up alone. wonder what to do for the day. wonder who ill talk to that wil make me smile. wake up in the morning. alone again. go to sleep at night still alone. i miss you. wake me up when you’re back. i must be dreaming. lucid dreams. violent dreams.
Wake. Each time I awake, I feel as if I am prepping for a wake. A time for those around me to judge me, but not with words, just with their eyes, for I am not dead, just simply in a daze. Waking up for each wake is hard, and grows ever so tiring, causing such sharp pains within my chest.
wake up my soul
wake up my heart
it hides in sheets and blankets of protection
uncover it
hold it
carry it and hold it up to feel the light
flowing in from windows
Sometimes, I wake before you and lie in bed just to hear you breathing deeply next to me, just to feel your warmth a little longer, just to feel this…this all consuming love that never lasts when you leave.
wake up and smell the coffee is a really corny line but it does indeed make a lot of sense when you think about it. so wake up and smell the coffee. dude, this is sooo cool!!
I am a. This is the moment when reality hits you, like a gust of fresh air. You realize that things aren’t as they seem. It could be that you are waking up to something that is better than you imagined.
In the wake of my own depression I have lived life as I have never done before. I have loved again, I have seen other worlds and lost all the restraints of the past. I am now new and only look to the ocean to remind myself of the frailty-the sheer change of tide of what was to what is.
In the morning I wake.
I fall out of bed.
And I stare at the sun.
And I blink .
Once.
Twice.
And I open them again.
And I wake.
And I fall out of bed.
And I stare.
And I wake.
Rolling over to see his hazel eyes shine in from the cream white curtains layering his windows, I’d crack a smile. Just to see his dimples arise from his hairy cheeks. I brush the side of his face, and say “goodmorning, my love”.
I wake up early just so I can lie there beside you and watch you sleep. Peacefull, sometimes with a smile on your face. And I wonder to myself how did I get so lucky? How am I led next to this wonderful person. As I have these thoughts and watch, I fall in love with you, deeper and harder.
I love waking up and just laying there, thinking about how my day will go on. Especially when that morning has that first crack of a smile. Because you thought of something or someone who just starts your day off extremely well. It’s amazing.
i hate mornings. i dread waking up long before i go to sleep. sleeping, dreaming, the whole nighttime ritual is so blissful to me i don’t know why anyone would ever want to be a morning person. wake up early? you mean, before my alarm goes off…you have to be kidding me.
To bright stars in the evening sky.
To classmates who look in wonder as you ponder how long you’ve been out.
To his scent as I lie in his arms.
To his touch as he pleasures me while I’m half asleep.
To the taste of his mouth against mine.
To the knowledge that while I’m with him, I’m safe.
wake up everyday. feeling tired. feeling great. looking forward to the next day. eager to wake up. hoping to wake up late. wake to the sound of my daughter laughing. wake up coz my daughter is waking me up. wake up coz my wife is waking me up for work. wake me up when september ends. wake me up before you gogo.wake me up. save me. ohhh ohhhh.
wake: Waking in the morning, stretch. Out the window, nature scene. Small of coffee, bathe, eat. Ready for work or school. I’m alive, time to explore the world. In all its vastness.
When i wake in the morning the first thing on my mind is coffee coffee coffee. I’ve had better days, I know this as soon as I open my eyes. I look around the room and everything looks familiar, and yet not. Where am I and what am I doing here? I should be somewhere else.
