October 23rd, 2011 | 373 Entries

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373 Entries for “awakening”

  1. a remember what that was like. and i wonder if i ever will know it again. now all i know is that sort of half way awake feeling you have for most of the morning followed by coffee crash and due to lack of child like energy and wealth of sleep. i cant even imagine this would be possible any more. that i would be capable of experiencing anything in this way. now everything is expected, even the unexpected. nothing is surprising because life is anticipated to give anything but what you’ve prepared for. but it would be nice. it would be nice to awaken internally, as opposed to the rather external revelations of my past. enough about the world and how i fit in it. i want to know where, and how i stand with myself. my mistakes, my pain, my disappointment, all that i’ve become. it’d be nice to have some clarity for all of that. and how refreshing it would be to breathe in, then to release it back out into the air and the sky and the clouds and the rain to go running off into the sea. to then look out at a new, vibrant spring day – full of vigor and potential. full of hope and teeming with life.

    By unbornsymphony URL on 10.23.2011

  2. I woke up this morning. Isn’t that weird? We call that an awakening. It’s when you stop sleeping and get out of bed. That could be literal. Or not. I’m scared because there’s a purple bar down there and I don’t know what happens when it fills up.

    By Whispering URL on 10.23.2011

  3. I had a hard time awakening this morning….lol whatever!!!

    By Emily URL on 10.23.2011

  4. The awakening was hard, well, it was bound to be. To catch the first ferry you had to be up at 5:00. But, it did help when I remembered who I was going to see, and that was definitely worth the early wake-up call. All I needed was a little coffee anyways, and by the pale light that shines at this ungodly hour is the best time to drink it, after all.

    By an octopus URL on 10.23.2011

  5. she rose up from the ashes of the old city, with curving passages and blacking marbled on the sidewalks, the city that was built around the fleeting woman who barely existed. in every corner she was there (and ought to have been), yet she was not, but she was embedded in the heart of the city, yet she was not.

    By Jessica Jiang URL on 10.23.2011

  6. This word is like way to vague yo… Awakening- rebirth, arousal…to be awoken. It sounds a little fancier than to get up or something.

    By Kelly on 10.23.2011

  7. “There’s gonna be any awakening, man–th-th-the 18th.” His body swayed; his words staggered.
    “What do you mean? What kind of awakening?”
    He shook his finger in front of my face. “We’re all gonna realize what the fuck we’re even working for, man.”

    By Raven URL on 10.23.2011

  8. I have had an awakening. I realize it should have come before now, but I’ll take it. I mean, if I can crack the meaning of life – of my life at least – then I have to be onto something, no matter how late in the game. Right? Now, I merely need to take action.

    By Raymond Masters URL on 10.23.2011

  9. He sat in a blank white room, nothing but a single fluorescent light in the middle of the ceiling. There were no doors, no windows. There wasn’t even a table or a chair. The only sound was the low hum of the mild light. He had no clue where he was, nor how he had gotten there. He wore a simple plain white shirt with matching pants that were just as equally detailed. He started walking around the room, feeling the blank, white walls. Every wall felt the same, seamless and unyielding. He found no hidden hinges or any secret buttons that might open something up. Eventually, he gave up, and simply sat down in one of the corners of the room. “Where am I?” he asked himself. “Or, for that matter, how did I even get here?” Again, his memory proved void of ever entering the room. He sighed and rested his head against his arms.

    He sat there for a an amount of time, though he had no clue for how long exactly. He soon got up and began pacing around the room. He again felt along all the walls, hoping to find something and, again, he found nothing. He was about to give up when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something. There was a small rectangle on the opposite wall, with something else in the center of it. As he walked closer, he realized that it was actually a light switch. “That wasn’t there before…” he muttered to himself. He had gone over these walls twice and not once had he seen the light switch. He traced the outside of it, feeling the smooth plastic of the cover, the switch with small words printed on it, saying ‘On’.

    He thought fore a while, whether to flip it or not. It might be some sort of trap, causing the walls to start to close in on him. Or the switch might be just that; a switch to turn the light on and off. Finally, he decided and put his hand on the small switch. There seemed to be nothing else to do. He flipped it.

    Suddenly, the entire room was thrown into a thick blackness. He listened to his heart, the only thing he heard now that the light made no sound. But as he continued to listen, he realized that it wasn’t his heart. It sounded like a constant ticking, like something similar to a metronome and something that was definitely in the room. He again flipped the switch, again flooding the room with light. After his eyes adjusted and he stopped blinking, he saw that the room seemed to be just the same, but with one exception. On the far wall was a plain black and white clock, ticking away. Currently, the hands indicated it was several minutes until noon. Or, it could have been midnight, for all he knew.

