i guess i like waking up in the morning. sunny skies, wind on the windows, crusties in my eyes. but dreams are where i like to live, where i like to thrive. in my dreams i am who i have always wanted to be… and when i awaken, the sun and the wind and my eyelids can’t change the fact that she doesn’t exist.
This morning it was like hearing a train from a distance. Brought me up and out and that’s all it was. Then gone. If I try to think of where it came from, I’d say out the window, past the traffic lights.
when i wake up i always check my phone. this is such a dependency. i dont know why i do it, because its not like im expectiong anything. now that im thinking about it, its quite sad. i guess it doesnt help that i use my phone as an alarm. if i could just awake from this depedency my life would be quite differet.
my head ached and the summer time shone into the window. i didn’t understand how life could move so fast and i could be so cold when there was all this sunlight in your eyes. you rolled over and held me. i’m still alone, i brushed your love away. it doesn’t matter, strong boy. go back.
An awakening is knowing what you really want to do. You know how to feel, how to act. You realize what you want and what you need. And you realize the difference between the two. It’s pure realization. I think that to awaken is to be reborn or the like. Yeah.
It was a bitter awakening, but it filled her with a new energy and power that she was unfamiliar with. It chilled her from the inside out – but it lifted her from the bed and pulled her through the daily chores of present-ability and feeding. She smiled at herself in the mirror. She sipped her coffee, nibbled on some toast.
She pushed open the front door and faced the cold, hard world – for once, well-armed with her own frore in her bones.
I’m awake, more like I need a rude awakening. What’s wrong with me these days. I really don’t know. My head hurts and I’m tired. I need love. Or do I? I’ve been doing just fine by myself. I need to pick myself up and get everything right. STraighten it all out. Who am I ? What is life?
Oh for the first time it was like this: eyes opening. Not just her eyelids and lashes lifting, not just the optic fibers and muscles interacting in their native way, but her inner eyes, her whole being’s eyes, wide open at last and bright with day.
Today I found myself. When I awoke this morning, I didnt really wake up. But as I was driving home to take a nap after having only been awake for two hours. I woke up, for real. I decided to come here, and learn how to be myself again. A novel idea this is. How I lost myself in the first place is a mystery.
Awaken me, pull me from this cave.
Enlighten me, make me alive.
Enrich me with your teaching hands, my body wants to learn.
Tell me how your heart reaches for mine, as mine does for yours.
awakening to a new day, I quickly feed kitty kats .. happy that the little one takes his medicine .. happy about that .. going to be a sunny day ..lots to do. Make a pot of tea, tap at the keyboard, listen to music. lovely way to start this day. happy days on a new day in my life ..
that sure is a funny way of putting it, i was all ready AWAKE, all right? I wasn’t sleeping, i didn’t miss anything. so shut your mouth. you think you got me? you ain’t got shit. so watch it. or don’t, i guess. be easier on ME
Waking up to the truth of reality, the realness of life; the simplicity. The realization that there is more than materials, education, and money. Awakening to love, to joy, and to hope.
It’s a feeling of clarity all of a sudden. I leave a dream, or was it a nightmare? Anyway, I’ve lost a feeling that I liked. But I feel okay. It’s not that bad. Maybe I didn’t need you in my life after all. I just didn’t want it to be shown to me this way.
Awakening. Upon awakening, I realized that I had dried tears on my cheeks. (not really) Upon awakening, I thought that I should write down the dream I had.
An awakening, in reference to prolific thinking, implies that the thought was inside our head all along…slumbering. Sidenote: Sleeping with open eyes is one of my greater phobias.
Secrets are revealed. Lies are told. Mistakes are made right. Truth opens its eyes. The light is slowly creeping into dawn and unhurriedly blooming into blinding radiance. It’s a brighter, more beautiful day.
One night, Dave surrendered his life to the Lordship of Jesus Christ and instantly his heart became “strangely warm.”
“There’s been an awakening within my body…my soul is completely satisfied and my spirit is alive! Christ’s Spirit lives withinin me.”
It’s only when we ask do we receive, only when we seek do we find, and it’s when we knock the door of eternal life and blessed assurance is opened unto us.
The sun always leaks through my blinds in the morning. Waking up with the sun warming your bed, giving you new energy for the day, is a lot better than some people make it out to be. When I wake up and the sky is dark and cloudy, I feel no energy and I know that the day will not be a good one.
I am having an awakening about technology and how it will be used in my classroom for the future. I hope that I am able to use this “awakening” to better educate my students and prepare them for the future. I am not that awake right now because I was up too late reading!!!!
the splash fantastic a flash in the pan Eureka! Sliced bread, the best thing ever, coming up, coming to, the light just gets brighter, alive, muscles vibrate heart sings, lift up, illuminate me,
The cold of morning moves into something warmer as the world wakes up. Fog melts away, the world gradually comes into color, the frost disappears. This is how we come alive.
vampires damn it. I see think breath vampires!!!!!!
i don’t know why but that’s the first thing that popped into my mind. Hmm let’s see awakening? I awaken in the morning. Yes, that’s it. t
the moonlight watches over me, while i slumber endlessly
waiting for the day, for someone who has the key
who will open the sun and give me its warmth
and release me from this hallowed heart
Awakening to nature is my idea of starting the day off right. The cool morning breeze adjoined with the sound of falling leaves. Small birds discussing the days events, and welcoming the sun.
i read a book called the awakening i have no idea why m writing about it though at the end the lady walks into the ocean and kills herself my teacher told me it was a symbol for a vag how funny is that mannnnnnn ok i think my time is up.
