cade i think i love you you have made my brain wake from a deep slumber to see the world around me in bright more alive colors. i cant wait to see you tomorrow.
Shelbee
I could feel him standing behind me. It was a comfortable protective feel. I knew I’d be safe if only he’d be mine, but when I turned around, he was gone. I found that I was alone.
The surfer gets up early, before the sun, to catch the wake of a new ocean. An ocean with green algae that can’t decide how much it wants to eat the shore. The coming waves bow their heads to the lowly surfer and pitch their knives and fork. Oh, to the new day.
Lauren
I wake up and tear myself from a perfect world to the chaos of reality, to the horror of a nightmare. The moments I spend in transition are always the worst; moments in which I consider unspeakable deeds, terrifying actions, ridiculous beliefs. I wake up to a cold room and another day of nothing. I wake to a day that will likely go wrong. But despite these atrocities, I continue to wake myself every morning.
Everynight…from my slumber, I am waked by my harshest dreams and nightmares…those nightmares when everyone I know was there around me… except for the man I only ever loved.
I wake everynight…waiting for him to come once again and meet me at the balcony. But Romeo never came…it was just the moonless night that accompanied me for the rest of the night.
i wake in the middle of the night
im not dont why
always
i am warm
i dont think i just lay
and hop not to be awake
Trisha
I feel the need to wake up.
I feel the need to stop being trapped by myself. Every problem that I have, I also have the answer to. But I block myself at every turn.
Is it fear? Or is it something worse, liking the sense of impending mediocrity..?
lynsey
Opening eyes are always bleary. When I cried like a bird, her eyes were red. It made them even more blue.
Waking to the smell of smoke. The kind that makes you forget and do stupid things.
Emma
I lie awake waiting for a call
never comes, nor does anything
nothing at all
it was supposed to be grand
being awake
they lied
i’m at a wake
Brandon
I wake up feeling ambivalent, as always. There is a sense of dread as my eyelids are forced open amongst the crust that inevitably forms at the corners. The light slants through the blinds and I swing my legs over the edge.
gina
ferns and weeds tangling up bristle fingertips gliding on the dense web moss of the goat path winding like spiral eyes up the mountains with love and sorrow in its wake
A wake is a horrible thing. To see your loved one devoid of life, just laying there in a casket. You see them, and yet you don’t. A wake is full of pain and lost memories.
i wake. i wake up to you, just as i have fallen asleep next to you. i wonder often if this is how things are. if this is how it ought to be. I dream with you, for you and about you. do you dream of me too? our lives only live in dreams, once we wake, we leave this world, until we meet again, tonight.
megsjo
Wake a lot of me in that wakey wakey stage
when I’m smelling all the toast and banana pancakes
and you’re right above me, spilling applesauce onto my shirt
while I’m laying on the floor tiles laughing cause it’s
gotten in my hair.
I wake to a nightmare. I sleep in reality. All will die. I know it. They are dropping like flies, one by one. I doubt I will be the next to go. I just don’t have enough bullets.
Wake up and write some poetry today
I want to read some poems and write some of my own.
Wake up early bird..get the poem.
gracie
I wake up to a dream that you are dead. I arrive at the conclustion that I am no longer living, and I wonder what I can do to end this. I don’t know where I’m going, but I want to wake up from this nightmare. I need a star to wish on.
Ellen Wilson
I wake every morning feeling tired. The sun gives me no energy, the sky has not the ability to inspire. I dread the day to come.
Caroline
I wake in a dim room, no one else is there.
Come to think of it, how the hell did I get here.
Tatted moth eaten curtains hang losly by a window.
Sunlight is streaming in through the grit and dust, I guess its around noon.
Caitie
lieing here wondering if life is sleep does one want be anything but dreaming if only the dream could be bent to beter meet the will of the dreamer. sometimes when one is no asleep and looks behinds ones eyes one finds the most wonderfull of secrets… thats where often the most beaty can be found. I want to wake from the world.
torrey
Wake means to rise. It is how people start their day. I don’t like waking up. I would rather sleep in.