I was at my grandfather’s wake where I was reminded yet again of the fragility of life. I’ve always wondered why they are called “wakes.” Perhaps it is because they remind us to get up and live our lives deliberately, as if everything is new. Because one day it will all be over.
i lay in bed just waiting for the right moment. I dont want to move. and i have that annoying feeling that i have to pee but im too comfortable and lazy to actually get up and go. and then i roll back over. I sleep for another hour or so, and wake up again. this time to more arguing. i wish they wouldnt do that. i wish i could sleep all day but the earplugs get obnoxious after a while. so i finally roll out of bed. then i pee, and come back to bed. but i dont sleep. i read. and then browse the internet. and then read some more. and then contemplate taking a nap, but then realize im kind of hungry. so i venture out of my safe little cavern in hopes that i dont run into the locals. but thats just wishful thinking. then i get bitched at a bit before i return to my haven with a snack. It shouldnt be like this. this isnt what i call a home.
escape the dream the night is over, long as it was it’s past now. Do not get lost in your own head, that way lies so much confusion. Trust instead that the day will bring something good, bad, or otherwise. Dreams must end so lives may begin.
I left the wake out the back door. It wasn’t one of those times to try to talk to people I knew or figure out what people were doing later in the week. I felt awful, the rain made it worse. It wasn’t the pouring, walk 10 feet and you’re soaked type of rain, it was the kind that dampened you enough to leave a mark after you’d gotten into your car. Reminded you where you came from and how grey of a day it had been.
Caught in the foaming, frothing wake, she struggled to keep her head above the surface.
Was it smarter to swim, to escape the sea, to find freedom? She could break away and keep her head above the water, eyes fixed on the coast. And she could be safe. Safe. The word slid over the Girl’s tongue with a silky sensation. Safe. Toes touching solid ground at all times, keeping her balanced. She could focus, then, on things of more reasonable importance. She could follow the rules and dry the memories from existence. Wash them away with the tide like tears wiped clean from her cheek. Forever. Forever was eerie…it meant no turning back, no more what if…no more imagining how things might be…
Clearly it was the logical thing to do. The Girl knew it. She could see in the foggy distance those familiar faces, warning her of the dangers of the deep ocean. She could see the concern etched into their eyes. Faintly, the called to the Girl between the wails of the wind. They urged her to reach towards safety, to stretch her shaking limbs towards home.
But she hesitated, sliding her fingers in circles around her submerged body in the wake. The Girl leaned against the pressure of the water and let it hold her. It hugged her skin with long, liquid fingers. It held her firmly, protecting her from further thrashing. It whispered to her with salty breath to relax, to trust the waves, to embrace the unknown. The Girl was tempted to give in. Despite home pulling her to safety, she could not resist the sea’s seduction. She could not turn away from the secrets it promised to reveal. The way it danced beneath the surface, shimmering under the sunlight, almost smiling. It was beautiful. She closed her eyes and let the curves of the waves caress her skin. They were cold, but it felt surprisingly comfortable despite her shivers. She hoped the strength of the waters wouldn’t let her drown.
She treaded two seconds away from diving deep into the sea and allowing the water to lead her strokes.
The waves, they begged for her trust. They pledged their loyalty and their love. But they lusted for her devotion. They needed the Girl. And she needed them. And she feared they would swallow her soul.
The bright sun burned the skin of those that were the crowd as they listened to the Father giving his speech. As his words had wash over the group, there was a peircing sream from a woman as she oozed from her chair to the ground next to the grave of her fallen soilder. She could still hear his voice, smell his aftershave, and feel his lips on hers. The Father paused as the womans family came to her side, their own strength being zapped away by their own grief. Once the woman was under control the Father continued without any other cries of angish.When finished, the crowd slowly made their way to the new widow’s house. There they talked amongst themself until the sound of laughter filled the air. All looked for the source and saw the widow holding a peice of paper. Confused, the soilders mother made her way to the widow and took the paper. With a glance, she to was laughing. As the paper made it’s way around the crowd, laughter filled the house. On the paper was a simple message.
Think of something funny then laugh to keep that joy alive.
when oyu wake up in the morning you are really tired because yous tayed up last night doing homework and when you wake up you have huge bags and it looks like you’ve jsut been pulle dout of the trash, you’re late for school and god knows what else people thik, all i know is i hat waking up early its possibly the worst thing to do.
