The sound that takes me from my slumber. I want you to go away yet i want you to stay. It’s such a curse yet a blessing. I want you gone so my rest may continue, yet i want you there to start my day. What a strange idea. Something you hate so much yet still need.
The bells ring and everbody screams. John stands at the top of the stairs and just shakes his head. Immediately after he throws the bottle, and tosses the match after it. The flames swirl and spread like the running people, catching and eating them. Too bad for John.
like a lark on my sleeve, my iPod’s alarm is the kindest sort of sound, cheerful, happy to help me. i smile when I hear it although I hear it usually after the time it’s supposed to go off, since my iPod was turned off–it just rang!
I awake to the screech. Beep beep beep, something calls out from the kitchen. I don’t know what it is, until I recognize the other alarm: smoke pouring through the crack underneath my door. I grab my pillow and cover my mouth, running through a smoggy corridor to my parent’s room. They wake, we run. But first, check Lilly’s room. And she’s not there. Probably on another early morning walk. So we run. We run downstairs, coughing, surrounded in ashy air, and finally open the door and are free. But as the outside of my home catches fire, I see a peek of something through the window and smoke. Lilly, asleep, head on the kitchen table. Lilly who was staying up late to study for her final the next morning. Lilly who didn’t go for a walk, lilly who’s still in the house, lilly whose head is now enclosed completely in smoke. I scream.
My alarm didn’t go off. I mean, I set it and everything, but you know how sometimes technology decides that you’re not the boss of it and it can take a day off if it wants to. Anyway, when I woke up it was 6:00 AM, and I had to be pulling out of my driveway to get to the office at 6:15 AM. It was a stressful, stressful morning.
i hate the way the noise sounds on the television. all i want to do is turn it off. i remember the name of my alarm that i had on my blackberry. it was called antelope. my boyfriend has an alarm on his phone that sounds like a foghorn. i never have pulled a fire alarm before.
Alarms wake me in the morning. They wake me from dreams both the kind you have when you sleep and the kind that take you to a better place when you walk through your daily rituals feeling empty. I need a new alarm. One to bring me to a better place, not to rip me away from my dreams and back to reality. Reality isn’t real to me anymore. Nothing is real but everything is too real at the same time. It’s all so overrated but then again, understated.
annoying wakes me up I always wake up five minutes before mine goes off panic chaos anxiety worry I hate being alarmed I don’t like the feeling of not knowing what’s going on sometimes I forget to turn mine off and it rings through the house cuz it’s so loud my friend keeps three of them.
The alarms went off next to my bed and in my head. I thought it was the phone. It was. I hate the phone. It sets off all kinds of alarms in my head. And my heart. I slammed the phone down and broke it. Feeling guilty. Feeling relieved.
If I go to bed now my alarm will go off in 8 hours.
If I go to bed now my alarm will go off in 7 hours.
If I go to bed now my alarm will go off in 4 hours.
I should really go to bed and stop watching You tube videos…
Maybe I’ll just reset my alarm to a later time
If I go to bed now my alarm will go off in 6 hours….
The alarm clark rings and I snap my head up. Dangit its time to wake up. Waking up is so hard. Sometimes when that alarm sounds i just want to throw my ihome across the room but that would be stupid because its expensive.
the alarm goes off
it startles me
i awake
was this all but a dream?
the simplicity of my words go away
complexity and realness stay
what to do, what to do?
our time here is through
The alarm chims and my door swings open. Suddenly there is a surge of other inmates around me, all breaking towards the exit. In this desolation there is my freedom, does it really matter if I can’t leave these cell walls?