    He watched the clock, watched the hands, making their way around the clock face. It all seemed to move slower and slower, the ticking getting louder and louder. It seemed as if he was either getting closer to the clock or it was growing bigger. Finally, after what seemed like such a long time, all hands rested on the twelve, all except the second hand. He watched as it ate up the remaining few seconds, getting ever closer to that number twelve.

    As soon as the second hand touched the twelve, all of it stopped. The hour hand, the minute hand, even the second hand. It all stopped on that twelfth numeral. He blinked, confused at the sudden change. One moment, everything was in an intense state. The next, nothing. He wondered at what had just happened when he heard a small noise, like somebody whispering. It slowly got louder, just like the clock’s ticking, until he could make out what it said.

    “Wake… Up… Wake, up. Wake up!”

    And he woke.

    By Blaidd Llwyd URL on 10.23.2011

  10. a fresh start, the beginning to a new; the start of a feeling or awareness in a person a picture of an emotional awakening. or waking up, an early wake up

    By tori URL on 10.23.2011

  11. I woke up this morning and had to fight off a clutch of chickens. This was the least of my problems, becasue I knew i was going to loose my legs today.

    By Kira on 10.23.2011

  12. She had an awakening that morning as she had stared outside at the sun filtering on the trees. She knew that in order to win his love that she would have to go about doing something about. She would have to break free from the things that were holding her down.

    By Rebecca URL on 10.23.2011

  13. I picture wide eyed, speechlesss. The thought and the idea of finally understanding why the world just works that way. The smell of true bliss as you realize it’s not just you, but everyone has walked that walk in your shoes. The true awakening of you need a helping hand, sometimes. and sometimes, the helping hand needs you.

    By Natty URL on 10.23.2011

  14. I was awakening from a deep slumber. I don’t know why I was sleeping, but I knew I was awakening. Awake I was now, and out of the horrible dreams that haunted me. I knew it was horrible to say it, but I wish I would have slept forever, because I am useless.

    By Aqua on 10.23.2011

  15. As I lay in my bed, I feel the morning crisp air awakening me. I inhale deeply and close my eyes and lose my mind in a stage of comfort and peace. I can lay here forever…

    By Catherine URL on 10.23.2011

  16. It isn’t easy being the last one to bed every night. But someone has to stay up and keep the world safe. Well, of course, that’s patently ridiculous. No one can keep the world safe.

    That’s what keeps me up at night.

    But while you sleep, there is an awakening. It’s me after 16 mugs of coffee and 4 packets of cigarettes.

    By Santa Monious on 10.23.2011

  17. His awakening was slow. The first rustle of the spring breeze tickled Jake’s nose.

    By Pat URL on 10.23.2011

  18. our eyes flutter open and we for a moment cannot speak. the sun is too blinding, too much of a shock. sensory overload. it reaches through our irises, streaking through nerves, carrying impulses to the throat and shutting it, like a gated community at the first whiff of so-called riff-raff.

    By Izzy on 10.23.2011

  19. Awakening from my dreams is always hard.

    My dreams are my escape, my refuge. A place for me to just be alone for a while. My imaginary world. Its perfect in my dreams.

    But you always have to wake up sometime.

    By Kat413 URL on 10.23.2011

  20. He was awakening, slowly. He stood and stretched out his muscles then stared out at the black dawn.
    “Hahaha” he began to laugh madly, “What a lovely night don’t you think so Calivar? It is night isn’t it? I haven’t been out here in so long I’ve forgotten.”
    “Yes m’lord” the strange invisible creature said.
    “Shame it’s all black, as pretty as that color is it’s not the one I want to see everywhere. Come Calivar, we shall paint it all red!” He laughed again madly, insanely, crazily.

    By Solanaceae URL on 10.23.2011

  21. The spring awakening is a wonderous time in the small elven village of Gauthien. It is a time of rebirth and beauty. The younger elves all spend hours weaving various strands of flowers to bedeck the trees and shrubs of their city. The

    By elisabeth tuttle on 10.23.2011

  22. Left to my own devices, I could have laid in bed all day. The warmth under covers, the longing of dreams I’ve just left behind, the breaking of daytime through pains of steaming glass. The twilight has faded, the dawn has arrived, yet it’s not my choice today as to what happens next…

    By emay URL on 10.23.2011

  23. The awakening should have been a time of celebration, it should have been a time for all of us to rejoice in the renewed connection we were granted with our creator. This awakening was dark though and nothing like the ones I knew when I was a pup. Instead of joy and food and lights, I found myself surrounded by tears and hunger and darkness. There was so much darkness.

