and the syrupy morning dawns on wonderful with wonderful wondering what to when where how and why would you leave me at this time when I’ve hardly batted an eye and emptied my shoes?
Gary W Granger
waking in the morning, i find myself wondering what my life will bring me.
i feel the need to fulfill my life with the dreams that I dream of, but I just can’t seem to do it.
i need more inspiration, i need something in my life that will help me concentrate on me and not anyone else.
why can’t i find that thing ?
i need help.
alyssa
wake up sleepy head
am i awake or just dreaming
wake and take charge of your day
awake
sleep
gone
dream
new
start
commence
break
brake
breathe
darasaur@gmail.com
I think of beginnings when i see this word. The wake of a wave breaks and opens up. When you wake up you begin a new day. It has a very gradual vibrant feeling to me.
The dude
when morning it is nice to know that i am going to wake up to a new day of life. this is also some people call a rosary after a death. ummm yeah this is way too much time to keep writing about wake. so anyways. have a great day!
Hannah
When I wake, I could feel completely different, about everything, from what I’m feeling right now..
i revamp a little cushion as the dusty sunlight wakes its invisible bugs.
it eases me down the stairs.
it trumps a trumpet.
it writes me a card.
linda
Assimilate sleep. Assimilate wake. So many are asleep, with no desire to be awake. Who will awaken them? None but themselves; eternal sleep they’ll be damned. Walking as blind eyes-wide as they are when they slumber. No one will open their eyes, but their own mind which powers them and all parts of their being. Damned to death during life.
I feel restless just reading those words. Judged, less than. I am awake, I want to shout, but it is like in that gelatinous dream state when your mouth can’t move and the words get stuck in your throat. Leave me alone, you shout. Inside. Silent. Seething.
The lights were soft upon the flower-patterned walls. My mother wept in the corner. I stood silently next to my father’s photo. A wake is no place for a child.
In the wake of the war, the sky was red and the soil was black and nobody dared to leave the sanctuary the Scientists had built for them. A year turned into another, a decade passed by, a generation grew up and grew old in the underground shelter safe from radiation and toxic fumes. Eventually, the human race had forgotten where it had come from, believing that the deep dark caves illuminated only by artificial light were their home. Until, one day, a small boy got lost and wandered where no one in their right mind would dare to wander – up and up, through the abandoned passage that led Outside. When it was discovered where he had gone, the boy’s parents cried, certain of his untimely death. The boy came back carrying flowers – lush green stems, colorful petals and fragrant beyond imagination – but nobody but the children believed him when they heard where he had picked them.
Every day when I wake up, the first thing I think about is you. How lucky I am to love you, and have you love me back. How much I want to hold you, and keep you forever.
blah
wake, beautiful.
you’re soft hair fallen on the pillow
eyes closed with your lashes to cheek
wake, i want to live today with you,
i want to live life with you
wake,beautiful.
Zaanti
I wake to your text early each and every morning.
I can imagine your face as you type it out.
Always a heart next to my name.
Always sincerity.
Always love.
Always.
When I wake up in the morning I have this really weird feeling. I feel myself vibrating and kind of “pulsating” in a weird way. What could this be? I’m not sure, but I think I kind of enjoy it.
Timothy
sleeping with his eyes closed, Harry was a pretty smooth character- obviously, the streamling was a great help to allow passage through the medium which is arguably every bit as essential to life on earth as sunlight. Despite his predicament beneath the ocean waves, nothing could damp his spirits, for even though there was a great deal of death and destruction in the wake of the nets, he lived amongst the glory of corals and colour which terrestrials would bust a lung for.
The first wake I went to was for my Great Grandmother who died in 1995. It’s funny the power of death to bring a family together. All I remember of the day were black clothes, sunglasses and rain. I don’t remember the service itself, but will never forget the wake.
Nick Edmonds
In the wakes of the ocean.
Feel the water rising over your head and falling down your body.
Moments of complete inundation, and yet complete peace.
The breaking of the water leads to the harshness above.
wake up,and see what is around you! how happy you are to be alive,breathing,sensing and loving.
:)
Wake up in the morning, feeling llike p diddy…ok, I won’t do kesha lyrics. But let’s see…wake island, the wake of a boat, not waking up in the morning. You know what she needs? a sobriety test. I woke up several times last night, because I couldn’t sleep, and I didn’t get very much sleep
John
“Wake up,” she whispered and nudged me slightly. I smiled, hearing her voice first thing in the morning would never get old. Not even after 30 years of marriage.
