There is doom ahead, something is about to happen, time to get up, got to go to the job I hate, panic, distress, concern, fear, dispise the sound, shut it off, where’s the sledgehammer, Peter Gabriel sang Sledgehammer, senses on alert, worry, are the kids alright, still have the song in my head and don’t want to go to work, I am alarmed that time is almost up, what else can I say about alarm, it brings concern and worry when it is not waking me up, Are you alarmed also?, Does my ranting alarm you?, Don’t be alarmed, nothing to worry about,
I can hear the alarm distinctly. Cutting across the air quickly, bouncing over the rain droplets and approaching my window, my ear. Encircling the room, surrounding me in the piercing, powerful sound that I cannot escape. I can’t bear to hear it any longer, surely my ears will bleed, but it simply continues on. No sympathy, no compassion, not even the slightest notice of my pain let alone my existence. Simply ringing, indefinitely, circular, and unbearable. Did I expect much else? With a head as cluttered as mine, is it any wonder it’s all turned against me? With a heart as untamed as this, there had to be some brain-interference. I can’t think, I don’t even know if I want to. Only alarm, steady and unwavering, blocking all thoughts, all fears, all reason.
Today I changed my daily alarm clock to go off 30 minutes later. Permanently. I always wake up tired at the buzzer, and end up hitting snooze for the next 30 minutes. Today I decided to not care about the feeling of “but I have to get up at this time because that’s what productive people do,” and simply sleep through that last half hour. My brain could use the extra 30 minutes of sleep.
Silent Alarm was the first album by the british new-wave indie band, Bloc Party. Garnering critical acclaim from many sources such as NME and pitchfork, it went on to sell many copies and yield many singles.
the alarm in my hallway is broke but i don’t worry too much i will try to escape if there is a fire. maybe out the window. I don’t worry the Lord is in control so my motto is don’t worry be happy! I
It’s my first day of school, and I wonder what it will be like. Are my teachers going to be complete assholes? Damn, I can’t deal with this shit anymore. I’ve spent too long wasting my life in the rooms of idiotic losers. Fuck. It’s my mother calling me now.
I find myself in a state of alarm lately in life. It’s like everything has fallen apart and I can’t hold on anymore. I wish someone would please just save me, help me, find me, hold me. This is going no where fast and I’m sick of doing it alone. S.O.S.
Ring, ring, ring goes the alarm. I reach over and groggily fumble for the snooze button. Ring, ring. I angrily smash the button again.
Sometimes I just don’t want to wake up, because life is hard and I want to keep dreaming. Please keep me from this nightmare.
There once was an alarm that woke the entire continental USA. It was pretty insane. It was on the news and everything. People didn’t know what was going on. But I did. It was my alarm. Zombie apocalypse, go!
i wake up to my alarm. but you had just texted me goodmorning. go figure thats the last i’ve heard of you, i know its so immature but i can’y help the way i feel. its not fair. i want to be open with you. please tell me whats going on. its frustrating not being able to read you like a book. don’t string me along like you have in the past, don’t string me along.. again.
I was abruptly startled by a noise not quite familiar to me. I had been in the deepest of sleeps and having the most amazing dream, when the sound of my alarm went off, startling me. It was this bubblegum pink middle-school appropriate alarm clock that I hadn
t had time to replace with a sleeker, more mature model.
The alarm sounded off with a clattering bang. He turned it off in annoyance, rolling over and covering the top of his head with the blue, woolen blanket. Another day, another mess. Same thing, day in and day out. He didn’t want to face it. Sometimes it’s just too hard.
I hate you. I hate everything about you, your cruel little morning bird tweets and the fact that it’s so hard to snooze you, go to sleep yourself. All you do is wait up all night, preparing to pounce on me in my enjoyable slumber while you agonize over wakefulness, take a break punk. You’re just jealous and so you try to ruin my peace and happiness fuck you!@
I wish some girls’ alarms would go off. They think that they are in love with the most wonderful person in the world, but they aren’t good enough. Abusers sicken me. What sick sadistic pleasure do you get out of putting someone who trusts you so much down? You should be treated like the dogs you are.
it wakes me up in the morning, a very loud, piercing sound that awakens me from my slumber. it may perhaps be one of the most annoying things in this world, but it helps me prepare for my day. to slam on the ‘snooze’ button is all that i really want to do…even if i can’t…
He was my alarm that morning, waking me up with a song. The hazy thoughts of the night evaporated instantly at the sight of his name scrolling across my screen. I hesitated, thinking that my distant nightmares had flown away so easily at the idea of him, worrying that they would come flooding back if I didn’t put my guard up. But I left the guard down, I picked up the phone, and I woke myself up. For the first time I was not ravaged early on by the horrors in my head.
an alarm sounded as she approached the body.all movement stopped.it seemed that their was a pre-programed avoidance module built into the machine.”!@#$ ! you ricky,” she shouted.huh?..now,even anger entered into the algorithm.how!?!