    By Jennifer URL on 10.23.2011

  24. It was a beautiful day. For most. One lady sat by the bed of her son, wishing for him to wake up. He had gotten in a car crash and had yet to wake up. She cried again. She had been crying a lot lately.

    By Brianna on 10.23.2011

  25. awajebubg awakening to a new day. becoming aware of the beauty of nature. seeing a loved one through different eyes. becoming adventurous in cooking, using spices and new veggies. changing the atmosphere in a work situation. learning new gardening techniques. early morning, dawn.

    By Anne-Marie Deryaw URL on 10.23.2011

  26. It happens every so often. I wake up and just feel different. It is a shift in my soul. I feel alive. It permeates and affects every part of me and of my life. But I go back to the normal and wait for another awakening.

    By just emily on 10.23.2011

  27. This morning, upon awakening, I got the feeling that I wasn’t alone in the house. Strange. It had been years since there was the pitter patter of tiny feet, the tap tap of claws, or the thunk, thunk of my eldest’ boots upon the stair.

    By mdovey URL on 10.23.2011

  28. up in the morning. white sheets. gold sunshine. hair on the pillow. sleepy and smelling bacon down stairs. you dont want to be awake. you miss the grey and black of sleep. but you cant go back now. open your eyes. close them again. roll over. get up. feet on the carpet and walk down the stairs

    By mandi on 10.23.2011

  29. It’s the closest thing I can compare it to. I have no idea what I did with my time before because I have so much to do with it now. I used to sit on the couch and watch TV just about every evening, I know that. Now, it’s rare that I’m in my living room two nights in a row.

    By More Everything URL on 10.23.2011

  30. It felt like an awakening, having her head completely shaved. Gone the burden of hair care — the brushing, washing, oiling, taming. Gone the burden of beauty. The wind picked up and danced across her scalp, and a chill went down her spine.

    By Marian writes URL on 10.23.2011

  31. He burst through the air, his sabre slashing left and right… Enemies of the Republic fell by the scores. He lives by the Force, and he has awoken to the brightness of the Light.

    By Jordan URL on 10.23.2011

  32. love, living life and breathing crisp air, the morning dew, light in the morning, “him” his touch, the sun on my skin, my heart beating loudly,

    By Kristan schiele on 10.23.2011

  33. i stretch and yawn and blink and doze and yawn again
    i roll and bend my limbs this way and that
    i crack and snap and sigh, loosening the body
    blinded and born new
    i am hatchling
    i am awakening

    By Amy Gleeson on 10.23.2011

  34. This is the awakening. I don’t know where I am. I can’t see a thing. It’s dark, but I sense something in front of me. It’s not right. It’s not okay. It’s something dangerous. I’m scared. I can’t believe what is happening.

    By dolphinherovamp5 URL on 10.23.2011

  35. tuck me in, blankets to my chin
    safely in my own private womb
    i twinkle out like an ancient star
    until i become something new again
    the sky is young, and so am i

    By Amy Gleeson URL on 10.23.2011

  36. i feel the cool air whoosh into my lungs, crisp and red like fall. the chill goes all up my arms, making tiny lumps. my head is spinning, i’m gasping for air, and i feel alive for the first time in what must have been years. all this time i was sleeping…

    By scars on 10.23.2011

  37. A tree is growing and, believe me, it’s beautiful and I just want to hug it. Strange isn’t? And don’t worry. I’m no tree hugger. It’s just a wonderful thing…to watch your creation awakening. You’d understand if you were me.

    By dolphinherovamp5 URL on 10.23.2011

  38. The alarm clock rang, a sickening BEEP loud enough to break my eardrums and my slumber. I stirred, jarred from my dream. It was a lovely dream… But the images were fading fast, as the BEEPing got louder and my arm slammed down on the snooze. As the alarm subsided, my eyes closed again and I drifted back into my dreamland.

    By Zoë Aiko URL on 10.23.2011

  39. Her awakening is more like a rebirth. She burns up like a phoenix, and when the fire is finished, she throws the covers off her new skin, shedding them like ashes. Newborn – but not, certainly not, a baby – she stretches naked in the white light of the rising sun.

    By miira URL on 10.23.2011

  40. there is an awakening among the creatures. eyes peeled wide open, flecked with emerald and golden hues. the beasts stretch their new legs, and their old ones. the night is ours, young ones.

    By britney URL on 10.23.2011