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es la mejor parte del dia porque te das cuenta que estabas en otro lado y que entonces ese otro lado tiene que descansar, dormir tambien y aca es la manera de soñar de allá y entonces también puede esta vida ser una pesadilla o algo peor, una forma alterna de morir un poco de alla y revivir aca porque al estar dormido es como si murieramos sin darnos cuenta. Esto fue una prueba de este sitio
By Neftali on 10.24.2011
i wonder about the day of awakening when everything will come to sudden halt and every spirit should have the sudden revelation of themselves and their surroundings that day shall stir the inner souls and they will come to realize their existence.
By filza URL on 10.24.2011
There have been times when my bed could not hold me longer than until 6 am. Times have change. It takes at least until 9 am until I can really see my surroundings. Problem is, I arrive at work at 8 am. Don’t ask.
By De Rop on 10.24.2011
One word can bring so much happiness and pain at the same time. People say talk is cheap, but do we even realize how much we hang on to words and speech? On how much we hang on to every word said and written?
By Ma. Juliet Kuizon URL on 10.24.2011
some time after the awakening we were all sitting around, just thinking, doing nothing much and you would think that after the awakening things would be different, but they weren’t.
It was disappointing, I expected more.
By margaret on 10.24.2011
Lately I can feel my soul re-awakening. Every since I left you. Every since I left home. I’m final alive, I’m finally me, I’m finally awake. It’s strange how love can hold you back from awakening to your full potential. My eyes are open.
By monroe2go URL on 10.24.2011
A stirring in her soul, a revolution beneath her skin, a suffocating feeling of being caged and in need of release; her awakening started suddenly and mercilessly. The world was coloured in a different set of hues when she opened her eyes. The air was cleaner, the sun was brighter, the world more beautiful and more alive than she remembered. /She/ was so much more alive than she could ever remember being. To see things laid out before her like this, her priorities and goals and what was important and what should be done all laid out in a hierarchy in her mind as though some heavenly hand had come down upon her life and ordered things correctly. From this point on, her life would be lived differently; it would be lived for her, with herself as a priority, her happiness as a goal. Now that she was awake, she knew she could never sleep again.
By Doctor noun, M.D. URL on 10.24.2011
my spirit is getiing slowly awakened its going to flourish into a butterly as a moth turns into one. Having the wonderful wonderful experiences of flying.
By Yogesh Mishra on 10.24.2011
It was a rude awakening, like your obnoxious alarm clock going off in the early morning in the dead of winter. The truth hit. It hit like an icy hard snowball to the back of a scarf-less neck.
By Kristen Nelson URL on 10.24.2011
Blossoms lifted their head: daises and roses and buttercups. Bright faces amongst the green. A blue sky and white clouds… a carnival of colour. And me, amongst them, lying still. I breathed deep and thrilled: fresh air in my throat, the taste of spring. I was alive and awake. And I was hungry.
By Aly Blythe URL on 10.24.2011
i want to match you up with blue corn pancakes
maybe its because you told me you only eat once a day
or because they have nothing to do with you
and nothing is void
nothing is a blank to fill
so i will call you blue corn pancakes
when im hungry for the kind of nervous you give me
they feel like the vibrations from a ray gun in the sixties that
then something groovy happens
i want this nothing between you and me
to be an awakening
but i’m only nineteen
age age age
is the baseball player
of my loss
you’re a damn good catcher
i could say nothing happened
null and void
but i went crazy
wishing i knew how to hit a home-run
wishing i could celebrate with blue-corn pancakes after
it reminds me of a childhood memory i never owned
is a blank to fill
By Tescia Schell URL on 10.24.2011
mi sveglia lentamente, intorno a me la gente camminava senza darmi attenzione:
cappotti neri ovunque e il cielo sopra di me era rosso.
salii sulla collina in mezzo al parco, finalmente i miei occhi erano aperti!
potevo vedere veramente cos’era quel mondo e la sua gente…
By hiver URL on 10.24.2011
With his eyes closed, he woke. Finally, he was awake. He saw, with a brand new clarity, that everything was as it was supposed to be.
An inner calm flooded through his soul. For once, he could breathe. He saw the path he must take. All the questions were answered: who, what, where, when, why, and how.
By Chelseyann URL on 10.24.2011
Morning, astute, aware, pondering, revitalized, new, every morning, exciting, contagious, willing, reading
By Mitchell Baker on 10.24.2011
Life seems like a dream. Everyone is asleep, mindlessly passing through the days, meandering across the streets like every other morning till the day they die. No one is willing to smell the roses or stare at the sky- there is simply not enough time. An awakening is sorely needed, but only time will tell if we reach Nirvana, or continue to sleep.
By ina URL on 10.24.2011
The awakening was painful. both physically and psychologically. He had to admit he was wrong. Then he had to admit he didn’t know what to do about it. ‘Now I’m awakened. What next!’
By E A M Harris URL on 10.24.2011
By ananda on 10.24.2011
Wide, endless grey eyes flutter open gently, staring at the swirls on the whitewashed ceiling. The lilac curtains blow softly in the breeze from the open window, which fills the room with crisp morning air. Amelia sits up, pushing the covers down from her body as closes her eyes, taking a deep breath.
