One night i was resting and i was awaken by a very loud noise. Now most of the time when i am resting i do not get up for little noises but this was not the case. This was no little noise. It sounded as if a bowling ball was thrown from the top of my roof. I was very shaken up. These types of things didn’t happen. I was fear stricken. I slowly started to get up not sure what I was about to find out side my room.
standard procedure
eyes closed
hands crossed over heart
that way we protect what mummifies first
what’s hardest to see
the jellied orbs of sight,
the futile organ of life
In a resting position I lay, trying to decide on what to write. Inevitably failing. My chair is weak, creaky, and generally uncomfortable. What story is there to tell when everything has been written. What life is there left to live?
I can’t wait for it to be vacation. I am going to try to incorporate some rest into my schedule. These next few days are going to be difficult for me to get through. There is so much work to finish before Sunday. I am so stressed! My brain feels like mush and I know part of it is because I haven’t gotten enough rest to function.
resting at the beach is the best. the warm sand the cool breeze and the sounds of the ocean crashing on the shore. I can always find peace at the ocean my favorite place to rest
resting my mind like a child resting its body on a swing,
letting the wind blow and letting the pendulum lifting his body back and forth
i let my mind on a swing
let it drift far away from here
Resting from the stress of loving is only a temporary relief. Sometimes it doesn’t even work, sometimes you’re there, lurking in my dreams. Not that I mind, loving you is the pain I could get high off of.
i rest like all the time because im homeschooled and i mean i would of thought that if i rested alot then i would get bigger and stronger well i getting bigger but not by much and i just love resting because going in my bed is just so nice sometimes and by the way i have a really comfy bed and i just love my pillows hahahah jk im not that weird i mean i like my pillow and bed but not that much
the blessed remain in their beds, nesting
however how do they attest to their resting,
must we be privilleged sheets and a pillow
when all we need is a needle and a willow,
though brown, I still commend my yellows
and any other shade on the palate of friends,
world peace, to become a tradition, we should all
befriend!
i rest. the mornings are languid, so are the nights. the windows shine, and the sunlight caresses my wounds. the sleep, it takes care of me. it cradles me, sings lullabies scented with bright cinnamon and lavender. i rest.
The sleep of the dead is enviable.
After all, there is no rest for the weary…
and my mind is buzzing from the adrenaline that’s keeping me upright
for the umpteenth time.
It’s an unending process, really.
Yes, the rest of the dead is enviable.
But perhaps they envy our still-burning life…
One night i was resting and i was awaken by a very loud noise. Now most of the time when i am resting i do not get up for little noises but this was not the case. This was no little noise. It sounded as if a bowling ball was thrown from the top of my roof. I was very shaken up. These types of things didn’t happen. I was fear stricken. I slowly started to get up not sure what I was about to find out side my room.
my day today , was very bad, i need to rest now, i dont know than to talk but, i know than need to sleep ,good night
standard procedure
eyes closed
hands crossed over heart
that way we protect what mummifies first
what’s hardest to see
the jellied orbs of sight,
the futile organ of life
“You need to be resting.” He gave her a look that she could easily read. ‘Sit the fuck down.’
“But I don’t waannaaaa,” Hazel whined, flopping down on the couch.
“Babe, come on. You’re 8 months pregnant. And no more flopping. It’s bad for the baby.” He set a hand on her huge stomach.
“I’m just sick of being pregnant.”
sleep. relaxed. being at peace for a moment. forgetting about the troubles of the day and being entirely with yourself. time alone. mental health.
In a resting position I lay, trying to decide on what to write. Inevitably failing. My chair is weak, creaky, and generally uncomfortable. What story is there to tell when everything has been written. What life is there left to live?
Resting is good for you. I need rest all the time. Resting helps me focus for the next day. Rest is essential to the body.
I can’t wait for it to be vacation. I am going to try to incorporate some rest into my schedule. These next few days are going to be difficult for me to get through. There is so much work to finish before Sunday. I am so stressed! My brain feels like mush and I know part of it is because I haven’t gotten enough rest to function.
resting at the beach is the best. the warm sand the cool breeze and the sounds of the ocean crashing on the shore. I can always find peace at the ocean my favorite place to rest
my dad likes resting in his chair even though i think its called laazzy………my dog likes resting on my lap!
resting my mind like a child resting its body on a swing,
letting the wind blow and letting the pendulum lifting his body back and forth
i let my mind on a swing
let it drift far away from here
Resting from the stress of loving is only a temporary relief. Sometimes it doesn’t even work, sometimes you’re there, lurking in my dreams. Not that I mind, loving you is the pain I could get high off of.
i rest like all the time because im homeschooled and i mean i would of thought that if i rested alot then i would get bigger and stronger well i getting bigger but not by much and i just love resting because going in my bed is just so nice sometimes and by the way i have a really comfy bed and i just love my pillows hahahah jk im not that weird i mean i like my pillow and bed but not that much
the blessed remain in their beds, nesting
however how do they attest to their resting,
must we be privilleged sheets and a pillow
when all we need is a needle and a willow,
though brown, I still commend my yellows
and any other shade on the palate of friends,
world peace, to become a tradition, we should all
befriend!
i rest. the mornings are languid, so are the nights. the windows shine, and the sunlight caresses my wounds. the sleep, it takes care of me. it cradles me, sings lullabies scented with bright cinnamon and lavender. i rest.
The sleep of the dead is enviable.
After all, there is no rest for the weary…
and my mind is buzzing from the adrenaline that’s keeping me upright
for the umpteenth time.
It’s an unending process, really.
Yes, the rest of the dead is enviable.
But perhaps they envy our still-burning life…