When I wake up every morning I think of one thing. Of course, I usually forget what that one thing is the very next moment. When you wake up the remnants of your dreams, your inner most thoughts, your deepest darkest desires are right at the front of your mind, begging you to think about them with a rational mind, to recognize that they are there and they want attention. Imagine a world without dreams? Crazy, huh?
came crashing over me like a rush of emotions washing away all that was tangible all i could feel, vibrations over took my body and made my knees shake. I felt powerless as the wake of my thoughts overpowered my body and soul. A losing battle no longer worth the fight. Limp and fragile i lay in tombed in the wet sand as salty froth danced around my toes.
Waking up means to become alive again. The act of waking is a very spiritual process, that hardly receives the credit it deserves. Each day, we wake. We must truly remember to awaken in every aspect of our lives.
I wake up and I think of him, if he’s awake, if he’s thought of me. But I always doubt that he has. We’re “just friends,” but it sometimes seems like more. Like when we hang out and we’re always poking each other and cuddling non-stop and the extra long hugs before we say goodbye. I hope that he has more feelings for me, but I just don’t know
i sleep at night and have beautiful dreams and then i wake up. Its magical and i wish i could experience it more often. its just opening my eyes and then i see the sun.
every waking moment i dream of you and I wonder what I ever did to deserve you… I never would have pegged myself to fit you and I never would have in my life had found anyone better than you to be in my life. You make me happier then i have ever been and I can’t believe she ever tried to change you, because I love you and i want you to be who you are first and with me second. I want to wake up to you.
up alone. wonder what to do for the day. wonder who ill talk to that wil make me smile. wake up in the morning. alone again. go to sleep at night still alone. i miss you. wake me up when you’re back. i must be dreaming. lucid dreams. violent dreams.
Wake. Each time I awake, I feel as if I am prepping for a wake. A time for those around me to judge me, but not with words, just with their eyes, for I am not dead, just simply in a daze. Waking up for each wake is hard, and grows ever so tiring, causing such sharp pains within my chest.
I really don’t enjoy that built-in waking mechanism. I don’t want to wake up anymore if I don’t have to.
wake up my soul
wake up my heart
it hides in sheets and blankets of protection
uncover it
hold it
carry it and hold it up to feel the light
flowing in from windows
tap into
Sometimes, I wake before you and lie in bed just to hear you breathing deeply next to me, just to feel your warmth a little longer, just to feel this…this all consuming love that never lasts when you leave.
wake up and smell the coffee is a really corny line but it does indeed make a lot of sense when you think about it. so wake up and smell the coffee. dude, this is sooo cool!!
I am a. This is the moment when reality hits you, like a gust of fresh air. You realize that things aren’t as they seem. It could be that you are waking up to something that is better than you imagined.
In the wake of all of this insanity, I wake up and wonder if all is right, i can see that no one is awake, but what does that have to do with me?
In the wake of my own depression I have lived life as I have never done before. I have loved again, I have seen other worlds and lost all the restraints of the past. I am now new and only look to the ocean to remind myself of the frailty-the sheer change of tide of what was to what is.
In the morning I wake.
I fall out of bed.
And I stare at the sun.
And I blink .
Once.
Twice.
And I open them again.
And I wake.
And I fall out of bed.
And I stare.
And I wake.
Rolling over to see his hazel eyes shine in from the cream white curtains layering his windows, I’d crack a smile. Just to see his dimples arise from his hairy cheeks. I brush the side of his face, and say “goodmorning, my love”.
I wake up early just so I can lie there beside you and watch you sleep. Peacefull, sometimes with a smile on your face. And I wonder to myself how did I get so lucky? How am I led next to this wonderful person. As I have these thoughts and watch, I fall in love with you, deeper and harder.
I love waking up and just laying there, thinking about how my day will go on. Especially when that morning has that first crack of a smile. Because you thought of something or someone who just starts your day off extremely well. It’s amazing.
i hate mornings. i dread waking up long before i go to sleep. sleeping, dreaming, the whole nighttime ritual is so blissful to me i don’t know why anyone would ever want to be a morning person. wake up early? you mean, before my alarm goes off…you have to be kidding me.
