When I wake up in the morning, I never want to get out of bed. I feel like a baby in a womb, all wrapped up and warm. I want to fall back asleep and go to where I was before, unconscious. I like to sleep in
Wake up and see me kneeling over you, crying, my tear glimmering like silver beads as they drop on your chest; breaking apart like the dreams in my heart.
I am never in the waking hours. I can’t wake up. I can’t force myself to open my eyes and face another empty day. I feel more alive in my odd dreams that I can’t recall when I wake than I do in the waking world. I don’t wanna stop sleeping and forget those strange dreams that are apart of me.
somehow simultaneously the death of a loved one and the birth of a new day. somehow i am not looking forward to the latter lately. the beginning of a new year leaves me right back in the mess i desperately wanted to leave behind. too many balls in the air, too few hours in the day. event socializing feels like too much of an effort right now. oh cliched depression, how i’ve missed you. if there is one thing i have learned in the past year and a half, it’s that you are a cyclical being. your lust pounds down on me in waves… my longest running love affair. i still quiver in your wake.
When she wakes, she’s not actually sure if she’s awake or not. Her eyes are glazed over with sleep, and her hair is matted. Everything seems real, but she’s not sure. Is she still dreaming, or has she truly woken? She’s not sure if she’ll ever know.
The morning is bright, sun dripping through the blinds, languid and wild. Eyelids flutter, a soft moan from a stranger. How did I get here? How did I become this way? White skin, cold and smooth against my own, a brush of foreign lips against my neck. Hot breath.
waking up every morning is a blessing
to be allowed to do so really wakes me up
to the world around me
to all the people i have in my life
to everything
when i wake, my eyes are open to things they may have not been before
to wake is to live
with no regrets
Wake could be to get up in the morning. It could mean the aftermath or something, or it could precede a funeral. It could Also precede the word -boarding. I’m not sure what you’re supposed to do here.
It’s the most painful part of the proceedings. Everyone forcing themselves to be jolly for my sake, telling me wonderful things that I didn’t know about the closest person to me. How does that help? Take me away from it all, don’t let the pain increase anymore.
it is not raining. The wind is restless around black skirts and black smiles, and we stand still in the midst of it, in this burnt eyed wake. Ne me quitte pas, I say, and let the air take the words away,
i hate the feeling when i first wake up. i just want to go back to sleep. but at the same time, it’s such a pretty time – it makes me think of sunrise and nature. all beautiful. but i could just dream about that too…
I wake, with a headache and a dread. I can’t remember how I got here. I don’t know anything about where I am. I don’t understand. I can’t see. I can hardly breathe. Something isn’t right. I remember going to the library. And then my mind hurts as is tries to recall images that just don’t want to be remembered. I need to wake up. Cautiously I reach over to my arm and pinch it, nope. Not sleeping.
In the wake of my lovers death I’m smiling from the corners of my lips, which drips down to the bottom of my chin, which slides into the deepst part of my heart. In the wake of my lovers death I’m smiling through my chest, out my toes, I can breathe now.
I am awake. last time I checked. I want to awaken though very slowly and delicately and begin to clear away the mush in side of my veins. I want to cleanse, to awaken the good things, and put the sleepy sadness into its threadbare sheets.
I don’t feel awake. I mean I get up every morning, do my hair, put on my makeup…you know the drill. But what is there to feel alive for? I think that’s what being awake really is, feeling alive. I NEED TO WAKE UP! Muse. The Muse concert is the only time I felt awake.
once i was awake i realised that it was time to put the kettle on and feel the cats there wonderful breakfast of bread a milk, i boiled the kettle in hope for warm milk for the cats on such a cold and frosty morning. as i opened the back door i saw her there standing there in the fresh morning mist she wore a long white dressed there was blood dripping from her tangled hair
Wake morning feeling like P. Diddy. Grab my glasses I’m out the door. I’m gonna hit this city.
When I wake up, oh I know I’m gonna be.
Wake me up before you go-go.
opening your eyes gradually, slowly stretching out and reaching; then i realize that we’ve switched places overnight and he’s on the other side, i’m reaching out into thin air, about to fall.
I wake up in the morning. The dawn is blinding. Blinding. The sun screeches, hurts. I fear the scratches – I know they are there. Another day. Another day. Another day. Argh. Im tempted to go back to sleep but the sun refuses to let me do that. Okay, I’ll wake up then. I’ll brush my teeth, drink my coffee, and then go about my day.
