Measured is my time here, in your arms. Measured is the amount that I smoke each day. Measured is the amount of food that I eat and water that I drink. Measured are my days here. Do I know the increments? Do I know the time and place? No.
life is measured by the amount of effort and action you out into it! what you do with it measures the significance of it. what is the measure of your life. you are exisisting but are you living!?
Niema bradham
The doctor measured the girl with the height meter. The girl was sad to see she was still the same short height that she had always been. Never growing, always staying the same. People had always picked on her in middle school and high school because of her teeny self, and now she knew she would be stuck like this forever.
Alexis Dupra
jammed between a staff and strung out
unpressed piano pedals await
to make an audible sense
of how ive been measured
The line of a man. The line of a woman. What we seek and what we’re all guided by. Our stones, pegs, desires and ires. All cast and thrown in to each other to relate to something that amounts to this word. What’s it all worth in the end? Nothing but more words.
Jon
my mother takes the stained china teacup she used to measure the flower with and puts in on top of her head, pretending it is a hat, she is a caricature of the mother running with her head cut off
why do we measure things when
Claire
My breath is pouring in and out in smaller pieces than usual, filling up my lungs less and less each day. My heart is beating weaker, my mind is churning less efficiently. I’m ticking and clicking and nothing is fitting and I’m in need of fixing.
My life is measured, from moment to moment.
To be measured is to be under a state of mind in which the man has become a tool of his own mind. He acts with a discipline; he acts above and beyond the expectations of others, but exactly to his own expectations.
Matt Johns
I’ve measured my hair length today & it has grown longer. I feel happy about that though I wanna cut it. This is so confusing. I have no idea how I should be happy.
Pianouran
They were all looking up. Taking it in. But differently. Some with sunglasses, others shading their eyes with their hands or a magazine. I wanted the pain. Stronger. I wanted my eyes to stream. To hurt.
“I’ve measured out my life with coffee spoons.” My little English Major’s heart almost burst in Bible STudy the other day when someone quoted “Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock” as we studied Psalm 139. In 20 years of ministry, it was a unique experience.
The actions often take time, but it is important to make sure I follow them in order. If I don’t, it will mean that I have failed. All that time spent will be worth nothing less than absolution if it goes off. She has to die, and I have to make sure I do it just right.
Jeremiah Jaster
I think that if we all measured the amount of kindness we put into our words the world would be a nicer place. If we measured the amount of time we spent listening the words would have time to be thought about before they came out. we all need to take time to measure what we have to say to each other each day.
Shelly
when you die, how do you want to measure how great your life was? by your accomplishment, by the number of people youve impacted, by your words, or by your happiness?
En correas rotas, en tareas comidas. En paseos por el parque, en noches de lectura junto al fogón. En cuantos gatos perseguiste, de los cuales a ninguno atrapaste. En las noches en que despierto bruscamente del sueño profundo y espero encontrarte recostado a los pies de la cama. En los que aguardo a que aparezcas de la nada y espantes la tristeza que me embarga con alguno de tus roncos ladridos.
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liam
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Shekinah Parata
I measured the size of the man’s brain. It was abnormal and swollen indicating to me that this was no natural death. He suffered. The tox screen came back and had measured a significant amount of gold in his blood. Poetic, a gold digger killing her husband with gold heavy metal poisoning…most people just use mercury.
Kate
What are we measured against? Our past, future, present? Our accomplishments? Why are we measured? Who even cares? We measure ourselves up against each other? We measure everything against something else, why don’t we just live? Done with measuring!
Thobile Mchunu
What is really worth measuring? Time? Love distance? Growth? Sometimes the most valuable things in life are too brief or elusive to keep track of…my favorite things are expansive.
“No, nooo. Don’t whip them like that.”
His egg beating habits were so frustrating. I watched his scrawny arms as I measured the tomatoes.