The first time she saw the sun set over the western sky she knew she was home. It was if the fog that surrounded her head through all the years that she had lived in the city had lifted. Truly an awakening of a sort, she slung her pack over her shoulder and headed towards the whistling of the train.
i woke up. not from sleep, not from a religious experience. i woke up from a lack of life. the newfound sense of wonder was breathed into my soul just as god breathed life into adam, the father of man. my belief in what was, is and will be possible was vastly thrown into an abyss of unknown omniscience. in that moment i was sure, the the fullest extent, that my lack of inherent knowledge was my greatest strength and my most deficient weakness
He lay still and silent. With his broken eyes staring into the face of his last hope. It was strange awakening for him, to feel that fury and fire inside his mind that slowly tore open is nerves. Nerves like wire that singed till break. He was slowly unraveling in the ground he was born from. His last hope tucked him in tighter, wrapped him deeper and parted with an apology. You never forget the face of your last hope, and so a brothers face was in his mind till death. He had fought the good fight and charged into battle, but metal in a heart overpowers all strength. His threads were cut, his do’s gone unpaid. But this was it and couldn’t defy. He tried to rage against the dying of the light, but now he let himself go gentle into that good night. He goes now to his fathers, in who’s mighty company he need not feel so ashamed. All was well.
I am finally awake, I have been in a coma for 6 months now. I could not move, I could not speak. I could hear though. I could hear the nurses and doctors around me. I could hear my family by my side. I wished I could speak to them.
i guess i like waking up in the morning. sunny skies, wind on the windows, crusties in my eyes. but dreams are where i like to live, where i like to thrive. in my dreams i am who i have always wanted to be… and when i awaken, the sun and the wind and my eyelids can’t change the fact that she doesn’t exist.
This morning it was like hearing a train from a distance. Brought me up and out and that’s all it was. Then gone. If I try to think of where it came from, I’d say out the window, past the traffic lights.
when i wake up i always check my phone. this is such a dependency. i dont know why i do it, because its not like im expectiong anything. now that im thinking about it, its quite sad. i guess it doesnt help that i use my phone as an alarm. if i could just awake from this depedency my life would be quite differet.
Free associations:
new, fresh, begining, sun, transformatio,n change, better, illumination, knowledge, more profound, inner spirit, self, consiousness, awareness, start, inspiration.
The new beginning of your better self!
my head ached and the summer time shone into the window. i didn’t understand how life could move so fast and i could be so cold when there was all this sunlight in your eyes. you rolled over and held me. i’m still alone, i brushed your love away. it doesn’t matter, strong boy. go back.
i was awakening at 3:30 every morning this weekend to go hunting and now i’m a tired piece of crap!!!
An awakening is knowing what you really want to do. You know how to feel, how to act. You realize what you want and what you need. And you realize the difference between the two. It’s pure realization. I think that to awaken is to be reborn or the like. Yeah.
It was a bitter awakening, but it filled her with a new energy and power that she was unfamiliar with. It chilled her from the inside out – but it lifted her from the bed and pulled her through the daily chores of present-ability and feeding. She smiled at herself in the mirror. She sipped her coffee, nibbled on some toast.
She pushed open the front door and faced the cold, hard world – for once, well-armed with her own frore in her bones.
I’m awake, more like I need a rude awakening. What’s wrong with me these days. I really don’t know. My head hurts and I’m tired. I need love. Or do I? I’ve been doing just fine by myself. I need to pick myself up and get everything right. STraighten it all out. Who am I ? What is life?
This is my awakening. Slowling rising and beginnging…beating, feeling, living.
Heart of hearts. This is my awakening.
Oh for the first time it was like this: eyes opening. Not just her eyelids and lashes lifting, not just the optic fibers and muscles interacting in their native way, but her inner eyes, her whole being’s eyes, wide open at last and bright with day.
Today I found myself. When I awoke this morning, I didnt really wake up. But as I was driving home to take a nap after having only been awake for two hours. I woke up, for real. I decided to come here, and learn how to be myself again. A novel idea this is. How I lost myself in the first place is a mystery.
awakening,
the morning, the after noons and nights
when i am really awake is when you are within my sight.
awakening,
the morning, the after noons and nights
when i am really awake is when you are within my sight.
Not long ago everything felt so stale. It’s all new again. An awakening of sorts.
Awaken me, pull me from this cave.
Enlighten me, make me alive.
Enrich me with your teaching hands, my body wants to learn.
