The red bird sat on top of the bush and looked around at the approaching herd. the beasts were black and melded together in a pall of smoke rancid with noise and stench- the bird’s song was high and sweet – alarm to avert what was coming perhaps -or a celebration of what was to befall in its alien beauty?
always have to wake up… beep beep beep SLAM! of your hand pressing the snooze. All you want to do is sleep, but no life is calling and we must be forced to wake upon the ringing of a small object or be it large.
It is amazing to me that a person can sleep through an ihome alarm for that long. 20 minutes, 25. I am afraid if I go up there and turn it off for him, he won’t learn to wake up for himself. This morning, 35 minutes. Doesn’t it invade his dreams?
It’s the noise going off in your head. Oh no, are you late? No? Forgot something then? No? What IS it?
At times it inserts itself into your dreams. No. Not this morning. I’m just to tired.
You hear it thud against the wall. Suddenly the alarm is silenced. That’s right. What’s what you were waiting for. You set it for something… can’t remember right now though.
It’s that little warning that goes off in the back of your head when you meet someone new. That warning that tells you to smile and step back. Your safety alarm…
It’s an annoying buzzing sound, one you do not desire to hear in the morning. It kills your ears when it drags you from your dreams into the reality. You search with your hand to end it but usually you just manage to end it for a few minutes…then it goes off again.
Anxiety filled me as the time approached for the alarm to end my restless slumber and begin another day. A day of something, anything other than what I thought it might be.
She looked at me in alarm. Admittedly the news I had just told was incredible but her reaction was so dramatic.
“Calm down” I muttered, embarrassed by her display of emotion though apparently she couldn’t sense my discomfort for she continued to gape at me.
The alarm sounded while I was deep in sleep, dreaming that I was walking through the halls of an old house that I lived in. I searched through the rooms discovering places I had never been. I hear that dreaming of houses is dreaming about one’s life.
When the alarm went off he did it again. He cleared off the kitchen table and began sorting forks by size and design. He never knew how he ended up with so many different forks. Perhaps just the fossils of past relationships.
My alarm went off this morning at 5:30am. I sprung up from the covers, my arms reaching, my hands flailing ineffectually to find my buzzing cell phone. The device was still wailing loudly, and I couldn’t comprehend and see well enough to shut the annoying thing up.
frighten, waken, beep beep. Send shivers down my spine. Force me to get up when I don’t want to – nuisance, anxiety, panic, don’t want it, don’t like it – go away and leave me alone!
Well, what happened I don’t know but it went off then we went off and then it all happened. Of course no-one came, well at least not this time. Maybe in the future they will, but heck we don’t have high expectations; at least not after last time. So be it.
The alarm went off in his head. Shit, he’s going to drink that bottle of sulphuric acid! As he reached his had up to the truck door to steady himself, a blast of superheated wind flung him over the edge of the gaping foundation hole smashing directly into Michael and knocking the bottle of acid to the ground where it broke apart. Then, the flames came.
The piercing alarm wove itself around my dream. What was that noise? Where was it coming from? Why was it affecting the tranquil and surreal landscape I was in?…. ah, because it was the clock calling me to my day.
the alarm shrills by my ear. I reach out my hand, blearily. Surely it can’t be morning already. Why did I set it anyway? I need coffee. Oh! Suddenly I remember. My interview. My stomach does a back-flip and I close my eyes for a moment. The cat nuzzles into my neck, purring, She knows that the alarm means I’m going to get up. But I don’t want to.
I want a dj for an alarm. To be worken up each morning in that moment just before the music peaks, in universal antici[ation, floating on the weight of held breath….
Ciao ciao, io sono Mirko! ;-) Come va? Tutto bene? Ahahahah, chissà a cosa serve questo coso? Non ho capito, io intanto continuo a scrivere, non si sa mai. Già. Il dilemma, in questi casi, è il seguente: ma cosa scrivo, pur di continuare comunque a scrivere? Mi accorgo, però, di aver già scritto abbastanza, no? Sarà sufficiente così?