Iris
I wake up wishing you were here.
I wish I hadn’t met you.
You were the best thing that happened to me last year.
Even though I have never touched your face,
nor held your hand,
nor felt your hands on me,
I know that you are the one person I can see myself with.
Nikole
me up, wake me up. i cant help but stay asleep on these simply days of snow or rain. Wake me up. Sometimes I can’t help but keep dreaming. Dreaming about everything around that just couldn’t possibly exist. Wake me up if you can, or I’ll stay in this slumber. Stay in the slumber so I can’t possibly have anything wrong happen.
Neill
I was sitting in the park when I last thought about you, I woke up 2 minutes before the snake bit me.Does it make sense ? I fell asleep again until I was wake.
Manas
Waking up in the morning isn’t fun. There’s that groggy feeling and bad taste in your mouth. Your eyes are tired and you just want to sleep more. There’s the portion of waking up that requires throwing off the blankets and getting out of bed. Then you have to ask, “Can I wake up?”
Andrea
Every morning I wake up I start to think what the day will bring. Most nights I dream of something fabulous or completely crazy, yet I always wish that was my reality. Everyday just seems more and more like the last day. Some days I enjoy waking up and seeing what will happen and other times I wish I could have just stayed in my dream.
Nicole Meyer
morning
asshole
table
bedbugs
coffee
sex
sun
sleep
holidays
times square
lion
cage
aggression
natural
awake
blueberry muffins
life
Manas
i love to wake up with you next to me. I want to wake up when the sun is shining through the window in a beautiful way. Around 7.30 am maybe.. I’ll be laying there naked in the white sheets
Funny
wake up and smell the coffee, with creamer floating around in it like little soft clouds, like your forgotten dreams. See the yellow-gold light streaming through the blinds in distinct rays, like the sun can’t wait to see you. Try not to mind when the first thing you see outside your door is the garbage covering every god-forsaken surface.
i awoke this morning with one thought in my head: music: the bassline of some song ive been singing. Reasoning with my self: was it 3/4 or 4/4 i liked the best.. tom waits? something else..
bjarke
on this empty morning i awoke, with only a thought in my head. his smile, his laugh, his voice. still ringing through my mind. hitting a note lost to my heart.
I wake up everyday to the same old thing. The yelling, the missing of the very by who taught me how to live, made me want to live. He’s dead now though, its been a year. The sounds of socked feet outside my door made me throw the covers upon myself, wanting to just crawl into a ball and just never wake up, not until this life ends.
Jessie
awaken in the middle of the night I dream of you,the lonely soul in this world that does not want and can’t sleep because the tought of never awakening again does not leave its sight on you not one moment, and some how ,even in my dream I can feel that you are the only one that can make me whole.I hope, I really do, that one day you will come to me and say something,that you won’t gracefully pass me by and instead you’ll notice me and say “Hi!How are you?”. maybe then i’ll have the courage to speak to you but my fragile heart will ,for sure,be overwhelmed by your meer presence and I’ll start stuttering like I always do when in front of something magnificent,like you.Maybe though you will be the one to wake my soul and give me wings to fly over the world and see things liek they really are and not give so much tought to things that are far less important to anyone but me.Wake me and give birth to my courage and set me free to conquer the world for you and put it at your feet.
tomy
not again….i’m so sleepy….snooze button has to stop……someone throw cold water on me…wait, don’t. just let me sleeeeeepppppp!!!! i don’t get why we have to wake up on a schedule. why can’t we just have jobs where we wake at will and come in after that!
Maggie
water skis flew at my face as I faceplanted in the water. and why? because of a wake of a careless boat. never in my life have I been so humiliated. who’d have known a wake would cause me to awaken and realize… I cannot do everything. I suck at waterskiing.
christine
Wake the dead. Have a wake. Wake from a long deep sleep. Time to wake up. Time to wake up. Wake up and smell the coffee. Wake up. WAKE UP.
dont tell me im not awake. its the best thing for me now to believe this is real
Anabelle
Wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ like P-Diddy. Actually, that’s very far from the truth. I woke up at 4:00 this morning to such a sore throat that I thought the world would surely end in a matter of minutes. It was all I could do to drag my poor, defeated body out of bed to quell the ache with a Tylenol.