J
wake up. smile. let the light shine in. allow yourself to feel alive. when i wake everything seems possible. by the end of the day everything is either too hard or im not good enough…
when i wake up i sometimes just want to roll over and go back to sleep and not worry about any of the responsibilities of that day. i just want to sleep and sleep and sleep and pretend that the day will be fine without me, that no one will miss me, that it’s ok to be alone.
Bethany
I was at her wake. I could not believe it. But there I was. Standing like a statue. Hands folded right in front of me. damn!
She stood at the wake, staring blankly at the casket and the picture slideshow just above her head. She knew him, she had always known him, so why wasn’t she crying. She wanted to cry, but no tears came. She never had been much of a crier.
He was gone. Forever. And here she stood. The Lion King kept coming to the forefront of her mind, with its unseen voice singing: “It’s the circle of life, and it moves us all. Through despair and hope, through faith and love.”
This great tragedy, while monumental to them, was part of the circle of life. She pondered this thought for several seconds, until she felt someone squeeze her hand and familiar voices brought her back to reality:
“Are there embalming tables downstairs? Like in The Haunting in Connecticut?”
“Shut up, Bri.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s fine…I wonder if it would be comfortable in there if–Whoa, your entire family is blonde!”
“Isn’t that caused by a pigment deficiency or something?”
“We’re at a wake. Why are we talking about this?!?”
I wake up to the salty smell of the ocean, to the sound of the waves gently pushing against the sand, and too the sight of the sun radiantly warming my planet. I rise, and fall to my knees in utter appreciation to the beauty that surrounds me. This is my daily routine, a morning ritual I have created to remind myself that I am one with my world.
Nick Lahage
I awoke to the sound of him breathing beneath the sheets that stuck to my body. I could feel the sweat the seeped into me and I could barely breath beneath the sound of him.
Taylor
I wake up every day with a smile on my face but after the day has begun that smile slowly fades and I am once again frowning. Frowning for you, for me for the world and the injustice. I need to stop this but it’s so hard because life is hard….I just want to wake up to you and smile…Happiness my one true love….When will we meet?
Ashley
what is wake wake like a wave a deep blue wave a frothy white wave or like wake like awake the deep sleep the warm bed the great dreams of the perfect girl the sweetest love deepest need the then I wake!
scott stephenson
When I wake up in the morning, I wonder to myself “What am I going to do today?” Will today be the first day of the rest of my life? Or will it be my last. Either way it is a new day, bringing new things to the table. A day is what you make of it. It is a chance to seize your opportunities. When will you wake up?
Heather Woodard
wake up little darlin’. those waves you asked about earlier? they’re finally here. grab your shades and let’s hit the deck. dust off that teeny bikini. let go of your pride and we’re going. it’s finally time. the pool is now open.
Lindsay
i want to wake up, never mind i want to sleep forever. this world is a dark place filled with lies and rumors and i dont want to be here for that. maybe im naive but atleast i am honest and innocent. i need to get out of this bubble of a town and run away, get to the real world and real people.
julia shor
waking up like breathing like seeing like finding the picture the portrait the scene and you’re entering the void and you’re silent and your flesh is kind and yielding allowing the whole world to compress you to possess you, and you are whole yet whimpering in evanescence
lucy
wake up wake up its time to go, its about time to put on the show of life. and its all we got. enjoy it while you can. because one day we won’t wake up. and it’ll all be a memory, a dream.
Ashley
I wake to the sound of your name. The thoughts that breeze across my brain are always of you, as my eyes open to the glaring sun, and as they close to the weeping moon. If only we could share night and day together – literally, the night, the day – the agony of you being in another world torments me in ways you can’t imagine.
Waking up is hard for her to do, but going to sleep is even harder. She knows that if she goes to sleep she won’t want to wake up, and if she does she’ll be sorely disappointed. All she wants is to be normal just to love life like she knows she should. But, sometimes it’s so hard for her to get through things like she needs to.
i wake up from my dream in a cold sweat, drew had killed himself. i had no way to help him. he didn’t tell me about his last relapse. i love him. how could he leave me like. this. the cheer fact he hadn’t and it was just a dream pleases me. i love him. don’t leave me. ever
yolanda anderson
Another wakie wakie morning, they say I have to wake up of this dream but if I dont dream for me who will be? you or me? think!
yani
In the wake of the conquistadors and the Spanish missionaries, the Americas were left in a state of ruin and disease, plundered and used for profiteering. What was the point? To secure a brief moment in history of a selfish brilliance?
cade i think i love you you have made my brain wake from a deep slumber to see the world around me in bright more alive colors. i cant wait to see you tomorrow.
