minutes man… seriously. they are made up. and on daylight savings time they confuse people. I mean, earth time is always the same and doesnt go about minutes. it just goes. so fuck everyone who gives a shit about the minute. fuck.
I have one minute. One simply minute. A minute is not much, you would think. But oh, it truly is. In a minute you could die, in a minute you could fall apart. Your life could unravel in just this one minute. A minute.
2:00.
His hair was messy.
His eyes were blue.
And the baby was laughing.
2:01.
The car was totaled.
His hands were red.
And the sirens were very loud.
I have a minute. One minute. You think not much could happen in a minute. But a minute can make a huge difference. It could be life or death. It could be struggling, or breaking free. It could be breathing or suffocating. You can get lost in a minute. Or get found. A minute truly is a lot longer than you think. Especially when your time is running short.
in a minute what can happen? Anything. You can do anything. You can be anyone. You can see any event. Anything is possible. But it is so fleeting. You will never have enough of them. You’ll always want another. If you don’t then the minute passes too slowly. Too bad….
There was a minute left to live and all that was left of the earth was hurried breathing. Nothing was moving, nothing was alive. It was the last burst of anything at all just simple desperation. We are creatures, animals. A deer in the headlight in the time of death, not able to escape but not able to run because it is inescapable.
the time, rushing past, pushing me, like rain pushed from clouds, but it makes me feel as though I’ll fall, just like the rain, as it changes unwillingly and tumbles through the air, but I take a deep breath and– too late, the minute is already over.
Minutes are fleetin. Seconds disappear with the breeze. This second right now, this minute… will never happen again. Neither will this one. Or this one. What would you have done with those seconds or minutes instead?
A minute passes so quickly when you aren’t thinking of time. The seconds are like electrons – as soon as you try to measure them, they are static and in one place. As soon as they are out of your mind and not subject to the objectivity of measurement, they are free to exist in any place they choose.
Oh lord….here we go again…. Minute…. this is one minute of my life well spent, thinking and contemplating. So many words can be written for this one word… it has infinite meaning… Hmm… I need juice. One minute well spent..ha.
One minute can change a lifetime. You can write an article that makes you famous. You could create a new idea for an invention. One minute could switch your entire existence, from nothing to something. All it takes is those sixty seconds, that one minute.
Minute, a lot can happen in a minute. You can fall in love, you can loose everything you have, you could die. But that doesn’t matter… as long as you enjoy every minute you have then… it’ll all be a-o-kay. <3
there are many minutes in a day, often times it is a minute that makes all the difference. I sometimes think that it is the important minutes that make all the difference in life, if it wasn’t fro those minutes were would we be. minutes have a way of multiplying, and becoming more significant.
Every minutes of the passing hour, we breath. And within that minutes, a secnd lives and that second lasts as a timeline to out waking breath. We hold on to thise seconds and minutes. We charish them and we love them. No matter what we say, that minute will always change our lives. Change our minds. And change out viewson life.
A minute feels like an hour, a day, forever waiting on you. I can’t stand your silence, break it or i’ll break. This is why missing hurts, this is how much I care because it shows through my patience.
Give me a minute and I’ll show you the world. It only takes a minute to show you things that you have never seen before. I’ll open up just for you. Absorb my knowledge. I promise you won’t regret this. Read into me and I’ll show you the world.
these little words
traveling across the page
like little birds
am I crazy to think
I could walk along with them
not the same as what you are
not what they see
could I be?
would you let me…
I’ll wait for the answer
even though i know
with the bat of an eye
you’ll paint a Vincent Van Gogh
one minute i was next to my sister, the next i had no clue. i had just came from the bathroom and she was gone! i searched for her as the wind howled, giving me the creeps, the freddy music was playing in my mind aswell. i pulled the her comforter from her bed and gave a huge scream as i saw my sister sleeping for the last time.