The radio abruptly commenced yelling at me, and I knew it was time to get up for school. Blearily cracking an eye open, the clock told me it was 7:00, and I realized with horror that I hadn’t reset my alarm clock after the weekend.
it sounds like an alarm in my skull. all of the banging and clanging is too much to handle. i pop a pill or five to drown out the sound, but all i get is limbs that turn to rubber and a stomach that turns to knots. why won’t it stop? it never stops. and all they can say is, “well, try THIS pill instead.”
i give you the time,
just to think about it twice…
what did i do?
what was wrongme… with my life?
should i make you now cry?
should i let this thijust run out and dry
ill give then
this little alarm.
annoying, super stupid, gets me out of a wonderful sleep that i could be having, Life juts stops when this annoying thing goes off. But on the rare occasion the alarm is getting you up to do something amazing and fun, something you want to be doing for all of time.
alarm. the vivid feeling of the impending disaster and/or awakening. the cataclysm that can be seen inches beneath the consciousness. to be alarmed. to begin the edification of the other and the eventual enveloping of the here and now.
wake me up.
i dont think so.
how rude you are.
ruining my best of dreams.
the worst part of the morning.
you’re not my friend.
but you must accompany me.
cuz i got shit to do.
thanks though..
The fire alarm kept going off. It was broken and the middle of the night, or the middle of the morning. How do you make the distinction between night and morning when you’re half awake and only so because of the broken fire alarm? In any case. It went off every ten minutes for about two hours. We had to leave. We huddled on the lawn half-laughing, in shorts and no bras, hugging ourselves, makeupless, exhausted. It was nice.
There was alarm in her voice that night. Her words were normal, casual, but her tone scared me. She had always been so cool and collected, no matter what. But after she came back from outside with him, suddenly she was different. The alarm in her voice never left the entire night. I should have suggested we leave but I didn’t. I just begged her to introduce me to him and then made her stay with me to coach me as we hung out with him the entire night. I should have taken her home. But I wanted the glory.
it goes off, and you are dying to hit snooze. it’s the most awful, horrendous noise that could have ever come between you and your sleep. why? why? why, did I take this class so early? my dream was just reaching it’s peek, it’s climax, and ‘beep beep beep’ I’m awake. Staring at the ceiling praying for five more minutes.
and alarm started so we ran , it was so difficult i felt like im dying . but at the end we all laughed and jimmy was dead . lonely soul of his was lost for once again .
Alarm is the thing that helps us to get up in the morning. We can set alarm in cellphone or watch. Without alarm I can’t imagine my life. Alarm is using form my child hod
the sound that goes off to wake you up is my first thought . . . the feeling in your heart when something is wrong . . . no positive feelings really, with this word . . . wondering what others have written about this word . . .
I wake up, and days I wish I can just cover my head. Because I’m not ready to deal with today’s pain. This alarm needs to shut off. Because some mornings I’m just not ready to get up and go through more of this torment. I need sleep, I need my peace. This world needs sleep. This world needs peace.
“You’ve got to deal with her sometime,” Jordan said. An alarm went off on the panel in front of him, the rows of indicators flaring red as the blaring sound started to get louder. Bobby came bolting onto the bridge, smeared with engine grease with a loop of wire still wrapped around his chest.
alarm? well i have nothing personal to write about this so my heart’;s not really in it. well i guess i could rant about having my alarm go off at any hour in the AM. but lately i got a really catchy tune set as my alarm and it makes waking up early bearable. the first two times i heard it, i even woke up in a good mood. but generally, alarms. not cool.
ouch ouch ouch shut the fuck up. why do you insist on ruining everything. it was a nice dream. why the hell can’t i have something nice in my life for even a little while? even if it is only my imagination or subconscience.
The loud sharp noise interrupted my sleep. It marked the end of the only time I get to sleep. Sadly i swung my legs off the bed and was off to change and get ready. The alarm was all i had to awake me from the deep sleep and pop into reality
What wakes me up in the morning when I have to get up for work. Also used in terms of Oh No! I’m scared! An internal alarm if you would that lets you know that something isn’t right and is amiss. Something to alert you and others that something is wrong.
The sound that takes me from my slumber. I want you to go away yet i want you to stay. It’s such a curse yet a blessing. I want you gone so my rest may continue, yet i want you there to start my day. What a strange idea. Something you hate so much yet still need.
The bells ring and everbody screams. John stands at the top of the stairs and just shakes his head. Immediately after he throws the bottle, and tosses the match after it. The flames swirl and spread like the running people, catching and eating them. Too bad for John.
like a lark on my sleeve, my iPod’s alarm is the kindest sort of sound, cheerful, happy to help me. i smile when I hear it although I hear it usually after the time it’s supposed to go off, since my iPod was turned off–it just rang!