Wake up I’ve been waiting for you. Ha. She’s the man. Wake and bake? Gross. I hate weed. Wake upppp….I need to wake up. I need to get my life in order.
Reminds me of coffee. Caffeine. Mmmm. Caffeine.
Wake….a funeral.
Can’t think of that yet.
hmmm…..
“The tide comes in, the tide goes out. Never a miscommunication.” With pundits like Bill O’Reilly, it’s no wonder that we have such an ignorant society – the leftover reverberations of a man’s ignorant words.
i woke up today & saw snow outside. cool. no work. i call & no one answers. turned out the store was open. i never went in. fuck that i do’t care.
mom’s mad at me again. fuck her. wake up & cut the ambilical chord already. how old am i!? that’s right 21. almost 22. get over it. i’m not 15 & you can’t boss me around & blame everything that’s wrong on me anymore.
I wake to see her in misery. We’re all miserable. Can’t they see that? Just let me go. I want to wake up and be alone. By myself. In a place of my own. No charity, no one to hold anything over my head.
When I wake up in the morning, I never want to get out of bed. I feel like a baby in a womb, all wrapped up and warm. I want to fall back asleep and go to where I was before, unconscious. I like to sleep in
Some people sleep. Some people don’t. I’m in between. I’m the one who won’t.
Wake up and see me kneeling over you, crying, my tear glimmering like silver beads as they drop on your chest; breaking apart like the dreams in my heart.
I am never in the waking hours. I can’t wake up. I can’t force myself to open my eyes and face another empty day. I feel more alive in my odd dreams that I can’t recall when I wake than I do in the waking world. I don’t wanna stop sleeping and forget those strange dreams that are apart of me.
somehow simultaneously the death of a loved one and the birth of a new day. somehow i am not looking forward to the latter lately. the beginning of a new year leaves me right back in the mess i desperately wanted to leave behind. too many balls in the air, too few hours in the day. event socializing feels like too much of an effort right now. oh cliched depression, how i’ve missed you. if there is one thing i have learned in the past year and a half, it’s that you are a cyclical being. your lust pounds down on me in waves… my longest running love affair. i still quiver in your wake.
When she wakes, she’s not actually sure if she’s awake or not. Her eyes are glazed over with sleep, and her hair is matted. Everything seems real, but she’s not sure. Is she still dreaming, or has she truly woken? She’s not sure if she’ll ever know.
wake up time to go, hurry hurry
don’t wake him up, he’ll get so angry if you do.
wake after the funeral. poeple everywhere.
wake up, go to sleep
Wake and find yourself where? On the moon sharing breakfast with my man, watching the earthrise and drawing forever circles in the dust.
The morning is bright, sun dripping through the blinds, languid and wild. Eyelids flutter, a soft moan from a stranger. How did I get here? How did I become this way? White skin, cold and smooth against my own, a brush of foreign lips against my neck. Hot breath.
difficult to do in the morning maybe something that happens when you die I’m awake right now wake up fool! rhymes with shake
waking up every morning is a blessing
to be allowed to do so really wakes me up
to the world around me
to all the people i have in my life
to everything
when i wake, my eyes are open to things they may have not been before
to wake is to live
with no regrets
He grumbled as his alarm clock made him wake up in the morning.
The tuber shouted with glee as she went in and out the boat’s wake.
These are the two definitions of wake that I know of.
Wake could be to get up in the morning. It could mean the aftermath or something, or it could precede a funeral. It could Also precede the word -boarding. I’m not sure what you’re supposed to do here.
It’s the most painful part of the proceedings. Everyone forcing themselves to be jolly for my sake, telling me wonderful things that I didn’t know about the closest person to me. How does that help? Take me away from it all, don’t let the pain increase anymore.
She woke up late in the wake of the sun, blinking her eyes in the soft white light left in the trail of a spinning star.
it’s sunny. time to get up. or the water is rising. boats water fishing pier seattle pike place market pig flying fish cold
it is not raining. The wind is restless around black skirts and black smiles, and we stand still in the midst of it, in this burnt eyed wake. Ne me quitte pas, I say, and let the air take the words away,
I don’t want to wake up one day, years from now and be alone.
something that you have when your favorite professor dies and everyone wears black and drinks wine and cries.
also, what you do in the morning, after sleeping.
the word you least want to hear from mom on a school day.