KLT
people have to be measured in their personality. in their capabilities. we measure different things. our height, weight, our intelligence. measurements are the basis of people’s ideas for perfection. we measure food quantities when baking, to make sure the final product is perfect. we measure ourselves, and compare ourselves to others.
sophie
I measure my favorite dog in the highway. What a silly dog. There were tons more sitting about in a line waiting to be measured. But by the time I finished with four of them, it was dusk and time to turn in the towel. Tomorrow, all the dogs would go h
Giles
hate love indifference i am so terrified of losing my little girl can you be any more stupid i am so stupid why cant i do this why is it so hard to find my way i just want inner peace only you can love me only
elizabeth warriner
Measured in tears
In drops of red and scattered shinings
In convulsions and things thrown
Measured in pounds and apathy and hatred
The units of sadness
Ew ew ew ew ew. Gross. Sounds like math. Or science. Two absolutely disgusting subjects.
Allison
i measured my waist for four years, and by the time i realized what a monster i’d become, it was too late to go back. sometimes i wonder what my life might have been like if i’d never been introduced to the snake that is the tape measure that is the thing that lays in the trash, thrown away by my sister.
mon
in stages she always had a thing for skinny guys with greasy hair. There must have been a strike by the newspaper because there wasn’t one thrown in the bushes. She yelled at the kid as he wheeled down the street,” What the fuck is wrong with you? You
Deborah
we measured time and space as if that would help us in this living thing.. measuring our lives accomplishments by things instead of experiences, and all these things that we were told to want we never really needed… measured happiness in the wrong way, we realize that now, and now its time to go back.
sylvia
The judge measured me with care,
I jumped upon the palm of her hand,
She decided my fate,
Nothing would change,
I’ll be controlled forever and ever,
Never will I be free,
I’ll just dance upon people’s hands,
Whether controlled like a puppet or not.
time distance the measurement of all the time in distance of hear when time is not linear but more of a big ball of wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff. Doctor, who? Tardis rationing, running, swimming, jumping. Feet inches centemeters and light years.
Rowan
The judge measured me with care,
I jumped upon the palm of her hand,
She decided my fate,
Nothing would change,
I’ll be controlled forever and ever
Measured is my time here, in your arms. Measured is the amount that I smoke each day. Measured is the amount of food that I eat and water that I drink. Measured are my days here. Do I know the increments? Do I know the time and place? No.
life is measured by the amount of effort and action you out into it! what you do with it measures the significance of it. what is the measure of your life. you are exisisting but are you living!?
The doctor measured the girl with the height meter. The girl was sad to see she was still the same short height that she had always been. Never growing, always staying the same. People had always picked on her in middle school and high school because of her teeny self, and now she knew she would be stuck like this forever.
jammed between a staff and strung out
unpressed piano pedals await
to make an audible sense
of how ive been measured
The line of a man. The line of a woman. What we seek and what we’re all guided by. Our stones, pegs, desires and ires. All cast and thrown in to each other to relate to something that amounts to this word. What’s it all worth in the end? Nothing but more words.
my mother takes the stained china teacup she used to measure the flower with and puts in on top of her head, pretending it is a hat, she is a caricature of the mother running with her head cut off
why do we measure things when
My breath is pouring in and out in smaller pieces than usual, filling up my lungs less and less each day. My heart is beating weaker, my mind is churning less efficiently. I’m ticking and clicking and nothing is fitting and I’m in need of fixing.
My life is measured, from moment to moment.
equal in count
To be measured is to be under a state of mind in which the man has become a tool of his own mind. He acts with a discipline; he acts above and beyond the expectations of others, but exactly to his own expectations.
I’ve measured my hair length today & it has grown longer. I feel happy about that though I wanna cut it. This is so confusing. I have no idea how I should be happy.
They were all looking up. Taking it in. But differently. Some with sunglasses, others shading their eyes with their hands or a magazine. I wanted the pain. Stronger. I wanted my eyes to stream. To hurt.
I measured the length of my hair.
“I’ve measured out my life with coffee spoons.” My little English Major’s heart almost burst in Bible STudy the other day when someone quoted “Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock” as we studied Psalm 139. In 20 years of ministry, it was a unique experience.
hi hi hi
The actions often take time, but it is important to make sure I follow them in order. If I don’t, it will mean that I have failed. All that time spent will be worth nothing less than absolution if it goes off. She has to die, and I have to make sure I do it just right.