I awake to the screech. Beep beep beep, something calls out from the kitchen. I don’t know what it is, until I recognize the other alarm: smoke pouring through the crack underneath my door. I grab my pillow and cover my mouth, running through a smoggy corridor to my parent’s room. They wake, we run. But first, check Lilly’s room. And she’s not there. Probably on another early morning walk. So we run. We run downstairs, coughing, surrounded in ashy air, and finally open the door and are free. But as the outside of my home catches fire, I see a peek of something through the window and smoke. Lilly, asleep, head on the kitchen table. Lilly who was staying up late to study for her final the next morning. Lilly who didn’t go for a walk, lilly who’s still in the house, lilly whose head is now enclosed completely in smoke. I scream.
My alarm didn’t go off. I mean, I set it and everything, but you know how sometimes technology decides that you’re not the boss of it and it can take a day off if it wants to. Anyway, when I woke up it was 6:00 AM, and I had to be pulling out of my driveway to get to the office at 6:15 AM. It was a stressful, stressful morning.
i hate the way the noise sounds on the television. all i want to do is turn it off. i remember the name of my alarm that i had on my blackberry. it was called antelope. my boyfriend has an alarm on his phone that sounds like a foghorn. i never have pulled a fire alarm before.
Alarms wake me in the morning. They wake me from dreams both the kind you have when you sleep and the kind that take you to a better place when you walk through your daily rituals feeling empty. I need a new alarm. One to bring me to a better place, not to rip me away from my dreams and back to reality. Reality isn’t real to me anymore. Nothing is real but everything is too real at the same time. It’s all so overrated but then again, understated.
annoying wakes me up I always wake up five minutes before mine goes off panic chaos anxiety worry I hate being alarmed I don’t like the feeling of not knowing what’s going on sometimes I forget to turn mine off and it rings through the house cuz it’s so loud my friend keeps three of them.
The alarms went off next to my bed and in my head. I thought it was the phone. It was. I hate the phone. It sets off all kinds of alarms in my head. And my heart. I slammed the phone down and broke it. Feeling guilty. Feeling relieved.
If I go to bed now my alarm will go off in 8 hours.
If I go to bed now my alarm will go off in 7 hours.
If I go to bed now my alarm will go off in 4 hours.
I should really go to bed and stop watching You tube videos…
Maybe I’ll just reset my alarm to a later time
If I go to bed now my alarm will go off in 6 hours….
The alarm clark rings and I snap my head up. Dangit its time to wake up. Waking up is so hard. Sometimes when that alarm sounds i just want to throw my ihome across the room but that would be stupid because its expensive.
the alarm goes off
it startles me
i awake
was this all but a dream?
the simplicity of my words go away
complexity and realness stay
what to do, what to do?
our time here is through
The alarm chims and my door swings open. Suddenly there is a surge of other inmates around me, all breaking towards the exit. In this desolation there is my freedom, does it really matter if I can’t leave these cell walls?
The radio abruptly commenced yelling at me, and I knew it was time to get up for school. Blearily cracking an eye open, the clock told me it was 7:00, and I realized with horror that I hadn’t reset my alarm clock after the weekend.
it sounds like an alarm in my skull. all of the banging and clanging is too much to handle. i pop a pill or five to drown out the sound, but all i get is limbs that turn to rubber and a stomach that turns to knots. why won’t it stop? it never stops. and all they can say is, “well, try THIS pill instead.”
i give you the time,
just to think about it twice…
what did i do?
what was wrongme… with my life?
should i make you now cry?
should i let this thijust run out and dry
ill give then
this little alarm.
annoying, super stupid, gets me out of a wonderful sleep that i could be having, Life juts stops when this annoying thing goes off. But on the rare occasion the alarm is getting you up to do something amazing and fun, something you want to be doing for all of time.
alarm. the vivid feeling of the impending disaster and/or awakening. the cataclysm that can be seen inches beneath the consciousness. to be alarmed. to begin the edification of the other and the eventual enveloping of the here and now.
wake me up.
i dont think so.
how rude you are.
ruining my best of dreams.
the worst part of the morning.
you’re not my friend.
but you must accompany me.
cuz i got shit to do.
thanks though..