I could feel him standing behind me. It was a comfortable protective feel. I knew I’d be safe if only he’d be mine, but when I turned around, he was gone. I found that I was alone.
The surfer gets up early, before the sun, to catch the wake of a new ocean. An ocean with green algae that can’t decide how much it wants to eat the shore. The coming waves bow their heads to the lowly surfer and pitch their knives and fork. Oh, to the new day.
I wake up and tear myself from a perfect world to the chaos of reality, to the horror of a nightmare. The moments I spend in transition are always the worst; moments in which I consider unspeakable deeds, terrifying actions, ridiculous beliefs. I wake up to a cold room and another day of nothing. I wake to a day that will likely go wrong. But despite these atrocities, I continue to wake myself every morning.
Everynight…from my slumber, I am waked by my harshest dreams and nightmares…those nightmares when everyone I know was there around me… except for the man I only ever loved.
I wake everynight…waiting for him to come once again and meet me at the balcony. But Romeo never came…it was just the moonless night that accompanied me for the rest of the night.
i wake in the middle of the night
im not dont why
always
i am warm
i dont think i just lay
and hop not to be awake
I feel the need to wake up.
I feel the need to stop being trapped by myself. Every problem that I have, I also have the answer to. But I block myself at every turn.
Is it fear? Or is it something worse, liking the sense of impending mediocrity..?
Opening eyes are always bleary. When I cried like a bird, her eyes were red. It made them even more blue.
Waking to the smell of smoke. The kind that makes you forget and do stupid things.
I lie awake waiting for a call
never comes, nor does anything
nothing at all
it was supposed to be grand
being awake
they lied
i’m at a wake
I wake up feeling ambivalent, as always. There is a sense of dread as my eyelids are forced open amongst the crust that inevitably forms at the corners. The light slants through the blinds and I swing my legs over the edge.
ferns and weeds tangling up bristle fingertips gliding on the dense web moss of the goat path winding like spiral eyes up the mountains with love and sorrow in its wake
A wake is a horrible thing. To see your loved one devoid of life, just laying there in a casket. You see them, and yet you don’t. A wake is full of pain and lost memories.
i wake. i wake up to you, just as i have fallen asleep next to you. i wonder often if this is how things are. if this is how it ought to be. I dream with you, for you and about you. do you dream of me too? our lives only live in dreams, once we wake, we leave this world, until we meet again, tonight.
Wake a lot of me in that wakey wakey stage
when I’m smelling all the toast and banana pancakes
and you’re right above me, spilling applesauce onto my shirt
while I’m laying on the floor tiles laughing cause it’s
gotten in my hair.
I wake to a nightmare. I sleep in reality. All will die. I know it. They are dropping like flies, one by one. I doubt I will be the next to go. I just don’t have enough bullets.
Wake up and write some poetry today
I want to read some poems and write some of my own.
Wake up early bird..get the poem.
I wake up to a dream that you are dead. I arrive at the conclustion that I am no longer living, and I wonder what I can do to end this. I don’t know where I’m going, but I want to wake up from this nightmare. I need a star to wish on.
I wake every morning feeling tired. The sun gives me no energy, the sky has not the ability to inspire. I dread the day to come.
I wake in a dim room, no one else is there.
Come to think of it, how the hell did I get here.
Tatted moth eaten curtains hang losly by a window.
Sunlight is streaming in through the grit and dust, I guess its around noon.
lieing here wondering if life is sleep does one want be anything but dreaming if only the dream could be bent to beter meet the will of the dreamer. sometimes when one is no asleep and looks behinds ones eyes one finds the most wonderfull of secrets… thats where often the most beaty can be found. I want to wake from the world.
Wake means to rise. It is how people start their day. I don’t like waking up. I would rather sleep in.
wake up. smile. let the light shine in. allow yourself to feel alive. when i wake everything seems possible. by the end of the day everything is either too hard or im not good enough…
when i wake up i sometimes just want to roll over and go back to sleep and not worry about any of the responsibilities of that day. i just want to sleep and sleep and sleep and pretend that the day will be fine without me, that no one will miss me, that it’s ok to be alone.