To bright stars in the evening sky.
To classmates who look in wonder as you ponder how long you’ve been out.
To his scent as I lie in his arms.
To his touch as he pleasures me while I’m half asleep.
To the taste of his mouth against mine.
To the knowledge that while I’m with him, I’m safe.
wake up everyday. feeling tired. feeling great. looking forward to the next day. eager to wake up. hoping to wake up late. wake to the sound of my daughter laughing. wake up coz my daughter is waking me up. wake up coz my wife is waking me up for work. wake me up when september ends. wake me up before you gogo.wake me up. save me. ohhh ohhhh.
it’s time to get up. be focus, no time for loser if you are not waking yourself.
wake: Waking in the morning, stretch. Out the window, nature scene. Small of coffee, bathe, eat. Ready for work or school. I’m alive, time to explore the world. In all its vastness.
When i wake in the morning the first thing on my mind is coffee coffee coffee. I’ve had better days, I know this as soon as I open my eyes. I look around the room and everything looks familiar, and yet not. Where am I and what am I doing here? I should be somewhere else.
I was at my grandfather’s wake where I was reminded yet again of the fragility of life. I’ve always wondered why they are called “wakes.” Perhaps it is because they remind us to get up and live our lives deliberately, as if everything is new. Because one day it will all be over.
i lay in bed just waiting for the right moment. I dont want to move. and i have that annoying feeling that i have to pee but im too comfortable and lazy to actually get up and go. and then i roll back over. I sleep for another hour or so, and wake up again. this time to more arguing. i wish they wouldnt do that. i wish i could sleep all day but the earplugs get obnoxious after a while. so i finally roll out of bed. then i pee, and come back to bed. but i dont sleep. i read. and then browse the internet. and then read some more. and then contemplate taking a nap, but then realize im kind of hungry. so i venture out of my safe little cavern in hopes that i dont run into the locals. but thats just wishful thinking. then i get bitched at a bit before i return to my haven with a snack. It shouldnt be like this. this isnt what i call a home.
wake up and Live.. too many people let life pass them by and never seize the Infinite Possibilities that surround them every moment of their life
escape the dream the night is over, long as it was it’s past now. Do not get lost in your own head, that way lies so much confusion. Trust instead that the day will bring something good, bad, or otherwise. Dreams must end so lives may begin.
I left the wake out the back door. It wasn’t one of those times to try to talk to people I knew or figure out what people were doing later in the week. I felt awful, the rain made it worse. It wasn’t the pouring, walk 10 feet and you’re soaked type of rain, it was the kind that dampened you enough to leave a mark after you’d gotten into your car. Reminded you where you came from and how grey of a day it had been.
The Girl in the Wake.
Caught in the foaming, frothing wake, she struggled to keep her head above the surface.
Was it smarter to swim, to escape the sea, to find freedom? She could break away and keep her head above the water, eyes fixed on the coast. And she could be safe. Safe. The word slid over the Girl’s tongue with a silky sensation. Safe. Toes touching solid ground at all times, keeping her balanced. She could focus, then, on things of more reasonable importance. She could follow the rules and dry the memories from existence. Wash them away with the tide like tears wiped clean from her cheek. Forever. Forever was eerie…it meant no turning back, no more what if…no more imagining how things might be…
Clearly it was the logical thing to do. The Girl knew it. She could see in the foggy distance those familiar faces, warning her of the dangers of the deep ocean. She could see the concern etched into their eyes. Faintly, the called to the Girl between the wails of the wind. They urged her to reach towards safety, to stretch her shaking limbs towards home.