Tell me how your heart reaches for mine, as mine does for yours.
awakening to a new day, I quickly feed kitty kats .. happy that the little one takes his medicine .. happy about that .. going to be a sunny day ..lots to do. Make a pot of tea, tap at the keyboard, listen to music. lovely way to start this day. happy days on a new day in my life ..
that sure is a funny way of putting it, i was all ready AWAKE, all right? I wasn’t sleeping, i didn’t miss anything. so shut your mouth. you think you got me? you ain’t got shit. so watch it. or don’t, i guess. be easier on ME
Waking up to the truth of reality, the realness of life; the simplicity. The realization that there is more than materials, education, and money. Awakening to love, to joy, and to hope.
Awakening to a new day I remembered the happenings of the past day. My horse was now gone and I was alone…
After years upon years of waiting, the awakening began.
His slumber had gone for so long undisturbed, but now, because of the siren’s voice, he found himself being pulled into the waking world.
It’s a feeling of clarity all of a sudden. I leave a dream, or was it a nightmare? Anyway, I’ve lost a feeling that I liked. But I feel okay. It’s not that bad. Maybe I didn’t need you in my life after all. I just didn’t want it to be shown to me this way.
Awakening. Upon awakening, I realized that I had dried tears on my cheeks. (not really) Upon awakening, I thought that I should write down the dream I had.
An awakening, in reference to prolific thinking, implies that the thought was inside our head all along…slumbering. Sidenote: Sleeping with open eyes is one of my greater phobias.
Secrets are revealed. Lies are told. Mistakes are made right. Truth opens its eyes. The light is slowly creeping into dawn and unhurriedly blooming into blinding radiance. It’s a brighter, more beautiful day.
One night, Dave surrendered his life to the Lordship of Jesus Christ and instantly his heart became “strangely warm.”
“There’s been an awakening within my body…my soul is completely satisfied and my spirit is alive! Christ’s Spirit lives withinin me.”
It’s only when we ask do we receive, only when we seek do we find, and it’s when we knock the door of eternal life and blessed assurance is opened unto us.
Trust Jesus…
St. Luke 11:9
The sun always leaks through my blinds in the morning. Waking up with the sun warming your bed, giving you new energy for the day, is a lot better than some people make it out to be. When I wake up and the sky is dark and cloudy, I feel no energy and I know that the day will not be a good one.
I am having an awakening about technology and how it will be used in my classroom for the future. I hope that I am able to use this “awakening” to better educate my students and prepare them for the future. I am not that awake right now because I was up too late reading!!!!
the splash fantastic a flash in the pan Eureka! Sliced bread, the best thing ever, coming up, coming to, the light just gets brighter, alive, muscles vibrate heart sings, lift up, illuminate me,
The cold of morning moves into something warmer as the world wakes up. Fog melts away, the world gradually comes into color, the frost disappears. This is how we come alive.
Darkness, clouds, everything was changing. Swirling around him. He was confused, nothing was making sense.
“Are you awake?”
He couldn’t speak, couldn’t answer that voice. Why was he hearing it now, of all times? He wasn’t supposed to be here. He was…dead, wasn’t he?
“Wake up, Bakura. Please.”
vampires damn it. I see think breath vampires!!!!!!
i don’t know why but that’s the first thing that popped into my mind. Hmm let’s see awakening? I awaken in the morning. Yes, that’s it. t
the moonlight watches over me, while i slumber endlessly
waiting for the day, for someone who has the key
who will open the sun and give me its warmth
and release me from this hallowed heart
Awakening to nature is my idea of starting the day off right. The cool morning breeze adjoined with the sound of falling leaves. Small birds discussing the days events, and welcoming the sun.
i read a book called the awakening i have no idea why m writing about it though at the end the lady walks into the ocean and kills herself my teacher told me it was a symbol for a vag how funny is that mannnnnnn ok i think my time is up.
The first time she saw the sun set over the western sky she knew she was home. It was if the fog that surrounded her head through all the years that she had lived in the city had lifted. Truly an awakening of a sort, she slung her pack over her shoulder and headed towards the whistling of the train.
i woke up. not from sleep, not from a religious experience. i woke up from a lack of life. the newfound sense of wonder was breathed into my soul just as god breathed life into adam, the father of man. my belief in what was, is and will be possible was vastly thrown into an abyss of unknown omniscience. in that moment i was sure, the the fullest extent, that my lack of inherent knowledge was my greatest strength and my most deficient weakness
He lay still and silent. With his broken eyes staring into the face of his last hope. It was strange awakening for him, to feel that fury and fire inside his mind that slowly tore open is nerves. Nerves like wire that singed till break. He was slowly unraveling in the ground he was born from. His last hope tucked him in tighter, wrapped him deeper and parted with an apology. You never forget the face of your last hope, and so a brothers face was in his mind till death. He had fought the good fight and charged into battle, but metal in a heart overpowers all strength. His threads were cut, his do’s gone unpaid. But this was it and couldn’t defy. He tried to rage against the dying of the light, but now he let himself go gentle into that good night. He goes now to his fathers, in who’s mighty company he need not feel so ashamed. All was well.
I am finally awake, I have been in a coma for 6 months now. I could not move, I could not speak. I could hear though. I could hear the nurses and doctors around me. I could hear my family by my side. I wished I could speak to them.