I was at her wake. I could not believe it. But there I was. Standing like a statue. Hands folded right in front of me. damn!
She stood at the wake, staring blankly at the casket and the picture slideshow just above her head. She knew him, she had always known him, so why wasn’t she crying. She wanted to cry, but no tears came. She never had been much of a crier.
He was gone. Forever. And here she stood. The Lion King kept coming to the forefront of her mind, with its unseen voice singing: “It’s the circle of life, and it moves us all. Through despair and hope, through faith and love.”
This great tragedy, while monumental to them, was part of the circle of life. She pondered this thought for several seconds, until she felt someone squeeze her hand and familiar voices brought her back to reality:
“Are there embalming tables downstairs? Like in The Haunting in Connecticut?”
“Shut up, Bri.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s fine…I wonder if it would be comfortable in there if–Whoa, your entire family is blonde!”
“Isn’t that caused by a pigment deficiency or something?”
“We’re at a wake. Why are we talking about this?!?”
At this she smiled. She loved her friends.
I wake up to the salty smell of the ocean, to the sound of the waves gently pushing against the sand, and too the sight of the sun radiantly warming my planet. I rise, and fall to my knees in utter appreciation to the beauty that surrounds me. This is my daily routine, a morning ritual I have created to remind myself that I am one with my world.
I awoke to the sound of him breathing beneath the sheets that stuck to my body. I could feel the sweat the seeped into me and I could barely breath beneath the sound of him.
I wake up every day with a smile on my face but after the day has begun that smile slowly fades and I am once again frowning. Frowning for you, for me for the world and the injustice. I need to stop this but it’s so hard because life is hard….I just want to wake up to you and smile…Happiness my one true love….When will we meet?
what is wake wake like a wave a deep blue wave a frothy white wave or like wake like awake the deep sleep the warm bed the great dreams of the perfect girl the sweetest love deepest need the then I wake!
When I wake up in the morning, I wonder to myself “What am I going to do today?” Will today be the first day of the rest of my life? Or will it be my last. Either way it is a new day, bringing new things to the table. A day is what you make of it. It is a chance to seize your opportunities. When will you wake up?
wake up little darlin’. those waves you asked about earlier? they’re finally here. grab your shades and let’s hit the deck. dust off that teeny bikini. let go of your pride and we’re going. it’s finally time. the pool is now open.
i want to wake up, never mind i want to sleep forever. this world is a dark place filled with lies and rumors and i dont want to be here for that. maybe im naive but atleast i am honest and innocent. i need to get out of this bubble of a town and run away, get to the real world and real people.
waking up like breathing like seeing like finding the picture the portrait the scene and you’re entering the void and you’re silent and your flesh is kind and yielding allowing the whole world to compress you to possess you, and you are whole yet whimpering in evanescence
wake up wake up its time to go, its about time to put on the show of life. and its all we got. enjoy it while you can. because one day we won’t wake up. and it’ll all be a memory, a dream.
I wake to the sound of your name. The thoughts that breeze across my brain are always of you, as my eyes open to the glaring sun, and as they close to the weeping moon. If only we could share night and day together – literally, the night, the day – the agony of you being in another world torments me in ways you can’t imagine.
Waking up is hard for her to do, but going to sleep is even harder. She knows that if she goes to sleep she won’t want to wake up, and if she does she’ll be sorely disappointed. All she wants is to be normal just to love life like she knows she should. But, sometimes it’s so hard for her to get through things like she needs to.
i wake up from my dream in a cold sweat, drew had killed himself. i had no way to help him. he didn’t tell me about his last relapse. i love him. how could he leave me like. this. the cheer fact he hadn’t and it was just a dream pleases me. i love him. don’t leave me. ever
Another wakie wakie morning, they say I have to wake up of this dream but if I dont dream for me who will be? you or me? think!
In the wake of the conquistadors and the Spanish missionaries, the Americas were left in a state of ruin and disease, plundered and used for profiteering. What was the point? To secure a brief moment in history of a selfish brilliance?