But she hesitated, sliding her fingers in circles around her submerged body in the wake. The Girl leaned against the pressure of the water and let it hold her. It hugged her skin with long, liquid fingers. It held her firmly, protecting her from further thrashing. It whispered to her with salty breath to relax, to trust the waves, to embrace the unknown. The Girl was tempted to give in. Despite home pulling her to safety, she could not resist the sea’s seduction. She could not turn away from the secrets it promised to reveal. The way it danced beneath the surface, shimmering under the sunlight, almost smiling. It was beautiful. She closed her eyes and let the curves of the waves caress her skin. They were cold, but it felt surprisingly comfortable despite her shivers. She hoped the strength of the waters wouldn’t let her drown.
She treaded two seconds away from diving deep into the sea and allowing the water to lead her strokes.
The waves, they begged for her trust. They pledged their loyalty and their love. But they lusted for her devotion. They needed the Girl. And she needed them. And she feared they would swallow her soul.
The bright sun burned the skin of those that were the crowd as they listened to the Father giving his speech. As his words had wash over the group, there was a peircing sream from a woman as she oozed from her chair to the ground next to the grave of her fallen soilder. She could still hear his voice, smell his aftershave, and feel his lips on hers. The Father paused as the womans family came to her side, their own strength being zapped away by their own grief. Once the woman was under control the Father continued without any other cries of angish.When finished, the crowd slowly made their way to the new widow’s house. There they talked amongst themself until the sound of laughter filled the air. All looked for the source and saw the widow holding a peice of paper. Confused, the soilders mother made her way to the widow and took the paper. With a glance, she to was laughing. As the paper made it’s way around the crowd, laughter filled the house. On the paper was a simple message.
Think of something funny then laugh to keep that joy alive.
when oyu wake up in the morning you are really tired because yous tayed up last night doing homework and when you wake up you have huge bags and it looks like you’ve jsut been pulle dout of the trash, you’re late for school and god knows what else people thik, all i know is i hat waking up early its possibly the worst thing to do.
When I wake up every morning I think of one thing. Of course, I usually forget what that one thing is the very next moment. When you wake up the remnants of your dreams, your inner most thoughts, your deepest darkest desires are right at the front of your mind, begging you to think about them with a rational mind, to recognize that they are there and they want attention. Imagine a world without dreams? Crazy, huh?
came crashing over me like a rush of emotions washing away all that was tangible all i could feel, vibrations over took my body and made my knees shake. I felt powerless as the wake of my thoughts overpowered my body and soul. A losing battle no longer worth the fight. Limp and fragile i lay in tombed in the wet sand as salty froth danced around my toes.
The price of dreams.
Waking up means to become alive again. The act of waking is a very spiritual process, that hardly receives the credit it deserves. Each day, we wake. We must truly remember to awaken in every aspect of our lives.
I wake up and I think of him, if he’s awake, if he’s thought of me. But I always doubt that he has. We’re “just friends,” but it sometimes seems like more. Like when we hang out and we’re always poking each other and cuddling non-stop and the extra long hugs before we say goodbye. I hope that he has more feelings for me, but I just don’t know
i sleep at night and have beautiful dreams and then i wake up. Its magical and i wish i could experience it more often. its just opening my eyes and then i see the sun.
every waking moment i dream of you and I wonder what I ever did to deserve you… I never would have pegged myself to fit you and I never would have in my life had found anyone better than you to be in my life. You make me happier then i have ever been and I can’t believe she ever tried to change you, because I love you and i want you to be who you are first and with me second. I want to wake up to you.
Hey you.
You up?
Come on,
it’s time to be
nameless again.
wake up. feel a surge of energy. become aware. get engaged. turn the wheels. forage a path. wake up. wake up. wakeup.
i dont want to wake.. in fact i’ve been awake, here, the whole night. and now that we’re awake i dont want to go anywhere. wake. i dont want to wake.
up in dreams until nevermind stirs. nevermind.
wake..
wake up.
wake up.
look we’ve got to get up.
i dont want to either.
i wish we could stay like this all day too.
but we’ve got to wake.