One day I will wake up to find that you are not in the city anymore. The anticipation of the night will have disappeared as you fly away, further and further each second. The city without you will feel empty, cold, as if something that defines this city is missing. Come back soon.
and the syrupy morning dawns on wonderful with wonderful wondering what to when where how and why would you leave me at this time when I’ve hardly batted an eye and emptied my shoes?
waking in the morning, i find myself wondering what my life will bring me.
i feel the need to fulfill my life with the dreams that I dream of, but I just can’t seem to do it.
i need more inspiration, i need something in my life that will help me concentrate on me and not anyone else.
why can’t i find that thing ?
i need help.
wake up sleepy head
am i awake or just dreaming
wake and take charge of your day
awake
sleep
gone
dream
new
start
commence
break
brake
breathe
I think of beginnings when i see this word. The wake of a wave breaks and opens up. When you wake up you begin a new day. It has a very gradual vibrant feeling to me.
when morning it is nice to know that i am going to wake up to a new day of life. this is also some people call a rosary after a death. ummm yeah this is way too much time to keep writing about wake. so anyways. have a great day!
When I wake, I could feel completely different, about everything, from what I’m feeling right now..
i revamp a little cushion as the dusty sunlight wakes its invisible bugs.
it eases me down the stairs.
it trumps a trumpet.
it writes me a card.
Assimilate sleep. Assimilate wake. So many are asleep, with no desire to be awake. Who will awaken them? None but themselves; eternal sleep they’ll be damned. Walking as blind eyes-wide as they are when they slumber. No one will open their eyes, but their own mind which powers them and all parts of their being. Damned to death during life.
Wake up, Wake up. Wake up.
I feel restless just reading those words. Judged, less than. I am awake, I want to shout, but it is like in that gelatinous dream state when your mouth can’t move and the words get stuck in your throat. Leave me alone, you shout. Inside. Silent. Seething.
The lights were soft upon the flower-patterned walls. My mother wept in the corner. I stood silently next to my father’s photo. A wake is no place for a child.
In the wake of the war, the sky was red and the soil was black and nobody dared to leave the sanctuary the Scientists had built for them. A year turned into another, a decade passed by, a generation grew up and grew old in the underground shelter safe from radiation and toxic fumes. Eventually, the human race had forgotten where it had come from, believing that the deep dark caves illuminated only by artificial light were their home. Until, one day, a small boy got lost and wandered where no one in their right mind would dare to wander – up and up, through the abandoned passage that led Outside. When it was discovered where he had gone, the boy’s parents cried, certain of his untimely death. The boy came back carrying flowers – lush green stems, colorful petals and fragrant beyond imagination – but nobody but the children believed him when they heard where he had picked them.
Every day when I wake up, the first thing I think about is you. How lucky I am to love you, and have you love me back. How much I want to hold you, and keep you forever.
wake, beautiful.
you’re soft hair fallen on the pillow
eyes closed with your lashes to cheek
wake, i want to live today with you,
i want to live life with you
wake,beautiful.
I wake to your text early each and every morning.
I can imagine your face as you type it out.
Always a heart next to my name.
Always sincerity.
Always love.
Always.
When I wake up in the morning I have this really weird feeling. I feel myself vibrating and kind of “pulsating” in a weird way. What could this be? I’m not sure, but I think I kind of enjoy it.
sleeping with his eyes closed, Harry was a pretty smooth character- obviously, the streamling was a great help to allow passage through the medium which is arguably every bit as essential to life on earth as sunlight. Despite his predicament beneath the ocean waves, nothing could damp his spirits, for even though there was a great deal of death and destruction in the wake of the nets, he lived amongst the glory of corals and colour which terrestrials would bust a lung for.
The first wake I went to was for my Great Grandmother who died in 1995. It’s funny the power of death to bring a family together. All I remember of the day were black clothes, sunglasses and rain. I don’t remember the service itself, but will never forget the wake.
In the wakes of the ocean.
Feel the water rising over your head and falling down your body.
Moments of complete inundation, and yet complete peace.
The breaking of the water leads to the harshness above.
wake up,and see what is around you! how happy you are to be alive,breathing,sensing and loving.
Wake up in the morning, feeling llike p diddy…ok, I won’t do kesha lyrics. But let’s see…wake island, the wake of a boat, not waking up in the morning. You know what she needs? a sobriety test. I woke up several times last night, because I couldn’t sleep, and I didn’t get very much sleep
“Wake up,” she whispered and nudged me slightly. I smiled, hearing her voice first thing in the morning would never get old. Not even after 30 years of marriage.