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I woke up one day to my alarm. The sound was very frightening. It woke up everyone inside my house. I wake up to its sound each day, a warm, welcoming reminder to start my day. At times I wake up before it, lay in bed and wait for it to come.
Is it spelt alarm or alarum? It used to be alarum as in alarum clock. Just shows you how things change, how we move on and accept change. Pronunciation also is changing rapidly for lots of English words – more often than not it agitates me when I have to listen to news reporters etc putting the emphasis on wrong/different syllables of words – big one at the moment is CON-trib-ute instead of con-TRIB-ute – I could go on and on …………
clock, in the morning my phone is my alarm. it goes off and i allways wake up straight away!! I leap out of my bed and dash to my dresser, which is where i keep my phone. I usually press off but sometimes i press snooze. Sometimes i press off when i mean to press snooze
today i woke up before the alarm, an almost luxurious feeling because i have ten whole minutes of – nothing! I don’t have to do, i don’t have to be anywhere, i can just lay here and – think.
Alarm is a thing which I have always been hated the most. I can not sleep well because of this cheap thing. there are so many ways to wake up from sleep why alarm??It gives me headache:@:@:@.
Ik haat het alarm. Het gaat hier veel te vaak af en dan verwachten ze dat je stopt met alles dat je doet. It gives me the creeps. Het gaat ook zo lang af. Het blijft maar gaan en ik word er gek van. Ik wil niet de hele tijd bang voor brand zijn en toch gaat dat kut-alarm maar af. overigens nooit brand geweest dus dat is positief toch? Ik denk van wel. Nu hopen dat er nooit brand zal zijn, dan is alles goed. Een beetje.
i hate the sound of alarm. every morning when I have to wake up and my alarm rings, it irritates me to the hilt. I think I am so annoyed because of alarms is because in college days thats what rang at 4 am in the morning and I had to wake up early every single day to study.
I USE A ALARM TO WAKE UP EVERY MORNING MORNING, ITS MY CELLPHONE ALARM, ITS QUITE BORING, I HAVE TO SAY, BECAUSE OF ITS STUPID MUSIC, THAT I ALWAYS FORGET TO CHANGE TO ANOTHER ONE, IT DONT NEEDS TO BE THE BEST MUSIC IVE EVER HEARD, JUST TO BE DIFFERENT, BECAUSE I REALLY HATE ALARMS, BECAUE I HAVE TO WAKE UP AT MORNIG.
alarm. the buzzing noise is very annoying. its very alerting which is sometimes bad. sometimes it startles me and i wake up afraid and I have no idea why. I hate loud noises, i hate being afraid.
when the alarm sets of you have to get ready, wake up or just do whatever it is that you have to. this is very important to keep you going. it may also serve as a reminder to accomplish things that need to done during a span of time. it is very important to follow this because if you don’t then what’s the whole point of setting it up?
Incessant screeching
Over and over and over and over
every morning
almost a dozen times
stop hitting snooze and get up you prick
you’re waking up the whole apartment
This morning you left it on after you went into the shower
Fucking Babbitt needs to take his fancy-shmancy alarm clock from the Hell of Conformity and eat it raw and ringing. In other news, I hate admitting that I miss you. It makes me sick, as if I’m the one who ate the alarm clock. Wake me up from my own hell, please. Oh wait, I sleep through all my alarms. Fantastic. Just fantastic.
Alarming sounds are interesting to revisit in a non-alarming state. Fire alarms are simply one, high and steady pitch. This can be the groundings of a musical piece or,
what is that? a word which tells us to wake up. not just in the mornings, but generally, an action which tells us that something is off beat.. this and similar words tells us something – caution
The red bird sat on top of the bush and looked around at the approaching herd. the beasts were black and melded together in a pall of smoke rancid with noise and stench- the bird’s song was high and sweet – alarm to avert what was coming perhaps -or a celebration of what was to befall in its alien beauty?
loud, awakening, abrupt
snooze
bedside
when someone or something surprises you, unpleasantly
always have to wake up… beep beep beep SLAM! of your hand pressing the snooze. All you want to do is sleep, but no life is calling and we must be forced to wake upon the ringing of a small object or be it large.