Wake Up!
i hate the feeling when i first wake up. i just want to go back to sleep. but at the same time, it’s such a pretty time – it makes me think of sunrise and nature. all beautiful. but i could just dream about that too…
she saw a wake!!! she could not get out of the way!!!! she was not a good swimmer. it washed her under. she herd voices, then all was quiet.
I wake, with a headache and a dread. I can’t remember how I got here. I don’t know anything about where I am. I don’t understand. I can’t see. I can hardly breathe. Something isn’t right. I remember going to the library. And then my mind hurts as is tries to recall images that just don’t want to be remembered. I need to wake up. Cautiously I reach over to my arm and pinch it, nope. Not sleeping.
In the wake of my lovers death I’m smiling from the corners of my lips, which drips down to the bottom of my chin, which slides into the deepst part of my heart. In the wake of my lovers death I’m smiling through my chest, out my toes, I can breathe now.
I don’t want to wake up. I feel I’ve earned a few more minutes of sleep. I snooze.
When I wake, and I look out over that desolate landscape of sand and shrub, I wonder if I have just left or entered my dreaming.
I am awake. last time I checked. I want to awaken though very slowly and delicately and begin to clear away the mush in side of my veins. I want to cleanse, to awaken the good things, and put the sleepy sadness into its threadbare sheets.
I don’t feel awake. I mean I get up every morning, do my hair, put on my makeup…you know the drill. But what is there to feel alive for? I think that’s what being awake really is, feeling alive. I NEED TO WAKE UP! Muse. The Muse concert is the only time I felt awake.
once i was awake i realised that it was time to put the kettle on and feel the cats there wonderful breakfast of bread a milk, i boiled the kettle in hope for warm milk for the cats on such a cold and frosty morning. as i opened the back door i saw her there standing there in the fresh morning mist she wore a long white dressed there was blood dripping from her tangled hair
Wake morning feeling like P. Diddy. Grab my glasses I’m out the door. I’m gonna hit this city.
When I wake up, oh I know I’m gonna be.
Wake me up before you go-go.
opening your eyes gradually, slowly stretching out and reaching; then i realize that we’ve switched places overnight and he’s on the other side, i’m reaching out into thin air, about to fall.
I wake up in the morning. The dawn is blinding. Blinding. The sun screeches, hurts. I fear the scratches – I know they are there. Another day. Another day. Another day. Argh. Im tempted to go back to sleep but the sun refuses to let me do that. Okay, I’ll wake up then. I’ll brush my teeth, drink my coffee, and then go about my day.
Wake up I’ve been waiting for you. Ha. She’s the man. Wake and bake? Gross. I hate weed. Wake upppp….I need to wake up. I need to get my life in order.
Reminds me of coffee. Caffeine. Mmmm. Caffeine.
Wake….a funeral.
Can’t think of that yet.
hmmm…..
“The tide comes in, the tide goes out. Never a miscommunication.” With pundits like Bill O’Reilly, it’s no wonder that we have such an ignorant society – the leftover reverberations of a man’s ignorant words.
i woke up today & saw snow outside. cool. no work. i call & no one answers. turned out the store was open. i never went in. fuck that i do’t care.
mom’s mad at me again. fuck her. wake up & cut the ambilical chord already. how old am i!? that’s right 21. almost 22. get over it. i’m not 15 & you can’t boss me around & blame everything that’s wrong on me anymore.
I wake to see her in misery. We’re all miserable. Can’t they see that? Just let me go. I want to wake up and be alone. By myself. In a place of my own. No charity, no one to hold anything over my head.
Wake me up before you go go, don’t leave me hanging on like a yo yo. It has been a long day…
the alarm clock went off and woke Tommy up but Sara slept on.
i wake up in the morning, i hate waking up early. all of us have to wake up, after waking up we have our breakfast and then go to work freshly.
I went to the window and looked out upon the shoreline. The wake of the sea was low this.morning, and the waves were peacefully lapping the sand.
“Hey, hey… are you awake?” he nudged her.
“mmm…” she murmured
“Babe, wake up, are you awake?”
“No, I’m not.” she turned over.