I wake up wishing you were here.
I wish I hadn’t met you.
You were the best thing that happened to me last year.
Even though I have never touched your face,
nor held your hand,
nor felt your hands on me,
I know that you are the one person I can see myself with.
me up, wake me up. i cant help but stay asleep on these simply days of snow or rain. Wake me up. Sometimes I can’t help but keep dreaming. Dreaming about everything around that just couldn’t possibly exist. Wake me up if you can, or I’ll stay in this slumber. Stay in the slumber so I can’t possibly have anything wrong happen.
I was sitting in the park when I last thought about you, I woke up 2 minutes before the snake bit me.Does it make sense ? I fell asleep again until I was wake.
Waking up in the morning isn’t fun. There’s that groggy feeling and bad taste in your mouth. Your eyes are tired and you just want to sleep more. There’s the portion of waking up that requires throwing off the blankets and getting out of bed. Then you have to ask, “Can I wake up?”
Every morning I wake up I start to think what the day will bring. Most nights I dream of something fabulous or completely crazy, yet I always wish that was my reality. Everyday just seems more and more like the last day. Some days I enjoy waking up and seeing what will happen and other times I wish I could have just stayed in my dream.
morning
asshole
table
bedbugs
coffee
sex
sun
sleep
holidays
times square
lion
cage
aggression
natural
awake
blueberry muffins
life
i love to wake up with you next to me. I want to wake up when the sun is shining through the window in a beautiful way. Around 7.30 am maybe.. I’ll be laying there naked in the white sheets
wake up and smell the coffee, with creamer floating around in it like little soft clouds, like your forgotten dreams. See the yellow-gold light streaming through the blinds in distinct rays, like the sun can’t wait to see you. Try not to mind when the first thing you see outside your door is the garbage covering every god-forsaken surface.
i awoke this morning with one thought in my head: music: the bassline of some song ive been singing. Reasoning with my self: was it 3/4 or 4/4 i liked the best.. tom waits? something else..
on this empty morning i awoke, with only a thought in my head. his smile, his laugh, his voice. still ringing through my mind. hitting a note lost to my heart.
I wake up everyday to the same old thing. The yelling, the missing of the very by who taught me how to live, made me want to live. He’s dead now though, its been a year. The sounds of socked feet outside my door made me throw the covers upon myself, wanting to just crawl into a ball and just never wake up, not until this life ends.
awaken in the middle of the night I dream of you,the lonely soul in this world that does not want and can’t sleep because the tought of never awakening again does not leave its sight on you not one moment, and some how ,even in my dream I can feel that you are the only one that can make me whole.I hope, I really do, that one day you will come to me and say something,that you won’t gracefully pass me by and instead you’ll notice me and say “Hi!How are you?”. maybe then i’ll have the courage to speak to you but my fragile heart will ,for sure,be overwhelmed by your meer presence and I’ll start stuttering like I always do when in front of something magnificent,like you.Maybe though you will be the one to wake my soul and give me wings to fly over the world and see things liek they really are and not give so much tought to things that are far less important to anyone but me.Wake me and give birth to my courage and set me free to conquer the world for you and put it at your feet.
not again….i’m so sleepy….snooze button has to stop……someone throw cold water on me…wait, don’t. just let me sleeeeeepppppp!!!! i don’t get why we have to wake up on a schedule. why can’t we just have jobs where we wake at will and come in after that!
water skis flew at my face as I faceplanted in the water. and why? because of a wake of a careless boat. never in my life have I been so humiliated. who’d have known a wake would cause me to awaken and realize… I cannot do everything. I suck at waterskiing.
Wake the dead. Have a wake. Wake from a long deep sleep. Time to wake up. Time to wake up. Wake up and smell the coffee. Wake up. WAKE UP.
dont tell me im not awake. its the best thing for me now to believe this is real
Wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ like P-Diddy. Actually, that’s very far from the truth. I woke up at 4:00 this morning to such a sore throat that I thought the world would surely end in a matter of minutes. It was all I could do to drag my poor, defeated body out of bed to quell the ache with a Tylenol.
One day I will wake up to find that you are not in the city anymore. The anticipation of the night will have disappeared as you fly away, further and further each second. The city without you will feel empty, cold, as if something that defines this city is missing. Come back soon.