It is amazing to me that a person can sleep through an ihome alarm for that long. 20 minutes, 25. I am afraid if I go up there and turn it off for him, he won’t learn to wake up for himself. This morning, 35 minutes. Doesn’t it invade his dreams?
It’s the noise going off in your head. Oh no, are you late? No? Forgot something then? No? What IS it?
At times it inserts itself into your dreams. No. Not this morning. I’m just to tired.
You hear it thud against the wall. Suddenly the alarm is silenced. That’s right. What’s what you were waiting for. You set it for something… can’t remember right now though.
It’s that little warning that goes off in the back of your head when you meet someone new. That warning that tells you to smile and step back. Your safety alarm…
It’s an annoying buzzing sound, one you do not desire to hear in the morning. It kills your ears when it drags you from your dreams into the reality. You search with your hand to end it but usually you just manage to end it for a few minutes…then it goes off again.
Anxiety filled me as the time approached for the alarm to end my restless slumber and begin another day. A day of something, anything other than what I thought it might be.
She looked at me in alarm. Admittedly the news I had just told was incredible but her reaction was so dramatic.
“Calm down” I muttered, embarrassed by her display of emotion though apparently she couldn’t sense my discomfort for she continued to gape at me.
The alarm sounded while I was deep in sleep, dreaming that I was walking through the halls of an old house that I lived in. I searched through the rooms discovering places I had never been. I hear that dreaming of houses is dreaming about one’s life.
When the alarm went off he did it again. He cleared off the kitchen table and began sorting forks by size and design. He never knew how he ended up with so many different forks. Perhaps just the fossils of past relationships.
My alarm went off this morning at 5:30am. I sprung up from the covers, my arms reaching, my hands flailing ineffectually to find my buzzing cell phone. The device was still wailing loudly, and I couldn’t comprehend and see well enough to shut the annoying thing up.
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frighten, waken, beep beep. Send shivers down my spine. Force me to get up when I don’t want to – nuisance, anxiety, panic, don’t want it, don’t like it – go away and leave me alone!
Well, what happened I don’t know but it went off then we went off and then it all happened. Of course no-one came, well at least not this time. Maybe in the future they will, but heck we don’t have high expectations; at least not after last time. So be it.
The wake up call.
We all have encountered one in our life.
Sometimes in a form of an alarm clock, some times in a form of sad experiences.
But the alarms that really wake us, are the ones we do not expect.
The alarm went off in his head. Shit, he’s going to drink that bottle of sulphuric acid! As he reached his had up to the truck door to steady himself, a blast of superheated wind flung him over the edge of the gaping foundation hole smashing directly into Michael and knocking the bottle of acid to the ground where it broke apart. Then, the flames came.
The piercing alarm wove itself around my dream. What was that noise? Where was it coming from? Why was it affecting the tranquil and surreal landscape I was in?…. ah, because it was the clock calling me to my day.
alarm rings. morning. sun. have to go to work. what should i wear? birds outside. sun is warm. good morning.
the alarm shrills by my ear. I reach out my hand, blearily. Surely it can’t be morning already. Why did I set it anyway? I need coffee. Oh! Suddenly I remember. My interview. My stomach does a back-flip and I close my eyes for a moment. The cat nuzzles into my neck, purring, She knows that the alarm means I’m going to get up. But I don’t want to.
I want a dj for an alarm. To be worken up each morning in that moment just before the music peaks, in universal antici[ation, floating on the weight of held breath….
Ciao ciao, io sono Mirko! ;-) Come va? Tutto bene? Ahahahah, chissà a cosa serve questo coso? Non ho capito, io intanto continuo a scrivere, non si sa mai. Già. Il dilemma, in questi casi, è il seguente: ma cosa scrivo, pur di continuare comunque a scrivere? Mi accorgo, però, di aver già scritto abbastanza, no? Sarà sufficiente così?
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Ring Ring Ring!!!!