Alarmingly enough, he seemed to be wearing a sombrero. Even more alarming was the fact that I wasn’t surprised. “Ready to go?” I asked cheerfully, throwing open the car door and dropping two of the Tuis in the process.
I hate them. They suck, I throw them at walls to often. They can be good i presume when remembering important things, things that matter more than the slight annoyance of ebing reminded by a horrible buzzing bell of course. Alarms just suck in the morning, no more backspacing bad bad. Morning alarms need to be destroyedddddddd.
As the alarm goes off, she can still feel last night’s food in her stomach. Heavy, unwanted. It’s not really there, but she can feel it. Always food haunts her and makes her crazy. Getting rid of it after she eats keeps her sane. They tell her it’s a disorder, but it helps her maintain order. There can’t be anything wrong with that… can there?
it goes off, and i immediately hit the red button. Is there are fire, slide down the pole. Water sparks from every corner, silvery threads shooting everywhere. Destroying everything, melting. I cover my ears and close my eyes. Pinch them shut.
No alarms and no surprises please Dont startle me Im dealing with this disease that cripples me not in body but in mind and it seems Im running out of time the alarm rings for me
I woke up and heard my alarm going off. It was buzzing in my ear like an annoying bumble bee that I wanted to swat away. Then I remembered that today was a new day, a new beginning. I sat up with a smile on my face and thought to myself how I could make this day the best day I have ever had.
Alarms go off every second of every day. But how often, do you find yourself ignoring them? Shouldn’t they be something we watch out for? Shouldn’t we care more about which lines we can cross and when we know we’re about to speed across them?
Alarms. Ew. School. Clothes. Early morning Mondays. Reminders. Annoying little balls of darkness. I hate the sound of my alarm. Yes Billy Joel, uptown girl does get old every morning at 6.
My alarm clock is my cell phone. The other day I turned one of my alarms off and then proceeded to stick my cell phone on my face. I knew it would go off again in fifteen minutes, but I was too lazy to take it off of my face so when it did go off it was so loud in my face and I was like why the fuck did I leave this on my face. I need to stop saying fuck.
Alarms can be used for several different things, waking up, annoying people and ect. I personally refuse to listen to my alarm its very annoying and I couldnt use anything different anyways. If I was to use something like running water I would just stay asleep. How fucking stupid are people anyways. Lets wake up to the sounds of water.
The alarm ran three times before the fire awoke me with it’s blistering heat. I never did like alarms, but perhaps I should have paid this one a bit more heed. I suppose it’s time to get out of this dump anyways
alarm goes off.
I get annoyed.
why does it have to go off so early?
why cant school be in the afternoon?
i suppose it wouldnt make a difference, but still.
why cant there just be less to learn?
why can teachers teach?
these are quesiton that
There is a presence in my mind, an alarm if you will. It is very annoying, and also a comfort too. I haven’t heard many noises like this in my life. It seems to be a call to action, but with it comes the fears of inadequacy. How that affects the alarm is unknown, but it definitely heightens the volume.
The alarm went off jerking him from a deep sleep. He sat up groggily and wiped his eyes looking blearily about the room. His surroundings slowly came into focus, along with the pounding in his head that was being compounded by the blasting, ringing, chiming of the damned alarm clock and….BAM!
When my alarm goes off, I can ABSOLUTELY not stand it. The annoying buzzing, the vibrating of my phone as it acts as an alarm. To be honest and blunt, it alarms me. I hope that i can snooze it for just 5 more minutes, like that will really help. Or maybe I will just forget to go to work and school, so I just turn it off. Whatever the case, I dislike alarms. A lot.