By Notre L'été Dernier on 10.24.2011
I’m not sure I believe in you
of my heart
Seems a dream too fragile to imagine
Will I meet you?
And if I do, will I have the courage to trust again?
By Beautyfor_ashes on 10.24.2011
morning sun, heaven life new day new love new born new life happiness blossoming learning new things and experiences opening eyes
By carmen on 10.24.2011
Awakening, the sound of the thunder was enough to cause the children in the house to get up and scream for help. Their mother came home in time to reassure them that all was alright.
By victor walkes URL on 10.24.2011
I awaken in a cold room with nothing there to greet me but a blank affair of four white walls. I am trapped; there’s no escape for me but in that demanding, whispering, occasionally threatening voice. I remember nothing.
By narratorofsnark URL on 10.24.2011
I awoke from my slumber, with the sound of guns and bombs surrounding the dull, dark and damp building that I was resting in. No sooner than I had fallen asleep, I had woken up. My mind was at a point where anything would could set it off, even the slightest and most insignificant event.
By Abhimanyu URL on 10.24.2011
He stood there waiting for it to happen. To happen again. But nothing came. Well, nothing that he expected. What did happen was nothing short of an awakening.
“Jensen. Jensen are you with me? Are you ready for your mission,” God said to him.
“I’m ready to roll. Sir,” came his reply.
By chole URL on 10.24.2011
Awakening from a dream this morning that I had had a baby girl. Does this mean I miss my younger years as a new Mom? Or do I want a new beginning? Very very strange.
By elizabeth b URL on 10.24.2011
I am just awakening. The sun is shining and the sky is blue. This is a day for good things to happen. I throw off the covers and stretch. Close my eyes and open them once again so that things come into focus after a night’s rest. I slowly put on my underwear.
By spartica URL on 10.24.2011
I awoke to the truth
And it killed me
I’ve had an awakening
Although I did not want it
It tore me to shreds
He didn’t care
As I stood there
He stowed away
And left me
I was dead.
But I did have an awakening
By Carolyn URL on 10.24.2011
That was one rude awakening.. seeing him lying on the floor like that, my hands covered in blood. i do not remember what happend. the room went red when i saw him. now here he is. Death is a hard thing to handle, especially when your bare hands are the cause. i cant take it back. i need to hide the body and fast.
By trisha neil on 10.24.2011
the sun rises scarlet over the hills, lighting up the valley with a glorious red light as the animals begin to awake. The birds ruffle their feathers and begin chirping jotfuly, waking the rest of the creatures that dwell beneath the forest trees. Even the earthworms begin to stir and the lizards begin creeping out on to the stones that the sun begins to warm
By Antonia on 10.24.2011
By Julia on 10.24.2011
I saw the sun hanging high and wondered if it was there to free me. I felt the ice flake off and movement return to my body. The water around me fell back into liquid form and I was free. I was swimming through the clear pond and nothing else really mattered. I was awakened.
By blahblahchoi URL on 10.24.2011
Awakening…The thought that when my eyes open, it should be most fitting to have them stare into your’s.
By Julia Dunn URL on 10.24.2011
Once bitten, he waited for the awakening.
He sat there on a crusty couch, in a dented trailer in a park that didn’t even have paved roads. Dust would rise up and coat everything each summer; flecks of mud decorated everything the rest of the year.
He could feel it. He knew it. The awakening was coming. He thought he felt a strange warmth at the puncture wounds.
“Go get that arm cleaned up, you hear,” his mother said, picking up her nearly blind Chihuahua. “Before you bleed all over my couch.”
By Thom Gabrukiewicz URL on 10.24.2011
The sunlight breaches over the top of the dewy mountain tops, offering a thin sliver of golden morning light to the surrounding village. Bells rang. A new day.
By Shaina on 10.24.2011
Awakening to the birds and their karaoke mornings, from wild crossroads in repeated nightmares, to the day’s sunkiss, to this week’s hits, but tonight — to the truth.
By Margarita URL on 10.24.2011
I wake up and look around and see the sun rise above the crest of the hill. The warmth hits me and then I feel awake to the world. A new day has started and I start afresh and away form the nightmares of the previous darkness that consumed me. I am alive once more.
By charlie mallon on 10.24.2011
Getting up & going ahead. Achieveing what you dreamt before awakeing.
By Sameer on 10.24.2011
I had an awakening at age 30.
Not at 2. Or 13.
I woke up next to a stranger.
And I knew I had been asleep
for three decades.
By Cristina on 10.24.2011
my purfume is awakening
its from the bodyshop
its called aqua liliy
why am i doing this?
i dont know
By Fafa URL on 10.24.2011
The Awakening by Kate Chopin. I did not like that book. I was expecting it to be like The Storm, but it wasn’t. Why is that all I can think of? Why don’t I think of spiritual awakening, or even root awakening hairspray? Sheesh.
By Cordelia URL on 10.24.2011
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