I woke up one day to my alarm. The sound was very frightening. It woke up everyone inside my house. I wake up to its sound each day, a warm, welcoming reminder to start my day. At times I wake up before it, lay in bed and wait for it to come.
Is it spelt alarm or alarum? It used to be alarum as in alarum clock. Just shows you how things change, how we move on and accept change. Pronunciation also is changing rapidly for lots of English words – more often than not it agitates me when I have to listen to news reporters etc putting the emphasis on wrong/different syllables of words – big one at the moment is CON-trib-ute instead of con-TRIB-ute – I could go on and on …………
Sonó la voz de alarma. Los soldados llegaron, sudorosos, con el miedo resbalando por cada gota que exudaban, Todos esperábamos lo peor: difteria.
clock, in the morning my phone is my alarm. it goes off and i allways wake up straight away!! I leap out of my bed and dash to my dresser, which is where i keep my phone. I usually press off but sometimes i press snooze. Sometimes i press off when i mean to press snooze
today i woke up before the alarm, an almost luxurious feeling because i have ten whole minutes of – nothing! I don’t have to do, i don’t have to be anywhere, i can just lay here and – think.
Alarm is a thing which I have always been hated the most. I can not sleep well because of this cheap thing. there are so many ways to wake up from sleep why alarm??It gives me headache:@:@:@.
Ik haat het alarm. Het gaat hier veel te vaak af en dan verwachten ze dat je stopt met alles dat je doet. It gives me the creeps. Het gaat ook zo lang af. Het blijft maar gaan en ik word er gek van. Ik wil niet de hele tijd bang voor brand zijn en toch gaat dat kut-alarm maar af. overigens nooit brand geweest dus dat is positief toch? Ik denk van wel. Nu hopen dat er nooit brand zal zijn, dan is alles goed. Een beetje.
i hate the sound of alarm. every morning when I have to wake up and my alarm rings, it irritates me to the hilt. I think I am so annoyed because of alarms is because in college days thats what rang at 4 am in the morning and I had to wake up early every single day to study.
I USE A ALARM TO WAKE UP EVERY MORNING MORNING, ITS MY CELLPHONE ALARM, ITS QUITE BORING, I HAVE TO SAY, BECAUSE OF ITS STUPID MUSIC, THAT I ALWAYS FORGET TO CHANGE TO ANOTHER ONE, IT DONT NEEDS TO BE THE BEST MUSIC IVE EVER HEARD, JUST TO BE DIFFERENT, BECAUSE I REALLY HATE ALARMS, BECAUE I HAVE TO WAKE UP AT MORNIG.
alarm. the buzzing noise is very annoying. its very alerting which is sometimes bad. sometimes it startles me and i wake up afraid and I have no idea why. I hate loud noises, i hate being afraid.
Panic i race through
my head pounding
STOP
i hear it crunching slow
outside in the snow
you’re never quite alone
when the alarm sets of you have to get ready, wake up or just do whatever it is that you have to. this is very important to keep you going. it may also serve as a reminder to accomplish things that need to done during a span of time. it is very important to follow this because if you don’t then what’s the whole point of setting it up?
Incessant screeching
Over and over and over and over
every morning
almost a dozen times
stop hitting snooze and get up you prick
you’re waking up the whole apartment
This morning you left it on after you went into the shower
I’m going to destroy that clock someday.
the alram bell rang in the morning. I was still in my bed. I had to attend to an important meeting ahich was scheduled two hours hence.
Fucking Babbitt needs to take his fancy-shmancy alarm clock from the Hell of Conformity and eat it raw and ringing. In other news, I hate admitting that I miss you. It makes me sick, as if I’m the one who ate the alarm clock. Wake me up from my own hell, please. Oh wait, I sleep through all my alarms. Fantastic. Just fantastic.
Alarming sounds are interesting to revisit in a non-alarming state. Fire alarms are simply one, high and steady pitch. This can be the groundings of a musical piece or,
what is that? a word which tells us to wake up. not just in the mornings, but generally, an action which tells us that something is off beat.. this and similar words tells us something – caution