The fire alarm kept going off. It was broken and the middle of the night, or the middle of the morning. How do you make the distinction between night and morning when you’re half awake and only so because of the broken fire alarm? In any case. It went off every ten minutes for about two hours. We had to leave. We huddled on the lawn half-laughing, in shorts and no bras, hugging ourselves, makeupless, exhausted. It was nice.
There was alarm in her voice that night. Her words were normal, casual, but her tone scared me. She had always been so cool and collected, no matter what. But after she came back from outside with him, suddenly she was different. The alarm in her voice never left the entire night. I should have suggested we leave but I didn’t. I just begged her to introduce me to him and then made her stay with me to coach me as we hung out with him the entire night. I should have taken her home. But I wanted the glory.
it goes off, and you are dying to hit snooze. it’s the most awful, horrendous noise that could have ever come between you and your sleep. why? why? why, did I take this class so early? my dream was just reaching it’s peek, it’s climax, and ‘beep beep beep’ I’m awake. Staring at the ceiling praying for five more minutes.
tick
tack
purple
blue
orange
teeth
hi
low
weed
smell
touch
kiss
sex
ran
boy
dog
lamb
animal
balloon
and alarm started so we ran , it was so difficult i felt like im dying . but at the end we all laughed and jimmy was dead . lonely soul of his was lost for once again .
it runs off when there is a incident
crime
thieves
panic
people running
screaming for help
disaster
load sound
Ringing of any type – spiritually, and otherwise to wake up and take action!
Alarm is the thing that helps us to get up in the morning. We can set alarm in cellphone or watch. Without alarm I can’t imagine my life. Alarm is using form my child hod
loud and blaring and a tocsin
beep
beeeep
time for work douchebag
Noise to start a day
not worth starting at first
the constant noise of life,
of emergency
of criminals and cops alike
but when the concrete melts away
and i am standing on the grass
i hear what could never be called noise.
the sound that goes off to wake you up is my first thought . . . the feeling in your heart when something is wrong . . . no positive feelings really, with this word . . . wondering what others have written about this word . . .
I wake up, and days I wish I can just cover my head. Because I’m not ready to deal with today’s pain. This alarm needs to shut off. Because some mornings I’m just not ready to get up and go through more of this torment. I need sleep, I need my peace. This world needs sleep. This world needs peace.
He looked at her with alarm. “What did you say?”
She said, “I have cancer. It isn’t life-threatening, but I’ll need a mastectomy.”
At that word, she knew she had lost him.
“You’ve got to deal with her sometime,” Jordan said. An alarm went off on the panel in front of him, the rows of indicators flaring red as the blaring sound started to get louder. Bobby came bolting onto the bridge, smeared with engine grease with a loop of wire still wrapped around his chest.
alarm? well i have nothing personal to write about this so my heart’;s not really in it. well i guess i could rant about having my alarm go off at any hour in the AM. but lately i got a really catchy tune set as my alarm and it makes waking up early bearable. the first two times i heard it, i even woke up in a good mood. but generally, alarms. not cool.
ouch ouch ouch shut the fuck up. why do you insist on ruining everything. it was a nice dream. why the hell can’t i have something nice in my life for even a little while? even if it is only my imagination or subconscience.
The dread
that
sounded
in my bones
when I realized
that they
were
gone
The loud sharp noise interrupted my sleep. It marked the end of the only time I get to sleep. Sadly i swung my legs off the bed and was off to change and get ready. The alarm was all i had to awake me from the deep sleep and pop into reality
What wakes me up in the morning when I have to get up for work. Also used in terms of Oh No! I’m scared! An internal alarm if you would that lets you know that something isn’t right and is amiss. Something to alert you and others that something is wrong.
siren
clock
voice
red
fire
murderer
block
Alarm? How am I supposed to write about an alarm? What kind of alarm? I don’t like this word. I want a new one. Right now. Please? Pretty please?