I think that if we all measured the amount of kindness we put into our words the world would be a nicer place. If we measured the amount of time we spent listening the words would have time to be thought about before they came out. we all need to take time to measure what we have to say to each other each day.
when you die, how do you want to measure how great your life was? by your accomplishment, by the number of people youve impacted, by your words, or by your happiness?
En correas rotas, en tareas comidas. En paseos por el parque, en noches de lectura junto al fogón. En cuantos gatos perseguiste, de los cuales a ninguno atrapaste. En las noches en que despierto bruscamente del sueño profundo y espero encontrarte recostado a los pies de la cama. En los que aguardo a que aparezcas de la nada y espantes la tristeza que me embarga con alguno de tus roncos ladridos.
Como medir lo mucho que te extraño.
Each move was measured, planned. Blueprints lay on the table, cards face-up. I knew it was manipulation. How could it be anything but?
ones i measured how long i could go abogadibla for and i found 1 minute see aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabooooooooooooooooooooogaaaaaaaaadiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiblaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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I measured the size of the man’s brain. It was abnormal and swollen indicating to me that this was no natural death. He suffered. The tox screen came back and had measured a significant amount of gold in his blood. Poetic, a gold digger killing her husband with gold heavy metal poisoning…most people just use mercury.
What are we measured against? Our past, future, present? Our accomplishments? Why are we measured? Who even cares? We measure ourselves up against each other? We measure everything against something else, why don’t we just live? Done with measuring!
What is really worth measuring? Time? Love distance? Growth? Sometimes the most valuable things in life are too brief or elusive to keep track of…my favorite things are expansive.
Tea spoon, percentile, hatred, affection, mL, life
I measure my life with a ruler. I estimate the days until the end. I consider the error in my calculations.
“No, nooo. Don’t whip them like that.”
His egg beating habits were so frustrating. I watched his scrawny arms as I measured the tomatoes.
people have to be measured in their personality. in their capabilities. we measure different things. our height, weight, our intelligence. measurements are the basis of people’s ideas for perfection. we measure food quantities when baking, to make sure the final product is perfect. we measure ourselves, and compare ourselves to others.
I measure my favorite dog in the highway. What a silly dog. There were tons more sitting about in a line waiting to be measured. But by the time I finished with four of them, it was dusk and time to turn in the towel. Tomorrow, all the dogs would go h
hate love indifference i am so terrified of losing my little girl can you be any more stupid i am so stupid why cant i do this why is it so hard to find my way i just want inner peace only you can love me only
Measured in tears
In drops of red and scattered shinings
In convulsions and things thrown
Measured in pounds and apathy and hatred
The units of sadness
i measured a glass of water today i like measured a million things in one hour once i wish measured things would go on for ever
During the day, she bakes cake.
During the night, cake bakes her.
Ew ew ew ew ew. Gross. Sounds like math. Or science. Two absolutely disgusting subjects.
i measured my waist for four years, and by the time i realized what a monster i’d become, it was too late to go back. sometimes i wonder what my life might have been like if i’d never been introduced to the snake that is the tape measure that is the thing that lays in the trash, thrown away by my sister.
in stages she always had a thing for skinny guys with greasy hair. There must have been a strike by the newspaper because there wasn’t one thrown in the bushes. She yelled at the kid as he wheeled down the street,” What the fuck is wrong with you? You
we measured time and space as if that would help us in this living thing.. measuring our lives accomplishments by things instead of experiences, and all these things that we were told to want we never really needed… measured happiness in the wrong way, we realize that now, and now its time to go back.
The judge measured me with care,
I jumped upon the palm of her hand,
She decided my fate,
Nothing would change,
I’ll be controlled forever and ever,
Never will I be free,
I’ll just dance upon people’s hands,
Whether controlled like a puppet or not.
time distance the measurement of all the time in distance of hear when time is not linear but more of a big ball of wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff. Doctor, who? Tardis rationing, running, swimming, jumping. Feet inches centemeters and light years.
The judge measured me with care,
I jumped upon the palm of her hand,
She decided my fate,
Nothing would change,
I’ll be controlled forever and ever