it was like an alarm
going off in my head
the tears, a rainfall
they constantly shed
it was a loss
there was grief
i mourned everyday
i loved you
i left you
what else can i say
There is doom ahead, something is about to happen, time to get up, got to go to the job I hate, panic, distress, concern, fear, dispise the sound, shut it off, where’s the sledgehammer, Peter Gabriel sang Sledgehammer, senses on alert, worry, are the kids alright, still have the song in my head and don’t want to go to work, I am alarmed that time is almost up, what else can I say about alarm, it brings concern and worry when it is not waking me up, Are you alarmed also?, Does my ranting alarm you?, Don’t be alarmed, nothing to worry about,
I can hear the alarm distinctly. Cutting across the air quickly, bouncing over the rain droplets and approaching my window, my ear. Encircling the room, surrounding me in the piercing, powerful sound that I cannot escape. I can’t bear to hear it any longer, surely my ears will bleed, but it simply continues on. No sympathy, no compassion, not even the slightest notice of my pain let alone my existence. Simply ringing, indefinitely, circular, and unbearable. Did I expect much else? With a head as cluttered as mine, is it any wonder it’s all turned against me? With a heart as untamed as this, there had to be some brain-interference. I can’t think, I don’t even know if I want to. Only alarm, steady and unwavering, blocking all thoughts, all fears, all reason.
Static. Pulsing through my veins. A keen reminder of my mistakes. Perhaps it is now time to let go of all those I called dear.
Today I changed my daily alarm clock to go off 30 minutes later. Permanently. I always wake up tired at the buzzer, and end up hitting snooze for the next 30 minutes. Today I decided to not care about the feeling of “but I have to get up at this time because that’s what productive people do,” and simply sleep through that last half hour. My brain could use the extra 30 minutes of sleep.
Silent Alarm was the first album by the british new-wave indie band, Bloc Party. Garnering critical acclaim from many sources such as NME and pitchfork, it went on to sell many copies and yield many singles.
the alarm in my hallway is broke but i don’t worry too much i will try to escape if there is a fire. maybe out the window. I don’t worry the Lord is in control so my motto is don’t worry be happy! I
I wake up.
It’s my first day of school, and I wonder what it will be like. Are my teachers going to be complete assholes? Damn, I can’t deal with this shit anymore. I’ve spent too long wasting my life in the rooms of idiotic losers. Fuck. It’s my mother calling me now.
Well here goes first grade.
stop. begin. sing in the key of the devil. Hell is when i awake.
I find myself in a state of alarm lately in life. It’s like everything has fallen apart and I can’t hold on anymore. I wish someone would please just save me, help me, find me, hold me. This is going no where fast and I’m sick of doing it alone. S.O.S.
Ring, ring, ring goes the alarm. I reach over and groggily fumble for the snooze button. Ring, ring. I angrily smash the button again.
Sometimes I just don’t want to wake up, because life is hard and I want to keep dreaming. Please keep me from this nightmare.
There once was an alarm that woke the entire continental USA. It was pretty insane. It was on the news and everything. People didn’t know what was going on. But I did. It was my alarm. Zombie apocalypse, go!
i wake up to my alarm. but you had just texted me goodmorning. go figure thats the last i’ve heard of you, i know its so immature but i can’y help the way i feel. its not fair. i want to be open with you. please tell me whats going on. its frustrating not being able to read you like a book. don’t string me along like you have in the past, don’t string me along.. again.
Always a useful tool? Yes, it alerts you as to when a burglar unwantingly enters your home, or when suspicious smoke fills the air, but is that all?
I was abruptly startled by a noise not quite familiar to me. I had been in the deepest of sleeps and having the most amazing dream, when the sound of my alarm went off, startling me. It was this bubblegum pink middle-school appropriate alarm clock that I hadn
t had time to replace with a sleeker, more mature model.
The alarm sounded off with a clattering bang. He turned it off in annoyance, rolling over and covering the top of his head with the blue, woolen blanket. Another day, another mess. Same thing, day in and day out. He didn’t want to face it. Sometimes it’s just too hard.
I hate you. I hate everything about you, your cruel little morning bird tweets and the fact that it’s so hard to snooze you, go to sleep yourself. All you do is wait up all night, preparing to pounce on me in my enjoyable slumber while you agonize over wakefulness, take a break punk. You’re just jealous and so you try to ruin my peace and happiness fuck you!@
I wish some girls’ alarms would go off. They think that they are in love with the most wonderful person in the world, but they aren’t good enough. Abusers sicken me. What sick sadistic pleasure do you get out of putting someone who trusts you so much down? You should be treated like the dogs you are.
Sound. Sounds like peril. Or is it a call? From who? From where?
Get going, get moving. Are you too frightened? Is it too daunting?
it wakes me up in the morning, a very loud, piercing sound that awakens me from my slumber. it may perhaps be one of the most annoying things in this world, but it helps me prepare for my day. to slam on the ‘snooze’ button is all that i really want to do…even if i can’t…
He was my alarm that morning, waking me up with a song. The hazy thoughts of the night evaporated instantly at the sight of his name scrolling across my screen. I hesitated, thinking that my distant nightmares had flown away so easily at the idea of him, worrying that they would come flooding back if I didn’t put my guard up. But I left the guard down, I picked up the phone, and I woke myself up. For the first time I was not ravaged early on by the horrors in my head.
an alarm sounded as she approached the body.all movement stopped.it seemed that their was a pre-programed avoidance module built into the machine.”!@#$ ! you ricky,” she shouted.huh?..now,even anger entered into the algorithm.how!?!
Alarmingly enough, he seemed to be wearing a sombrero. Even more alarming was the fact that I wasn’t surprised. “Ready to go?” I asked cheerfully, throwing open the car door and dropping two of the Tuis in the process.
I hate them. They suck, I throw them at walls to often. They can be good i presume when remembering important things, things that matter more than the slight annoyance of ebing reminded by a horrible buzzing bell of course. Alarms just suck in the morning, no more backspacing bad bad. Morning alarms need to be destroyedddddddd.
As the alarm goes off, she can still feel last night’s food in her stomach. Heavy, unwanted. It’s not really there, but she can feel it. Always food haunts her and makes her crazy. Getting rid of it after she eats keeps her sane. They tell her it’s a disorder, but it helps her maintain order. There can’t be anything wrong with that… can there?
it goes off, and i immediately hit the red button. Is there are fire, slide down the pole. Water sparks from every corner, silvery threads shooting everywhere. Destroying everything, melting. I cover my ears and close my eyes. Pinch them shut.
No alarms and no surprises please Dont startle me Im dealing with this disease that cripples me not in body but in mind and it seems Im running out of time the alarm rings for me
fire. time to wake up. snooze button, hit the snooze button again.
I woke up and heard my alarm going off. It was buzzing in my ear like an annoying bumble bee that I wanted to swat away. Then I remembered that today was a new day, a new beginning. I sat up with a smile on my face and thought to myself how I could make this day the best day I have ever had.
Alarms go off every second of every day. But how often, do you find yourself ignoring them? Shouldn’t they be something we watch out for? Shouldn’t we care more about which lines we can cross and when we know we’re about to speed across them?
go go go!
rise and meet the day.
time to leave
your place of rest
escape your fate
and make a change.
bring me a bring bring don’t take out the dingaling coffee time so automatic, tossin so loud under the sheet, get to movin these old bones
Alarms. Ew. School. Clothes. Early morning Mondays. Reminders. Annoying little balls of darkness. I hate the sound of my alarm. Yes Billy Joel, uptown girl does get old every morning at 6.
My alarm clock is my cell phone. The other day I turned one of my alarms off and then proceeded to stick my cell phone on my face. I knew it would go off again in fifteen minutes, but I was too lazy to take it off of my face so when it did go off it was so loud in my face and I was like why the fuck did I leave this on my face. I need to stop saying fuck.
Alarms can be used for several different things, waking up, annoying people and ect. I personally refuse to listen to my alarm its very annoying and I couldnt use anything different anyways. If I was to use something like running water I would just stay asleep. How fucking stupid are people anyways. Lets wake up to the sounds of water.
The alarm ran three times before the fire awoke me with it’s blistering heat. I never did like alarms, but perhaps I should have paid this one a bit more heed. I suppose it’s time to get out of this dump anyways
alarm goes off.
I get annoyed.
why does it have to go off so early?
why cant school be in the afternoon?
i suppose it wouldnt make a difference, but still.
why cant there just be less to learn?
why can teachers teach?
these are quesiton that
There is a presence in my mind, an alarm if you will. It is very annoying, and also a comfort too. I haven’t heard many noises like this in my life. It seems to be a call to action, but with it comes the fears of inadequacy. How that affects the alarm is unknown, but it definitely heightens the volume.
The alarm went off jerking him from a deep sleep. He sat up groggily and wiped his eyes looking blearily about the room. His surroundings slowly came into focus, along with the pounding in his head that was being compounded by the blasting, ringing, chiming of the damned alarm clock and….BAM!
When my alarm goes off, I can ABSOLUTELY not stand it. The annoying buzzing, the vibrating of my phone as it acts as an alarm. To be honest and blunt, it alarms me. I hope that i can snooze it for just 5 more minutes, like that will really help. Or maybe I will just forget to go to work and school, so I just turn it off. Whatever the case, I dislike alarms. A lot.
it was like an alarm
going off in my head
the tears, a rainfall
they constantly shed
it was a loss
there was grief
i mourned everyday
i loved you
i left you
what else can i say